BHAFC 1 – Burnley 3

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

There is a beer-and-pie feast
in the bar-fed anticipation
in the echoing East Stand ../


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College Green

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

College Green hadn't seen
such a circus in such a while -
a scattering of disaster tents .../


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A Loss of Suction

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

I'm binning my Dyson
it will not remain -
the suction it claimed
has reduced again .../


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My Designs

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

I am abraded by a faux light
for my immediate set of tasks -
I sit at my cluttered desk
.../


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An Argument

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

I met a rare squabble
of sparrows -

an old controverse
being lost to us .../


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The Word for ‘Search’

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

This abstruse epoch of endless information
is a virulent strew of ingrowing metadata -
It is thrown wide like blindly hurled seeds .../


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The Lash

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

We will - now - we will be read like tea leaves
swilled in a bone china cup and saucer
We - the forcing twins will find a paradox -
the mirrored - the paired inept .../


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Australia

By Mike Bell Poetry 2 comments

Between Townsville and Tasmania
there is every conceivable season
now that the rules have been lost .../


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Ploughing

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Clasped - a cold buttock -
dipping to thoughts of others'
comforts - way before zeal
had become sloth-by-illness .../


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A Forecast

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

There will be a cold sluggishness -
not known since those tardy days
of queued-at red telephone boxes -
impatient lines still in that set chill .../


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