Your Charity Jump

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

I am going to free-fall,
through thinned-out clouds,
a given, this booking,
for my charity's pounds.
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Watching

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Another slumped sofa stretch
of cushion-pushed impressions
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Down the Line, for GG

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Pitch-side, shivered, we parents all cheer,
in debt to our coaches, these great volunteers:

Now it is time to thank 'The Special One':
Gary.. here's some highlights of what you have done
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Chemical Love

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

I found that place, I imagine it square,
your inch-by-inch patch, an emanation,
a waft of pool chlorine,
always there
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Moon Landings 2.

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Your American Dream,
worn thin through decades,

your nightmare now risen,
waking politics of rage
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Three Thousand

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Three thousand
children,
some missing,

wishing to be
schooled;
but, still waiting
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Not Running

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Walking away, drawn, our premier-ready stadium: Down again, sloped, to the station crossing. Fans halted, the Brighton train isn’t running. 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 and have out-gunned...


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Wrong Side

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Let me try to explain what my life dictates: I’m driving on the wrong side, where I have to think, again, no usual moves, re-school my reactions, to get by, to cruise, on new-normal functions; my engine, a metaphor, without lubrication, add lack of sat-nav, and tail-backed impatience. Let me maintain this license, still free,...


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Withnail is I

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Here stood desk-leant
now feeling fine,
knocking back left over
swigs of wine
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Requires Improvement

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Education, a subject, which we all mastered,
to different degrees of certified achievements;
once left, rejected, we turned our backs on it all,
but then comes parenting, and you head back to school
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