No More

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

My stiff hands
no more 
give the grip
I once held -
my legs
no more
step well
in this world .../


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The Pig & Butcher

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Friday lunchtime, slumped, re-arrives,
a shuffle of septuagenarians departs
as I place my pint, and my backside,
at a mat-free table in the lounge bar...


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Addlestone

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

That distant town was my playground,
at Darley Dene I scuffed my knees,
returning, scabbed, to 6, Essex Close,
Addlestone, Surrey, England, Earth,
and our three storey police house..


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My Lady of Good Encounter

By Mike Bell Poetry 1 comment

Benoite, you are not, but still a reader of hearts,
a live angel on Earth, but not the saint of Laus..


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Foregrounding

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Your are
that small detail
which a true artist
includes..


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Late

By Mike Bell Poetry 1 comment

I cannot suppress the yawns
of this drawn-down evening;
earlier she re-scaled a recipe..


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We the Grey-haired

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

We grey-haired but fashion-aware men of a certain age Us would-be punks once heavy-coated liking Echo or an almost quiffed Morrissey lover – or confirmed hater We still tug our loneliness still unsure about stuff – but not music just politics and love Still trying on fashion and making mistakes E010619 Mike Bell Poetry Mike...


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Summer Night

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Rolled under the duvet
in breath-heated twists,
where is my ending
in this beginning..


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Brighton 0 – Man City 2

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Alan-the-postie

predicted a big loss,

so two against,

not so badly off..


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Rising

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Google is Evil,
along with Facebook,
Instagram will f*ck you,
and Twitter will look..


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