Stuart Miller-Osborne

I am often told that I am out of step with the world As people do not find my opinions comfortable They immediately pigeonhole me because of my age and colour Which of course is a complete nonsense as I care deeply for others Why would a man who rescues stranded fish after storms Exhibit…

Living is walking together along a sandy beach at three in the morning guided only by the lights of the sea Living is dancing in a darkened room with the one you love guided only by the light of the moon Living is enjoying a cup of fine coffee with your partner and listening to…

Mary on the Green Was a good idea on paper But to place an unclothed statue In a smart residential district Well that is going too far When a man is honoured With a statue He remains clothed There are no naked statues Of the good and great So why is Mary naked I am…

Today a statue was unveiled in North London It should have set people thinking But as normal the opposite has happened I am not disturbed by her nudity Indeed it is rather beautiful and quite serene But many are shocked and consider it exploitive This could not be further from the truth As It celebrates women…

Let us water your garden Maud As the rains are far away   What are doing Green? Carving a love poem on my rifle but sir Whatever for? To remember the prettiest girl in my home town   Christopher Green had been on the island for over six years after being abandoned by the ship…

She steals around the village after dark Weeping for her lost love Many have tried to help her But she was betrayed By the fluid whiteness Of her sea dress A weeping mermaid visits the small coastal village of Kingsdown in Kent once a year on the anniversary of her fiancés death He died in…

When visiting beaches I often search For emotive pebbles They bring me much comfort No matter their mood As I ignore their emotions

Before moving away from the small coastal village where I spent my childhood and former years I knew a mysterious girl named Dover Anthem She was considered odd by many as she could often be found combing the beach for the lost treasure of pirates or swimming alone in the sea For some reason she…

Large blood red roses Decorate The walls Of my room Some say That they were stained By the blood of Christ But I know that the weeping poppies Scarred these walls

You are the first poem in a book of Soldier Poets Your poem was written by a Major in the British Expeditionary Force in France during the First World War He is only known by his initials no more H.D’A. B. Marthe of the lowered eyes This is how the poem opens I wonder who…