Local Racists

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Just now in my pub
there was racist talk,
loud howl of 'Nigger'
in context of what?

Not for the first time,
and not for the last,
this country is shite,
it enjoys hatred.


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Trumpf Coverage

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Covfefe gets coverage
and Trumpf is berated,
tweeted from his iPhone
which had been confiscated
..


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The Witness

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

They are overshadowed by that evergreen giant,
the one thousand year witness to ceremonies,
to burials, and namings..


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Englishmess

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Reduce the Brits, take away their tea,
Jaguar, Landrover, and Wedgwood pottery,
all now sold, the last of British treasures,
what is left 'Great' to make Britain special?
.../


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How do you mute a problem like Katie?

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

How do you mute a problem like Katie?
How do you catch a cow and pin it down?
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#GE2017

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

There will be a ballot,
with outcomes unknown,
but the resulting state
could be one that will harm
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Manchester

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

A minute passed, of aircraft and traffic, but schools stopped, a short class in silence. 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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The Red Bridge II

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

There, tonight, across the red bridge,
I captured my ghost, pulled her hard to me,


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Who the F*ck is Nick Timothy?

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Who the f*ck is Nick Timothy?
Do you give a toss?
He's the quiet one,
who is St Theresa's soft voice..


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God is a Lie

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Strapped by a promise,
bolt-weighted by God..


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