Lost Words

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

I mislaid a lover's poem tonight -
now undone over wireless files -
by the members' club - near my short-lived home -
I dropped the text - her words have gone -
my lust-spews lost -  there - internet-blown .../


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Lost Dad

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Dad turned into the dog a week before,
just after the shocking election of Trump,
the world was changing so much
that anything, this, was possible
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Please #Retweet For #Shelter

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Each #TweetForShelter @BritishGas will donate £1 to Shelter, with the aim to raise twenty five thousand of their profited quid: Please tag your friends, raise a million instead: Today, quick-twitter, do this one fleet tap, retweet this quick poem, to lift a kid from her trap, and help a family, without a secure life: This...


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I’m a Celebrity

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

I dreamt Ant and Dec were happily hosting ‘I’m a Celebrity.. Get Me Out of Syria’: “It was tougher than I thought it’d be, drinking foul water, eating what we found, which tasted so sick, but I am so proud; my camp mates are great, I want them all to win, but I’m a free...


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No Lift

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

I am alone, stood,
stranded in the dark,
outside an unplugged,
vinyl-skinned, olde pub
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Overtime

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

He is working too late,
slightly pissed before bed,
stiffly undressing you
a rained-nakedness:


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Shells

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

I stand at a window
in the heart of Beirut
counting bullet holes
in the wall opposite
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The Overton Window

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Who left it open,
the Overton Window?
It's shoved wide apart,
and so it now starts
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Trainspotters

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Each line is filled, he is cross-referencing, the train spotter marks which model and when: but his life speeds past, one without note, except when he’s pushed, and then we know it: Delays to services due to body on the line. The last thing he wrote was ‘8:59’   Mike Bell Poetry Mike Bell aims...


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Bens (sic) Place

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

I am that bent man in the long raincoat,
with a bagged bottle, my red antidote...


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