As I Am Walked

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

This day is unsteady,
No earthquake,
Just tremor,
As I am walked
By the pull-pull-dog
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This Is No Country

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

This is no country,
For the poor and cold,
No longer a place
For the young, or old.

No place either,
For different views,
No newspaper space,
Just re-balanced news.


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Brexit Weather Forecast

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

The long-term forecast,
Graphics on-screen,
Low over Britain,
Sweep of right-blown freeze:
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The Damascus Gate Toll

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Damascus Gate,
East Jerusalem,
Security heightened,
raised sights again:
Age-ranged soldiers,
armed in fear,
A bullet-proof vest,
no comfort here.
Suspicion and distrust
is the viral knife,
It cuts right through
each citizen’s life:
All guns are raised,
in protection of peace,
Each bullet loaded
for triggered release.
High-tensioned snipers,
safety catch off,
Troops fenced-in
from knife-lunged wrath.
“We have learnt well,
to hide our fears,”
Explains the Arab,
as soldiers appear:
Hands-high, shirt-pulled,
embarrassed to state:
“This, our new toll,
to use Damascus Gate”.


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Smart Mirrors

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

I used to look
Into mirrors,
Shopped reflections
On the sly,
Stare deep
Into loving kisses,
To catch myself
In her eyes
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More Coughing

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Sleeping downstairs
Isn't much fun,
You don't get to sleep
With anyone..


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Fifty Two Today – Fifty Two Minutes

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

07:16
Do not mix lager with bitter, for sure.
The eldest, clumping, above, top floor.
Grey sky-sheeted, curtains tug-pulled.
Fifty-two today, my annual award.
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One is expected to fall

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

With this condition
One is expected to fall;
I have, before,
But a stupid, pre-dx, trip,
Over string in your stable.. [READ MORE]


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Advocacy in Action: @MikeBellWrites

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Check out @MikeBellWrites and his growing body of work. Source: Advocacy in Action: @MikeBellWrites 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...


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The Missing

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Sucked air to stillness,
Life hoovered-rooms,
Settled-down hallways,
A vacuum in gloom:

In repose, our stifled,
Slumped reaction,
We partitioned ourselves,
Finding distraction,

With screens and sleep,
Mine the latter,
Offsetting the thoughts,
'Bout the missing,
which matters.


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