The Fourth Plinth

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

I heard it on the wireless,
(so it must be very true,
with my degree in disbelief
in that which is now viewed)
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Protected

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

It's so early,
the dog isn't roused,
and the sluggish heating
is yet to announce
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Off

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

That short walk
past the Cinque Ports,
and the neighbouring hit
off pizzas and chips
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Season Tickets

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

At fifty miles an hour along London’s tracks, beside allotments, and back-to-backs, past six-deep internees, stacked in graveyards, parallel to house building, and joggers in parks; above small archways, over scrapyards of crap, then on to the river, across spanned tracks, crossing the Thames the commute here slows, almost a pause, but then over they...


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Bench

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

The drunks' bench
affords the best view
of this day's end
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A Clown Lives

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

A smiling clown lives under my shed,
that beastly thing your kids now dread:

His beery breath is much more rank
than that stink off your aged Gramp
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OK Google

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

"OK Google,"
please turn off,
you know too much
'bout my choices in life
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Revived

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

"Look at that handle!"
cried Allan,
as we strode toward
another motorized moment,
and Otto inhaled the leather
and oils of the past
off the cars parked across Luxford
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Notes From An Exhibition

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

It was on completing the book
that on the back cover
I felt a wetness
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Mercy Killing

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Theresa, Theresa,
please be quick,
"Brexit is Brexit"
so get on with it
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