Two Princes – Part II

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Their prince was washed-up
blue-dead on a shore
Our prince was dressed in
quilt-coat against frore
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You Will Know

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

You will know you're truly old
when all dear friends are dead

I am citing Clive James -
quoted -
often misread .../


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Moving My Shed

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Plans made today, to move my shed:
turn, pull, place, via grease-sleeper sled.

Tirfors engaged, off discussed points:
Fears for the shed's, and my stiff joints
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The Carpenter of Lampedusa

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Crosses fashioned
from wreckage re-found
in Lampedusa’s graveyard
of boats .../


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The King’s Speech

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

My old voice - fragmenting - along with my teeth -
speech patterns are broken - immutably creased -
pouring decay out my thought-cavities .../


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Thought for the Day

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Seven forty five, a mumbled 'thought',
The BBC re-tuned, for the overwrought
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Haiku 8: I am, no more, Superman

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

I am, no more, Superman: Still, ill-ease, grounded; You, fill-eyed, douse me: land-locked. 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....


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Minor Injuries

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Home, to a greeting child, wrist-wrapped, dog-bit:
Then travel (fast) to an M.I. unit.
The waiting room, a car-crash, filled stiff chairs,
In charge: the triage nurse’s contused stares..


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Uckfield lines The Uck

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

4TH JANUARY 2016


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Moving Day

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Corrugated boxes:
brown-wound, tape-thread,
(but, still, our move,
is a whole
month ahead)..


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