First Person Singular

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

I am both fully awake and in pain at seven-forty AM
I am now learning a new word - Imprimatur
I am feeling a rough poem coming on... /


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Fraxinus Excelsior

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Here - I have been orange-dotted
as if another fungal-blighted tree
Spotted on for obvious lesions... /


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Below Victoria

By Mike Bell Poetry 1 comment

A loosened thought
was unexpectedly set adrift

like a sea-wetted sandal
sucked into whisked white foam... /


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Decade Measures

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

A decade mislaid since his
lingering disappearance
then Latin's alphabet surfaced
across a white stone - struck
below a dusty Israeli suburb
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yo-yo

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

you you spoke far too soon
'bout your last sandman
'bout that last sandman
'bout your spare fuck man... /


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Like Bookends

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

In another waking moment -
with five AM forcing light outside -
my conscious breath found an angel's littered question ... /


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A Note from Wales

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

I scare sheep
far too easily
to become
a true Welshman .../


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Other Rings

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

It is not always possible to shake off worn things
such as tightening bonds or shortening memories .../


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Old comforts

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

has been withdrawn to leave my altered place hollowed – no valued fixtures – no matter what is placed within My cooking practices are poor – as you foresaw a year ago – when you said I’ll still look after you but I’ll be making love to someone else Mike Bell Poetry Mike Bell aims...


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Coffee?

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

He walked her to her car because his rare chance – a quite rude assumption – of a kiss could improve Their talk skipped to weather and about recent high rainfall and that expanse of blue sky – those age-old silence fillers They stood facing each other He fumbled under his bravado with a quickened...


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