Elizabeth Gardens

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Sat on a bench,
in Elizabeth Gardens,
that irregularly manicured
Jubilee remnant
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Out of Office, an Extra

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Last week I was a film 'body double'
for a big star - us, both, irresistible.
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Count Down

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Do not consider
continuing
unless you can,
hourly, bear
this state
that is provided
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Moving a Sculpture

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Farley Farm was close
to drugged,
slow with November's
perpetual damp
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Would We Stand at Orgreave?

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Would we dig deep shifts in the coughed guts of this land then take home the spat news our livelihoods have gone? Would we vote – stand – to the voiced-charges they made – that our coal industry – our life – is not there – will not pay? Would we shout and argue now...


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Allhallowtide & Halloween

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

With more martyrs to count
than days in a year
they all got rolled up
into this Christian schmear ....


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Button Therapy

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

The pushed-pushed
Lift-Shut-Now-Button,
[US-Eng: Elevator-Closure-Function]
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Collective Nouns, 2016.

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

A stream of migrants,
a flood of immigrants,
a stride of itinerants,
a slip of transients
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Alex Pritch-whoooooo?

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

This lost football soul,
(the gulls say he was sold
from under their feet,
to help the Canaries tweet),
but with one penalty shot,
saved down the kept throat,
perhaps this big shot
was one best forgot.


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Rewind

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Rewind your clock
an hour tonight,
we re-wound our state
back on Brexit night
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