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I am met by this low sun
and much less birdsong
than forty years before..


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Beautiful

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

She sat at our table
placemats squared

like her stubborn
kissed chin..


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Linings

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The daily rituals return
like when I took
the wooden rule..


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Fall

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Almost December and this bit of our northern hemisphere is being tricked by the man-made warmth into putting feelers out from within the false Spring which catches too keen lifeforms and me I am over dressed for these modern Novembers Mike Bell Poetry Mike Bell aims to write 10,000 poems, stick them up here one...


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Old scars

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Again
she loosened him
like you do to a ripe scab
with a quick pick..


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Of this parish

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Our laid souls will return
to the same parish

there imperially paced
by our pre-descendents..


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Fail

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

I do not want to see
or to feel

the place in which
you
a Light
have to exist..


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Denis Potter at The Picture House -Uckfield

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Here   hiding under the cover of lowered lighting and a backdrop of acoustic guitar with a heavy glass of London Pride A tongue-end taste which takes me back to then   1984 trying to read Potter on Potter But playing other songs from old TV shows inside my head   He wrote (almost) musicals and smoked E210219...


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Lost

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Buried in your bag, the excuse,
that modern cord, the line,
to the centre of us..


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Wish

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

I would not wish
this hushed visitor
on any other
sleeping person..


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