Puss-cat Time

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Lillian, Lillian...
you're too good for him:
Julian isn't worth it,
you're undervaluing..
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Flight LGW 8365 to Bari

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

The couple stood,
him a gruff man,
she with her layered,
read-long suntan
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Welcome to Uckfield

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Welcome to Uckfield,
park where you can,
up on the pavements,
that's fine for this man
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A Dance

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

It will slow down, our promenade, that we are pacing to ever-last, on this dance floor, where we step, to a song which makes you weep; I’ll hold you after the last struck chord, until those notes are no longer heard, but without that music to guide my feet, from our ballroom I will have...


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Their Waiting

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

On my screen,
a palm held light,
I am led into Aleppo,
to a hospital,
where the staff stand
waiting for the rushed
aftermath
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The Sun Dial

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Our potted approach,
by uneven kerbs of stones,
to a solitude,
this sun-aligned home:
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Return Ticket

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

I have  booked, again, a return to that dry place, where his death in the holidays killed my faith in families, seven years  before, and I am still not ready to fly there, to be my brother’s ghost, to be mistaken for him when shopping, or standing, being Chris for those people, who insist I...


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Happy Families

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

“We are what we pretend to be, so we must be careful what we pretend to be.” — From Mother Night, Kurt Vonnegut Published on Facebook, a happy deal of cards, a knave-free life, for his re-fixed wife, whilst we looking ‘Likers’ know the truth – no honest comments, because that’d be rude: We transmit our...


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Bluebirds Over

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

A programme of contrails for Eastbourne,
held over, circled, then the low-flown
aircraft burst through the scuttled wisps of nimbus.
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Prelude

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

A locking up, that is my take home
from the prelude of last night's dream
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