Stuart Miller-Osborne

Kinetic Greeting  Your greeting shields the clock face But few care For we are now in the city Where time passes without passion Let us all embrace   Calm John  I think it might rain today  The wind is whipping up  An umbrella is advised  Each day I see trains come and go  Some are…

It is raining Maurice gets wet It is not raining Maurice stays dry But how do you know that it is raining Or whether Maurice is wet or dry   If I suspended this question for a year and in that time Maurice travelled to Mars would I need to ask the question And how…

Charlie  You shall go to Singapore  As you are nearest  To the toggle set   Lucy  You shall take my place  On the tree top path  As I am scared of heights   Maurice  Please visit the garden  Of the tigers  As I am colour blind   

We are following the road winds Just you and I And in this darkness may fall and die   The eclipse of Jupiter is near Just days away Let us find shelter and await the display

When reading my poetry at a gathering recently I was asked by a rather butch woman whether I was a lesbian I explained to her that I was to all intents a man and in possession of a rather happy penis She said that her question had arisen whilst reading my poetry and that she…

The moon hangs low over the sea Suma beach is deserted Apart from the fireflies   Moon The moon hangs low over the sea Suma beach is deserted Apart from the fireflies    

A volcano has emerged from my wallpaper I am not sure how it arrived It certainly was not there yesterday As I always look at my wallpaper before I go to bed I hope that this volcano remains inactive As the beautiful cherry blossoms have just arrived This makes my small bedroom quite cheery and…

What is real to me may not be real to you I often wonder why as we are no different When I hear a bird singing in a tree Do you hear the same sweet songs Are you aware of the beauty that surrounds us all Are you aware of the ugliness that surrounds us…

I have a book on my coffee table called The Fortunes of War which was written by Olivia Manning just over half a century ago Only volume two (The Levant Trilogy) sits in front of me and its battered cover shows a young Harriet Pringle looking into the distance with one of the many Egyptian…

And I cast a piece of balsa into the fast flowing stream  Why did you do that I was interested in its destiny It vanished beneath the willow trees  Was that the destiny of the balsa  Possibly I will never know  Let us eat at my table of beauty  And I will describe the clouds…