No Room

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Through this sludge-week
before your lit Yuletide -
this path of slopped rain
sucks hard on my boots .../


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The Captured

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Her story will be lost
by this time tomorrow -
Jakelin Ameí
Rosmery Caal Maquin -
even one so sweet -
many names for one
so small .../


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#Guinness is God For Yer

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

I am - now - that Old Boy in the bar -
he who nurses an anchored pint -
who has time itself as a luxury
of sips every fifteen minutes .../


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The Itch

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

I am riven by my overblown
irritants of untouchable
itches .../


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Being Eighteen

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Being eighteen in 1982
was easier than in 2018 -
we had less stuff to plug in .../


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#Nebulous

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

As if crashed in the mist
of nebulous complaints -
far-too easily caught -
to vibrate like an angry fly .../


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#Saifullah & Son

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Six hundred and fifty
now reduced to forty -
there the forgotten
forever prisoners .../


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The Pilot

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Stunned by an off-shore tip -
but that was part of the deal
of any such shore-to-ship pull
under the pilot's minimal steer
of his salt-pressed gig crew .../


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Bonfire

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

We cannot ignore
what we see //
We have to recognise
the slow creep
of ired white men
and equal women .../


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Harbourside

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

I tripped on a snake
coiled into the form
of fixed turns .../


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