Words for Mud

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

We trampled under re-tugged hoods
across even wetter open ground
like low-eyed parlour-set cattle .../


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seant mareis ovv safvhmptn

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Mye eezal warz nawt
desynd
t b carid sholda hie
+
nawt espeshli throo v rare-d liat
distrikt ov bernin brite
bollbs een windas .../


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Lost For Words

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

A conqueror's high esteem
of varied Pevensey shellfish
is marked up - still to this day -
when catching pandles .../


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That Farmer’s Wife

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Tess was never an unalloyed maid -
not Hardy's vessel of pure emotion
untinctured by innocence

Such country girls are as scarce
as a hen's brightly bared tooth
Too hastily judged? Or not? .../


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Did I Let It Slip

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Did I let it slip
that I have slept
with men? .../


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Insurance Matters

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Here - almost - an immolated whale
found bare - beached and dry

She is still - no stuttering breaths
of engine or pumps - cold dead .../


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Acquiescence

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Succumb to her
soft measures - offered
within embraces
and gripped .../


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The Ballad of Belmarsh Gaol

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

#TommyRobinson
is going to prison -
along with Stephen
Yaxley-Lennon .../


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That Glitters Is Not

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

I found gold dust in my pockets – stolen coins had spoiled to grit – I was hung for theft and bullying – my life was spent – worth less Our weights were split by lawyers with their pounds of flesh quick cut You blew your half-hard fallacies and grinned with every slap Mike Bell...


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Gorky Spat

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

“The mystery of human existence lies not in just staying alive, but in finding something to live for.” Dostoyevsky Under my suburban childhood – then my laesie apprenticeships – and away at my vacant universities I openly embraced an older man – Maxim Gorky – that Soviet rouser – within a series of bent secondhand...


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