For @PamAyres

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

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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Nan Tuck’s Lane

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Over Buxted, into folklore,
our sniggered-search for Nan Tuck,
the ghost of those woodlands,
a crone, flown from The Uck
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Blitzkrieg

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Her guarantee - they will die
under an atom bomb,
air-burst over Guildford,
God knows why so random
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Pooh Bear Fu*cks Off

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Cameron Bear hummed a tune,
thinking Hurrah, it's now through;

indoors, Piglet offered
a warm, loving hug,
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Festerers

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

A short one about the mess left behind


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The Ghost, Cinque Ports

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Ullage, the short difference,
to be re-recorded
in the skinny red book,
stood soberly-vertical,
behind a jar of slippery
pale-pickled eggs
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Nothing On

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

[Enters stage left]
That click-clack of the
blind man's walking stick,
and background natter
from the receptionists:
Noises-off.
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