Crack

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Sunrise not yet strained
over my unlit house;
under that roof sleeps
a large sweet percentage of my reason
to stand at my designs and effort..


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Night Rain

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

The summer showers,
(dried peas on the roof),
woke me to pre-dawn light.
A visit to the loo..


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This Day

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

This day is unsteady,
an earthquake,
instead of a tremor,
as I am walked
by the all-pull-dog ..


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Mr Heaney : Gone Missing

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Mr. Heaney
he sent me a note,
saying, indeed,
I could use a quote ...


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A Son

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

A son: Thomas Howard,
Fourteen years old,
Was lain, hardly checked,
To enter the cold:


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Well

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

It was first called 'Welfare'
by a proud state,
no more ideal,
we are now told to berate..


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Park Football Parents

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

The sun momentarily exploded,
from behind fleet clouds,
then gone, sleet-showered,
a return to mourn-shift-shrouds....


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Rookies

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Friday, I think, I partied late in the night,
throwing rookies with kids, to their delight:


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Michael, Not Me

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

– Looking nice Michael,
been somewhere special?
– Funeral. In the bloody rain.
Two pints of bitter, froth flat,
stand alongside the boozers,
as they then chat about the showers,
long-passed, and bloody penguins.
...


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