Retirement Plans for Nigel

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Oh @Nigel_Farage
you are such an elf,
giver of presence,
but only yourself...


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Margaret in Leather

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

She wears leather flares,
and fashionable loafers,
St Theresa of the nation
reclines on her sofa...


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Passion Notes

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

It was in local woods,
a tight thicket of birches,
where we went, as three
boys, over a silvered heath,
to that last kick-of-leaf place...


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Pooh Bear Travels

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Cameron has spoken,
but not to us,
instead he's been paid
by the rich in the US...


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Three Men

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Three men in the pub
laughed at 'Bloody poofs' -
spittle off their words,
guffaws with it's use...


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Foreign Parts

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

The Turks have bought Illustrious,
'Lusty' - as known to her crews;
launched by Princess Margaret,
when only warships would do....


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Projection Booth

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

In the airless cupboard
of our sixties new-build,
in that three storey house,
up on the second floor...


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Heat Exchange

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

December bird song comes
through the slid-up sash,
cracked because of
the unbearable heat in here
.....


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Turn Off

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Turn off the news,
shut down the feeds,
silence the radio,
unplug your TV
...


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Watched

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Over the milky coffee, at that scattered table, he tried not to undress you; he employs distractions, but fails, again, to subdue his notion of you stripped, of your dreamt breasts rested on that cold wood, your ribs riding as you lift the hot drink to your mouth, and the finger that you use to...


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