A Courtesan in Croydon

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Her mind was turned on by cocaine and hard cocks neither of which she could get enough In her parted silk gown she would play her part going down on men to quicken their hearts but not before a fixed payment was made and for two hundred more he could enter unsheathed A subtle glance...


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Knock(ed)

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and our kids will never die in Fortnite’s re-run battles as they build walls and kill with preposterous abilities by arts once owned by gods 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...


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That’s All Folks

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We are suckled on distortions of God-given truths before widescreen tales Anthropomorphism Rules Recall childhood absurdities e.g. Tom and Jerry showing ink-stained human ways drawn on pets and pests We squeeze other species into a blender of credibility Perhaps our normalised violence was induced by cartoon irons those height-dropped anvils cast by Dastardly’s Muttley alongside...


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Last Rites

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Our common death knell will gift all of its peals to our last take of breath when our slumping toil over affairs and matters played over three score years and ten or less is then too much to endure whilst that loud exhalation is a rush of dead air of no known words Do not...


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Kelley

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You could be renamed Siddhartha by that forced passing of your own marriage act without my consent or seeing your hotel-safety certificate You had checked out exits and did not look back at soiled sheets and towels which you had rubbed I pray you find happiness – I rename you – Kelley Lynch Mike Bell...


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Bee

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Their massed die-offs are merely statistics fixed by white-suited pollinators in huge trucks of profit who are forever re-filling their hired-out hives between pollen buyers and ramping-up bee prices Colonies will collapse under modern diseases – by man-spread illnesses and by slicings of trade Neonicotinoids may kill the striped-arse armies – but other – larger...


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Ah Wel-a-day!

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

This is my fifty-fifth year of birth and on my over-rehearsed day there are fewer cards and family to mark my unintended arrival This is a turn of further mistakes made worse by another weight set around my neck – my huge bird which awaits blessings but such luxuries are not sent – not in...


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A Crossing Point

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We walk with affray as our guide to find another crossing point without repeating our last mistakes and so putting all forms of trust into reverberating beaters’ sticks – our almost guileless diviners – on stepped along routes laid flat by others’ boots on this meadow’s rush of grasses – and not yet finding that...


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Chesil Beach

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Will it ever happen? My voice falters through this late illness Oh to be reborn (higher) as Mr Ian McEwan – which is a fictional acclaim of another person Let us measure the worn pebbles strewn by his ins and outs of moons along his old pile – his stretched bank of slipping shingle See...


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AI Writes

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AI wrote a sonnet under a pen name – Ada Lovelace – but it was derivative and badly rhymed – and so dismissed by critics and editors – those word-harbingers – (they did not know of memorylessness) or of Ada’s hurt Mike Bell Poetry Mike Bell aims to write 10,000 poems, stick them up here...


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