The Bullingdon Club.. Rules

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

1. Gents should always
do up their ties.
2. We'll answer you back
with our lineage lies.
3. Put down the poorly,
along with the dog,
4. My birth is perfect,
yours is not.


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Manchester, Central Europe.

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Seamus and Stefan,
Britons braced to run,
10k for me,
and Parkinson's:

A lesson in Brexit's
failed embrace:
Brits are found
in more than one race.

https://www.justgiving.com/Seamus-and-Stefan


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Fossil

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Today, it finally hit me,
as I headed back, slowed.
Once, as a child,
I was called 'Bell-fast'..


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Clean For The Queen

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

The call is made to
'Clean for the Queen',
in celebration of
her majestic gleam..


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After Talking

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

My disease-tease game of sorts, I muster, as written-down thoughts, Composed crude lines, Re-versed at night, Sometimes cry, truly, in delight. Such stretched out, screen-tapped, Half-laugh, rhymes, Knocked off, quick-crossed, (De)composing lines: I can do piss-poor-poetry, I also scan badly: as you can see. Mike Bell Poetry Mike Bell aims to write 10,000 poems, stick...


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Brand Boris

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Boris exists,
as far as the south;
His voice is a mopped,
half-foul clout..


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By The Indian Ganges Side

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Written, stood dripping, this morning, finished.


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Brexit

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Fat expats recline
on Spain's sunny coast,
oiled up on olives,
part-paid for Dignitas:
.....


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Dolphin, Fish.. F*ck It

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Facebook, overnight,
post-bagged snarl:
She, swimsuit-sat,
on dolphin, 'so cruel'..


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Now, No Place to Hide

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Once sleep, mitigated,
lowed-sickness extremes,
under lax-lain flow,
relief in night-noosed dreams..


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