The Life Model

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

To sit still - fixed by
their demand -
that circle
close to Quaker-rounded
silence .../


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The Journeyman

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

You know where to stand, at 06:45,
on that concrete and slab pier,
above the meadow where I walk
into that sunrise
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Theft

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

No,

that is not your shadow
which you make a claim upon
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Cropped

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

You captured
where the world
begins,
in landscape-framing
with a photograph
of a field
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The Temporary Couple

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

They rode in that lift, on their mirror-checked trip,
to the honeymoon suite, but not to sleep
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The Tease

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

I cannot recall her name, pretty as she was, taking me on that crossing to the island, the other side, holding my hand, a new experience, of other’s bone and flesh, before only my own: She made me balance, barefoot, with my shoes strung, because the weir head, a concrete slab, was our submerged bridge,...


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Chris

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Here he still sits, long-legged, with his foreigness, to all of us; the loudness of the household, his to maintain, even after just three beers, even when no longer here. Chris Bell b.1961 d.2009 Nezer Sereni, Israel. Mike Bell Poetry Mike Bell aims to write 10,000 poems, stick them up here one at a time,...


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Distances

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

awake at 3.30 where you sleep writing at 5.30 here in the east to the wired hum of the ceiling fan my breath circulates as pre-planned to assist my sleep in this Israeli heat which at midday will force my retreat but now disturbed by my body’s pain my dreams      my freedom are...


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One

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

I admitted again to my long-term plan
and it delivered to you clear tears again
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https://www.whitehelmets.org/

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Dusted down by the fallout,
now grit-showered,
the extra weight of white,
on their protection,
on their masked faces
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