I Am Backing Theresa May

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

"Mail on Sunday tripe
I am backing Theresa may*.
Let's get on with the job"
...


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The Liars

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

She was an ugly capture ,
and was smelling quite 'off' -
'landed in nets near Batavia,
and worth five thousand dollars'...


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Knots

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

I dropped into her
from this height,
into her eyes,
there fixed in size
from birth...


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New Broom

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

She'll not be swept back
to Downing Street,
her election broom snapped
under the weight;
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Exit to Bed

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

The exit polls excited us,
off the kids stomped,
I promised to wake them
at six-fifteen (prompt),

with an insecure prediction
their country is strong,
but to the bed I'm afeard
that exit polls are wrong.


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Two-shot Tories

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

A table of old Tories
in the Kemptown cafe
plotting the downfall
of your future today:


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Embargo

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Normal serviceĀ 
has been resumed
today the Beeb
does 'other news'..


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NHS on Election Day

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

In Outpatients,
Brighton,
and efficiently
weighed by Julie,
'blood pressure good',
then to ECG,
to confirm I am well..


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New Town Clock

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

The clock's being replaced
on Uckfield High Street,
under Emergency Orders
it'll now strike thirteen
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Echo Chambers

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

It is too easy to hate, to speak in screams, to find all solutions in final extremes; the volume racked up in your echo chamber, knowing your hatred reverberates longer. Too many such rooms, with men pushing in, these are the places where the end begins. [Published hereĀ on The Dangerous Globe] Mike Bell Poetry Mike...


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