Under the Cloud

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

It is only when
a crime's shape
skulks into
your bolted home .../


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First Class

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

As my path-running dog bolts - yet again -
at the vertical thinning of grey squirrels -
I hear - and then see - those almost vermin
kids gather across the far side of the school fields .../


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Egon

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Schiele's quickened passing
at twenty-eight years of age -
just days after his wife's death
and his pillow-propped sketch
of her looking back into him .../


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Cold

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Believe in your child's ghost -
but then let her spectre run
from the roadkill shock -
from the flare of the
body-struck headlights .../


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Social-ism

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

It's .. trying to construct
a society around production
for need .. not .. for profit -
.. meeting people's needs ..
I half-quote Tony Benn .../


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The Street Artist

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Across the radiator-hot pavement
is his greatest work - ever -
under the gawp of holiday kids
and the blind-sided motorists .../


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Blunt

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

These day-in day-out mis-typings
of small tap-tap-tap screen pokes -
which I commit as my bad habit -
weightless stabs in this landscape
to stall that mental keel .../


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Seventy-Six Percent

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

To take this decision to take my life
Off discharged thoughts
but it is my choice .../


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The Perpetual Curate

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Here lies the poor
perpetual curate -
he lived a low life
on the stipend they paid .../


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The Remained

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Even in the unfair fall
of rain on the night - of
dis-charged un-loadings -
after our torches lit
this memorial bonfire .../


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