Seven point five

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

A boot-sucked drop
down through Views Wood,
across a mud-scuffed bridge,
and the ditch in half-flood..


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Not Northern Enough

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

I am not Northern enough
to be a radio poet,
not a McGough, a McMillan,
or a Normal kinda bloke ...


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Guinnless

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Friday lunchtime
and a tall pint of Guinness,
I enter the calories -
two hundred added...


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Miracle on Downing Street

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Saint Theresa knows what is good for us now -
she sings 'Hallelujahs' and takes a low bow .../


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House of Cards

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

As if it is a politic farce of staged denouements of scripted turns and off the plot we are rantng runts either way it is drama enough. 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...


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It

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

"Remaindered on Amazon,
an unread tome,
that Tory horror story:
'The Manifesto'..."


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Humid

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

You could see the unexpected humidity in the weep of the trees almost a rainforest drip in the woods of Sussex and being tall I had to dip to avoid the damp stroke of lime leaf on my neck that of a sweated relative or grease-ball teacher. Underfoot the cinder path was an equal impact...


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No Rain

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

That kicked-up wild garlic hit was the mist through which the walk took them on that route, slow upstream, and then sloped above the low cut of rain-denied river. Each step was another distance which closed the gap between them. On his solitary return, under the dapple of sodium, over hard tarmac, the true nature...


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Kathy

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

For Kathy.

Kathy spoke for a minute,
it may have been less....


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06:34

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

That stillness feel it not even a clock no scrape of chair nothing dropped just me sat here in this echo hall with upright piano and parquet floor set below bays and the same break of day but offset by time and the tune we must play. Mike Bell Poetry Mike Bell aims to write...


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