Coffee and Cake

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Sat down, Grandma,
Grandson, and Mum,
Grandma, huffily:
'No point sat by 'im!'
Grandson, grumpily:
'I'll be on me phone..'
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Sun Lounger Observations

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

I guessed, correctly,
on which side
of the bed
you sleep
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Transmissions

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

The murmurs over
these brushed recliners,
their comments,
their observations,
as background sounds
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God on Facebook

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Franzen calls it 'a private hall
of flattering mirrors'
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The Beach Haters

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Ranked low on recliners by freckled differences, some late sun-aged before this dead sea, as ragged and wrinkled, umbered by the sky, muttering in languages so indignant, lain, offended by others’ children, and the laughter of families, each interaction a foreign intrusion, as they languor, topless; not that you’d want to see the lower laughter...


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Special Assistance

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Special Assistance,
just two of us,
and in those minutes
I was lost,
under decades
of othered-avowals..


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Rev

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

As youth we spoke against political fears,
now in our dotage we only
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Tab

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Now, what we wake to,
we cannot undo,
that accident of drink,
words lost to you
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Petite

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

There is a smallness
to you,
he thought,
just physical,
petite, of course,
whilst, in that moment,
you exploded in his eyes
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Grudge Match

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

No new-built Britannia,
no tax-pirate ship:
A small piece of Britain!
It'll cost zillions of quids
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