Once More

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

There is such scant chance
of any long term escape
from your rusting suffixes
now all time is in half-light... /


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This Effect of You

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

It is now measurable -
this effect of you -
by improved
qualities across my skin... /


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Below Victoria

By Mike Bell Poetry 1 comment

A loosened thought
was unexpectedly set adrift

like a sea-wetted sandal
sucked into whisked white foam... /


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Takeaways

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

How shall I study
your offered body?
With intimate sight
through my fingertips .../


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A Common Spotted Orchid

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

It is a highly successful
coloniser of wasteland
and not at all in danger

Both my Google Lens
and a quickie Wikipedia
yielded to your knowledge .../


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Walking Out

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

I turned to see you stood on your
corner plot of weeds-not-grass -
kind people call it a sedum lawn.../


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Summer Solstice

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

I can guarantee
that at three-AM
on our longest day .../


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First Notes

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

There is a cool stubbornness about you – it is quite fanciable Life is not getting in your way or going to bring you down No house of cards – no others’ disturbances will take you There is a surety in your eyes You hest me – you have my revere Mike Bell Poetry Mike...


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Gaddy

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Constance Mary Sad – Baker – Clark – also known as Gaddy – pranced through Europe’s dared-to decadence finding her feet in those wide-flared seventies in every kind of ballroom competition Come dance with me! Len called – a nine scored five times by a sweet Devon girl who once graced low tides on Braunton...


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In the Eye

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Women slip from winsome
under their senescent faces -
their hands steal the looks
off youth's eyed-embraces .../


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