Temperature At Thirty Three

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Our shaded half hides me from heat Year in and out we seek a shelter My solution is to meet curtains right before sunrise and shut out each degree increment of hate and stupor in this house whilst others fling and swing – by hinges – openings to let warm winds in which is one...


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Doggerland

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

When swamped Noah's Woods
have re-seeded above sea rises
When they have been reinstated
that connection .../


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The Mother-in-law Joke

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

She then struck out with an open hand to land callouses and a creased palm flat and fast across my unshaven cheek Unexpectedly received – her flesh-reddening hate applied five digits wide – a gold ring-smacked slap – it was my mother-in-law’s barely risible routine All because my wife lies so turning her sour love...


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A Common Spotted Orchid

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

It is a highly successful
coloniser of wasteland
and not at all in danger

Both my Google Lens
and a quickie Wikipedia
yielded to your knowledge .../


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Traveling Through

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Soft disturbances by a welcome breeze
have woken me - along with crept daylight -
as my room's weighted curtains dance .../


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Lift Me

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Cure me -
please -
of fatigue

If of nothing else - if you can -
without causing side effects -
leaving me somewhat replete .../


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After the Cinema

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Back to a quietus
under our roof

and Elton John
bared
in my dark bedroom .../


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Quietly Robust

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Quietly robust – my self-diagnosis Seeing trees and feeling light where shadows would not shift – and other such stuff of verbosity But still quietly robust on this day 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...


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Walking Out

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

I turned to see you stood on your
corner plot of weeds-not-grass -
kind people call it a sedum lawn.../


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Looking Glass

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Mistaking a neighbour’s two-stroke strimmer for another trapped bee – one more season’s reck – it too duped this side of fingered glass panes – just another easy summertime error I lifted a cold blackbird – paw-rolled after impact with that same window – taking it from our path to place its fragile body under...


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