Stuart Miller-Osborne

It was to be a joint poetry project We would travel across Amerika Writing poetry along the away But it did not work out that way The whole thing became too hard for you And you left me just over a week ago I am now sitting by the pool of a motel The sun […]

We are what we repeatedly do Excellence then is not an act But a habit   I think that Aristotle Has captured me In a nutshell   I am the ego But there are those Who would keep me in a darkened room       Outlaw

I had been reading on a coastal bench For about half and hour when I noticed Two women coming towards me One was on a pale blue and white bicycle And the other on a highly decorated skateboard They passed quietly and without incident Until they had faded from my immediate sight     Outlaw […]

I was due to meet my beloved Aureole In Southern France as we had chosen A lavender field in Provence To announce our full engagement   I was booked to travel on Le Train Bleu But am trapped in Calais at present As I suffer from Daltonism which restricts My ability to travel on the […]

A number of years ago I queued outside Outside a cinema in London’s West End My reason for queuing was that the cinema Was that it was showing a movie called Death Wish In which Charles Bronson wiped out all the bad guys I had always fancied myself as something of a vigilante And killed […]

I was once very keen on a girl named Mary Mary And we arranged to meet on a Saturday outside of The Five Precious Wounds Catholic Church Before going to the cinema and a wimpy bar But she did not show up which mystified me Although I disappointed I went to the cinema And watched […]

I often stand on the evening beach Pleading with the deepening sun Not to sink beneath the darkening sea   She always ignores my wishes No matter how pathetic I am And I am left alone quite distraught

I was sitting on our balcony Which overlooked the swimming pool You were sunbathing with Anna And occasionally swimming with ease There was a small road next to the hotel Which saw light traffic during the high hours With the exception of two American women You were all topless as is the trend in European […]

There is a Arab proverb Which notes that   Sad  Are only those  Who understand    Sally Salt wrote this in her diary As she sat on the 42 bus Travelling from Heaven to Hell   The bus was empty Save for the driver Which disturbed Sally Salt As she had purchased A return ticket […]

The Italian Detective stepped off his train at Bath Spa station It was his first visit to the City of the Caesars and he was impressed By the sheer beauty of the buildings as the train approached the city He needed a coffee he badly needed a coffee and hoped to find Cafe Coffee where […]