The Bird Table

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

That waking ear-fill of true birdsong – as if found – was in truth brought on by my flickknife choice – by my cutting at connections to streams and channels full of self-satisfied chattering My re-designed distance from others is freeing me from time’s smother – to clear air and breath – no misty poisons...


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Fifty-five

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Life has bleached my forehead to the bone My alarm is set early to nothing – to a home solitude – except for my youngest – except for this word search in my head for that which is known – it is known – and then decrepit thoughts rattle loudly over my grunting down each...


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The Builder’s Mate

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There – above taught plumb lines and a bricklayer’s knowing eye of gauged slaps to alignments – parried like a joiner’s fine blade – your men make up for your mistakes – never measuring twice – you cut once so badly that your deep footings flood with run-offs from your mistakes which I can no...


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Hampstead Heath

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

We scurried across NW3 but not the low-laid Heath of bricked-ish village-ness of idealised introversion – with loquacious City views No – We took the buff support of metre-high teak bars before the flow of beer taps – erect like those glass towers stood in that visible rotten mile We ripped at the greenery of...


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Outside Uckfield’s Picture House

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Outside Uckfield’s Picture House – it was offered up in black and white as a step off the narrowed path to then fall under a slab-grey car – They’re always exceeding the speed signs through the lights – or – They set the limit too low in this bloody town centre – My body thumps...


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Divisions

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

You have removed everything that mattered – keep the sofas and that flat-screen TV – but do not take my love or time in your clearing out of here – and please leave our dog Mike Bell Poetry Mike Bell aims to write 10,000 poems, stick them up here one at a time, and then...


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A Crew

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

There is a slight run of resonance with squared dips of catches – it quickens with timed recoveries along those rumbled turns of leather-collared connections – so that the forward lean-to-timings lever everything to leant finishes and the opening up of your lungs – and we haven’t even talked of power with the blade’s bowing...


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A Casting Couch

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Again – a rolled-eye look upon you – a lost lover in muddling dreams – with me as your interloper who pulls at those fetters you forged when away// We had made our tugged bonds in bicycled years when curious games stopped at bare cliff edges// My role in this slept future is as a...


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A Ghost Story

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Up at five with the ghost who is an hour ahead – not one for the clock’s change – she lets light in// She leaves her stew of scent on my stiff right fingers – as if marking out extents upon me// She squats upon my vice-set thighs – her other working of me// See...


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Skinhead

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

We worked alongside the drummer from Skrewdriver – so he claimed – as he flashed his etched forearms of racists’ dreams and smiled with his missing smile – He was promoted to Parts Manager and took to it – being born a white supremacist   Mike Bell Poetry Mike Bell aims to write 10,000 poems,...


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