A Polar Bear in Chessington

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

It was huge with disdain, a dirty-white fur ball, banging, banging, on the steel door, in that sunken pit of concrete, with a pool – nowhere near the size of the seas of the Arctic Circle; we looked on, with other visitors, from behind glass walls, us the bear-trappers, with our entrance fees. Reminded by...


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Door Stops

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

I was up with the light air
before this day's sunrise
as the heat broke with
a burglar's threat
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Thick Ice

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

In that Victorian pleasure garden
the Pells recreation ground
a walled pool and a play space
in commemoration of a Jubilee
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Remain – The Name

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

I'm starting
a political party,
for all those remaining
disheartened
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Easyjet

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Internally booked, still to be paid,
so, I am now, somewhat committed,
to a special assistance, a short flight,
a one-way ticket which is mine
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The Numbers

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Mutually Assured Destruction is the deal, but that infers an agreement, with a ‘letter of last resort’, a waiver, for silent-running replacement subs to work to the end-of-life, at the cost of forty billion pounds, and the loss of eight billion people, to keep fifteen thousand jobs, in Scotland, which has voted for the loss, but not the deaths. Mike...


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For @PamAyres

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For @PamAyres

I wish I had beautiful cuticles,
not these ingrowing scorbuticals..


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The End of the Party

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

The hall returned to its rented state
by the party's emptying,
re-stacked stiff back plastic chairs,
and nothing remained of them
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Checkpoint

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

I drove Joel to the Dead Sea, we circled Jerusalem, in hindsight a preview of Europe’s guarded future, he sighted soldiers, boys and girls, occasionally clumped, common as olive trees, drab, but uprooted too early, guarding entry to and from our concentration of gods; also called, in Arabic, al-Quds, that place, the oldest city in...


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Dr. Google

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Oh My God my poo is purple!
Bowel cancer, googled - for certain!
Then I remember last night’s feast:
A brace of beetroot, I was p*ssed
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