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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Rotation

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Drive east out of Ringmer,
then turn left, before Earwig Corner,
pedal-down on hedgerows' chase,
parallel to Will Craig's place
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First Home Game, Brighton

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Our team's flags rattle
pegged, vertical,
into the Landie's wing mirrors -
a parade-worthy sight
down Uckfield High Street
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Checkpoint

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

We pulled up before
the Brexiters' gates -
raised higher by
a new bit of fence
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Sex?

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Sex?
Over-rated:
no more three letter fun,
now a quick amusement,
once enough,
I am done.


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Homewards

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

I watched the worm
turning blindly,
a loose hose coiling
to find
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The Swimmer

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

I didn't know her name,
before this slew of Games,
where we cynics guess drug-fix -
fools' gold-enhanced track-tricks:
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