Hate

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Hate drove a van
at people again,
hate is alive in
ignorant men..


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Sleep Walking

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

It arrived in the night,
thickened, from within,
that sulking infection
of continental heat..


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Netflix

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Do not reveal where your chocs are hid whilst I’m watching box sets on Netflix. Mike Bell Poetry Mike Bell aims to write 10,000 poems, stick them up here one at a time, and then take a nap. By then he should be about 85 years old and have out-gunned PD, dementia, and the end...


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Our Talk

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

I had to lie down,
having taken a bullet
from this sniper,
back flat on grass...


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The Sleep

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

I am naked on our bed,
upright, pre-slept,
at the gracious request
of my funked body
...


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One More

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

A few typed words
to fill this gap,
counting as
my committed act.


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No Angel

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

He endeavours to be one who ‘can’, not a bit-part, paused, not half a man, not battled to bend, with rusted mettle, he’ll hold her at night, unmasked and settled: No more a young man in the place reserved in God’s waiting room, which others deserve: Grant a slow decade, ten years of good life,...


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First Hour

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

I boot-up from an ill-night, one of disturbances, of pain, under unpolished dreams, to the unnecessary brightness now lighting domestic chaos: my slept agitation seeps across the bathroom, bedroom, and then mills about, recalcitrant. I carry over the dreamt infection into the first hour of each day, my crude night’s spilt-illness will dissipate, but only...


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Slurred

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Trained by the press
to slur 'Socialist',

to spit out the word,
to deny the left vote,
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Doubles

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

You were still on my fingers,
even then, a slow hour later
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