Dear Assassin

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

I want to wake to an assassination a bullet, a bomb, death’s assignations: Please kill the fucker, before he kills us, its a simple deal, Trump is a runt. Mike Bell Poetry Mike Bell aims to write 10,000 poems, stick them up here one at a time, and then take a nap. By then he...


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The Echo Chamber

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

No single flat surface, polished, inconstants,
chromed undulations, unmathematical b├ęziers
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The Last Man in Europe

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

He sits with narrowed-elbows
under fag smoke and cough,
typing, close to mechanical,
making English a simple press
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Women’s March 21st Jan ’17

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Don't count
the numbers,
don't read
the placards,
don't see
the children,
no reports,
be inaccurate:
Instead,
count on women,
marched again,
the world is screwed
by us idle men.


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London (2017)

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

I wander down each one-way street,
Near where the two way Thames flows.
A'glow on every face I meet
OS of weakness, screens of woe..


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Moon Landing, Today

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

There the remains
of the moon,
underlined
over blue..


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Sick-Wrecked

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Cancel the cancer ops, sack the GPs, bring this ill nation to its pained knees; ignore the prostates, remove all faith, God is protected, the NHS ain’t. No more guarantees, no empty beds left, nothing for free, we are sick-wrecked.   Mike Bell Poetry Mike Bell aims to write 10,000 poems, stick them up here...


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A Pint

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

With a gold harp on the glass, the chilled weight, reduced by tips under the creamy froth, which grips the inner barrel of the pint glass: Framed over the beer mat, that final inch: Avoid metrication! For this is Guinness, my old libation.   Mike Bell Poetry Mike Bell aims to write 10,000 poems, stick...


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Laying a Fire, Again

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

He would lay, again, the open fire,
between night shifts, his own dark art in
balled-up shoe-polished newspapers,
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Platform

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Unexpectedly
on the platform,
our meeting,
with two languages..


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