The Vicar of Newick

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

I drank with God’s labourer in Newick, last night, him without dog collar, instead with a pint; he regaled the fire-sided, with joyous laughter, as he heated over coals – a forestaste of life after? There stripped of his woolly, sweated in the snug, if Heaven were on earth, his Heaven’d be a pub. The...


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Routes

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

The briefest of expeditions -
gloam-reduced on unmarked
rough paths below Uckfield -
in frost's shade .../


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Nil Health Service

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Jeremy Hunt, stand up you c*nt, our #NHS is not yours to spunk; health is taxed, not privatised, fettle through rights, not your lies. 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 should be about 85 years...


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Objectors

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

My father - his own father
was a conscientious objector -
My grandfather laboured
under a slow faith - assured .../


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The End of the World

By Mike Bell Poetry 2 comments

Those men of Darwin do not dance
They prop their upper weights
on tanned arms over beer-glossed bars
as turned-from Sheilas oscillate
in hip-twisted-girl disco shapes
.../


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Fermata

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

You looked from under
your fermata brow,
there over your right eye,
your cast unbowed
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Out-patients

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

That underfoot scrape of vinyl
over the higher whisperings and
mutterings from around corners.....


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Decoration, no OBE

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

You want to remove
our angled dado rail,
the one they fitted
('far too parallel')
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Bell Hole, Isfield, East Sussex

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

At the confluence
of The Uck and The Ouse,
below an oak,
they scuttled a bell
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Gong

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

The British Empire’s gone, stop pinning medals and tainted gongs: Yes, do reward our fabled, but please remove the Empire label.   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 should be about 85 years old and...


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