Retiring

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Has anyone noticed,
you won't get a pension?
A promise Osborne
fails to mention.

But no need to worry
'bout the little man:
Retired, he'll onshore
his own pension plan.


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Pre DX, Post DX

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Lengthened pain, off the easy-measure,
searing hot-rods, new displeasure,
found in both hands, and stiffened wrist,
holding tight - cruel-spiked insist..


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Funeral Bell

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

They shuffled past -
an occasion-group -
men blacked out
in their mourning suits .../


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The Theory of Loss of Movement

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

I blamed Einstein,
that raspberry-blower,
when I found out,
that for not much longer..


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Naked in the Lido

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

She would climb the wall
under lost summer-light
A crisp swallow-dive
to thrill-chills of night .../


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Written on Saturday

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

I stand away from you, Not beside you, Along Europe’s southerly Mirrored view. Families shoved off, Hull-huddled, in fear: Life jackets, loose-strapped, By a profiteer. Twenty-hours out, And spewed vomit is rife; You pray this will end In a better life. There is no one God, Of any one faith, Who will guide this craft...


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It Was..

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Old friend, you are now aged fifty-two,
a wonderful place to embrace the view:
A whole (long) year ahead of me,
For just a month (in honesty)..


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Taxman

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Each daily verse
takes an hour of my life:

Posted poems,
tax-receipted time.

This one is brief,
but like any return,

Counts out time,
in this life-burnt.


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Sex on Benches

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

The allure of a street bench
is my latest 'must';
Firm, and free,
on these places I trust..


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Humans

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

one executes a child
in a Moscow flat

one shoots at kids
in tear gas attacks


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