Ask

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Don't ask me how I am
ask my wife,

don't ask her how I am
ask my wife,

ask her how she is,
ask my wife.


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Missing Out, for DS

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

It's after midnight,
actually one o'clock,
she is asleep,
and I cannot turn off
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Night

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

I was put to bed
in such pain
that our youngest
couldn't sleep,
his fears compounded
by a dark-lit landing
one floor above,
so he sought assurance
and slept with us.


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How Not to Die

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Mandawuy, given,
of Yolgnu people,
his skin name 'Gudjuk',
writing songs for his nation
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Slippery Slope

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Snogging, lips and faces,
a quick public grope,
outside Cinque Ports,
on the disabled ramp's slope
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DNR

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Do Not Resuscitate,
leave, alone, to die,

that sufferer suffering,
a clipboard-writ lie
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Taken.

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

All I have left
is a shot of my dad,
his black hair
combed hard

over that
balding spot -
one I've yet
to fully match
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Football Results. II

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Nan, northern, small, from an earlier time,
she called the cinema 'the flicks',
with her Geordie spittle, forever an old lady,
behind bottle-bottom NHS glasses
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Football Results. I

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

A slow, stab, flourish, and lift
of piccalilli - turmeric's yellow twist:
This pot of eastern reinvention,
a bastard child of the Empire
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Paths

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Nan had to move
from her council house,
the one with the cinders
and ash path,
a piece of which
we always took,
briefly embedded,
flesh-framed in blood,
in one of our scrapes,
after a trip, or push,
up to her door;
the sibling way of boys
let loose from a car.
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