Warming

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Our first frost this winter was late:
Stealing every colour,
long after Christmas..


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Hard Working

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

"Hard-working people",
If uttered once more,
By any MP,
Turning facts athwart,


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Anniversary

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

This gone decade:
avowed, witnessed, signed;
Your white dress, my suit,
hung, long-aligned..


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Tootles the Taxi

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

I'm Tootles the Taxi,
I'll give you a ride,
Just log on to Uber
Then jump inside
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What’s Written

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

So, did Corbyn bend far enough down,
as the 'last stand' bled into the ground?

How many of us tilted our heads,
with any intelligent reverence?
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Cemetery of Souls

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

We sip tea on Sunday,
Checking house prices,
Whilst off-shore
There is
A washed-up crisis
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Cubicle, Charity Shop

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

She sat, side-on,
Unnoticed, except chat,
Mobile to head,
Hidden by hat
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‘The Truth’

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

The Sun: what a very
Dangerous thing,
A burning, cynical,
Reprint of spin
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Still Standing

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Corbyn didn’t drop before the Queen, I stand too, with my political lean. Immigrant Windsors on working credits, deny them all their state benefits. Which Tory is pleased to go and kneel, before any otherĀ ‘low-born’ schlemiel*? I suggest we bow down before the poor, turn our backs now on the hereditary whore: The Queen is...


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LEWES XMAS LIGHTS – 0 UCKFIELD XMAS LIGHTS – 56

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

22ND DECEMBER 2015


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