Stuart Miller-Osborne

When stars explode Do not bathe In the light of fountains There is no goodness In the velvet skin Of my language.     The flight of the essential being in search of enlightenment is linked in Sufic terminology to that of a falcon.     SMO 2003

Old Photo’s Last night quite late I looked though a book A book of photographs Of sepia stares And monochrome smiles And children so nearly dead Of charabanc trips To unknown sands With nameless boats arriving Their distant lives Unknown to me Once gone, now seen, surviving.   My earliest surviving poem written in 1967 […]

At a civil ceremony I wrote Pasmas On a wooden door When in Eaton Constantine I became thirsty So I brought the baker a drink I never write obituaries Of great men Only their birth notices I am quite fond of gravel pits But do not care for the colours Of mechanical diggers As I […]

The sun flits behind dormant clouds it is nervous today The waves will crash onto the beach this is my theatre My mother holds me we have discussed nothing I will confess to the fish and sail on their fins Seas will not taste of salt but of honey We will not bury the dead […]

The wanderers will forget their travels and curse the streets of the new world for the roads to the homelands are now the colour grey.   c 1975  

You are not forgotten There are roses On your freedom road   c 1975

I may be a puppet without strings but at least I am a freedom puppet detached from your influence. No longer will I write for you and watch you take the credit. My pen is my own now You think that because I am motionless that this invalidates my life This is not true You […]

Graffiti based on the subject of Victor Nervous Painted himself Entirely green He was never heard But often seen   He possessed a Greengage Knowledge Those who possess The knowledge of Greengages Will only paint Their walls yellow   Those who possess The knowledge of Greengages Will never paint their walls Greengages have no conception […]

On the 7th of November 1948 a forty nine year old Hungarian man was hit by a newspaper van in Epsom Surrey. He died of his injuries in hospital later that evening. No inquest into the incident was ever held and no record exists of his place of burial. The van driver was never traced. […]

The thin girl and her piebald friend measured the boundary breezes for exactly one hour They offered their findings to both clubs in turn each declined noting that the wind has many realities     On the 11th of August 2012 both Theale and Sulhamstead & Ufton Cricket Clubs played home fixtures at their respective […]