Night Lights

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Shades,
I need,
This short-lifted
Mission:
Escape from
Winter's
Cold derision
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White Goods

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Dumped, field-cast,
Cold-dead fridges:
Rust-touched monoliths
Of consumption's riches
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Jeremy Hunt, No Cockney Implied

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

I don't think I've penned
Verse,
'bout Jeremy Hunt,

Possibly,
It would be,
Couplet-affront
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Sleep, Removed

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

I can stand all night At my hip-high desk Tapping this keyboard Facebook requests Whilst my family slumbers Under duvet-sleep And I will wonder Why sleep is a treat This disease removes My covered requests To bury my dreams In the double-bed rest Settled, sleep, chase If I could, I would, Forgive me my wife...


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Saturday Shopping

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Saturday-shopping
I dreaded when young,
Dragged out, and a lashing
By mother's tongue!
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Audio: Poem A Day Collection

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

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 PD, dementia, and the end of days. Possibly. Before the floods and fires. Mike Bell is found working for money...


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Elastic Trousers

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Elasticated trews
are de-rigueur:
Now you're middle-aged,
re-configured..


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Consent: no expectation

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Mariette stated:
'No one wills
A favourable reception
Of any illness,'
instilled
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Crying, Out Loud

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

I was sink-bent, slapped, cold-splash, To invert my wet, tear-fear: Roll-scars warmed, by a damp flannel, Then, wiped sight back – familiar. I wish for re-invention: This request, to shift pain’s stains, My loss, my disconnections, Repealed in hoped-for mind games. Mike Bell Poetry Mike Bell aims to write 10,000 poems, stick them up here...


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The Boz

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

#JFT96 #Hillsborough


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