Timed Theft

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

These words will not be my sick complaint, not my dull litany of low-dulled pains – neither bellows of my half-swallowed fears, no sandman damming floods of tears: Instead, I will lift prizes that others miss, those wasted seconds which they dismiss. This is my crime spree, my timely dance, I snatch, a poacher, trapping...


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After Needlewriters

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

I turned my back on the bleached slice of moon, that ancient stalker, over bright, (still impossible for smart-phone or trite word capture). Lewes fidgeted, early to bed, ill-lit by the the old devil overhead, cut by earth’s shadow, incapable of glazing cobblestones There was that end-of-wordliness on our walk down Cliffe High Street, the ghosts...


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Return

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

For CM You are waking 10,000 feet above me, a fact I haven’t Googled, more an ill-educated guess, that precursor of the internet when my intelligence was never doubted by you, or me. The sky will be different over Alpendorf when you wake in a rented bed before your coach-trip return, when you shall try...


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Alan Bennett, Sheep & Me

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

“The electrical things have their lives too, paltry as those lives are”. Deckard. Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep? I am buff on the sofa, with Alan Bennett (a weight), I have turned him over – he bears a wretched face. I must make it clear I’m not holding that man, no, I grip his...


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7:01

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

You are waking 10,000 feet above me, a fact I haven’t googled, more an ill-educated guess – that precursor of the internet, when my intelligence was never doubted by you, or by me. The sky will be different over Alpendorf when you wake in a rented bed.   Mike Bell Poetry Mike Bell aims to...


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Witnesses

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Sat, live-streaming,
today, once more,
WE
oversee dying,
kids choked by war
....


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Marriage Texts

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

no prob x she looked off earlier xx will be out for short time x think she needs attention xxx shes getting screwed **she’s** in head!! 😉 x she comes home to it x this me piecing it together xx then heckles up 🙁 x not in good place at m`o xx HER!x sorry best...


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Untitled

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

supplicant came to mind and I had to check the word but it was right almost fingers twined to prayer but also humbled entreating bowed under the rooted canopy the artist lifted to pull you through the woods Mike Bell Poetry Mike Bell aims to write 10,000 poems, stick them up here one at a...


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30,000 Returns

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

The held blossom in the twitten
reminded me of sakura in Japan -
when we climbed Mount Yoshino -
anami to Oku Senbon .../


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She Gives Away

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

That girl gives away far too much, Stripped her secrets to mens’ wiped touch; Cropped, pulled naked, her clicked-on skin, She’s devoured by those to whom she gives in. Subjected but free, no lens-locked soul, Instead she is instant, no Kodak unrolled. Her surrender of self, in her shared gallery, Is the nearest they get...


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