Stuart Miller-Osborne

withered professors write of the carnivorous craters that swallowed a generation and sallow faced students dream delicate dreams of the mysteries to come whilst their plain pens weep the terrible tears of the time trap dead   1970

Does the season in the safety of its shining shell consider the richness of its beating heart or the prospect of its migration ?

You stare at me Relaxed and alert A century and more separates our visual greeting Yet you are the same Only I age As I travel towards our special meeting   1983

I hear the world ended this morning it was written in the pale skies of his brush   The 28th June 2012 dawned with pale thunder skies, storms were expected. 

Poems 71 After writing seventy one poems He began his career as an artist His first commission was Margate Station Which he painted seventy one times Paintings 71    Deep Down When crossing flooded fields I dream of junctions   Joe B   As the sixteenth Of fifteen brothers I paid for his education So that […]

I saw them then Those lost children Absorbed amongst the transient strangers Who made their last shrouded journeys And rest With eternal dreams of leaving   1973

Ignoring The Physics Of My Astonishment My Of Physics The Ignoring I explored your extensive lands without success

Absurd are these the piebald who sit upon their small sad stones and gaze at the decaying splendour of their astral souls   c 1976

Away from the Hotel Art on an unknown bed she rested her day I traced the red routes of her sleep in the artificial dust of her dreams

Although I am imprisoned my cat is free We spend our hours discussing God This is a fine subject There is little else to do He catches mice they bring him little profit I know that one day he will tire of my confinement and leave me When the rodent market improves