Hillarity II

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Hillary!
Hillary!
This guy's a shit,
like Bill,
a cruel fool,
focused on tits
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Botleys: Loss of an apostrophe

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Those red brick villas
on the sloped lawn hill,
with service roads
linking collections
and deliveries
at every odd hour
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Trumped Up

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Don looked upon
his neighbour's fruit,
should he admit
he'd like to grip
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Boaty

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Boaty McBoatface
was launched yesterday,
with smash of champagne,
but it's name is changed
to 'David Attenborough'
now, bow-painted thick,
not 'Boaty McBoatface',
which got sunk by the gits.


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Let’s Put It In Writing

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Fifteenth May, nineteen eighty-five, Brighton, a Top Rank Suite, for an evening’s adoration, standing, a puntered-audience of boys’ bad skin, but fast forward, here, now, sat-settling, in gentrified Hove, off the low Western Road: Waiting, stalled, greyed women and men, pot-bellied, various middle-aged friends, like the rank of boorish South Africans, love-locked, along with billy-no-mates,...


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Jewel in the Crown

By Mike Bell Poetry 1 comment

Rip it off from the past,
sliced on rusty nostalgia,
a span of heritage,
is this truthful disaster
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This Is the Call

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Gather those remnants of your strength,
and stand longer than any other,
more than those who may expect less of you,
and bring back, again, to yourselves
the small powers that others frame as broken...


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Kue [Danish]

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

He can, no longer, so cannot,
handle the lock of their horns,
and so offers an abdication,
dropping on to his knees
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Three Horses of the Apocalypse

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Your presidential fight
is a three-horse race,
one with a cock,
the other two-faced.


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Threats

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Skinheads scared me,
old stupidities,
their immediate uniforms;
bared arms, Fred Perrys
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