Decent Britain… Reduced

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Taken down by hate for ever-believing our differences makes us greater: That point was worth making. Jo Cox, MP. 1974 – 2016   Mike Bell Poetry Mike Bell aims to write 10,000 poems, stick them up here one at a time, and then take a nap. By then he should be about 85 years old...


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Alfriston Churchyard

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Without any roots re-moved a re-planting
before studio leant then re-starting
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Inheritance Tax

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

I leave here -
for my waiting kids -

Gorky -
Heaney -
and Mervyn Peake .../


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Noose

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"We are all visitors
to this time,
this place.."

A moment
a note
which passes
without us noticing
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In the dark

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So muggy
it was 1976
that my parents drank tea
out in the garden
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Pride F*cking Englanders

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Pr*d*-f*ck*ng *ng-l*nd-*rs beer-pissed in Marseilles

you are stripping our country when shot-slung beer-hazed


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Suck-punched

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Can you offer
an explanation
of the thumping
of exhaustion


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The Last Man in America

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

There, that motorcade, black,
slow-routed, presidential,
and a roadside audience,
flower throwing, reverential;

their soft-bunches landed
upon Ali's dark hearse,
as the last man of America
danced off their remorse.


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Child-tired

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A found photo
monochrome
of me and dad
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Lost

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Woken from a dream, a broken trip,
where I fell in love with a freckled girl,
marching 'cross a desert, my tribe, youth-sick,
I was slow-kissing my freckled girl.
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