Into Candles and Soap

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Inhale those odours within
la Ville Lumière - of corpse wax

found among her exhumed
Draw on le cimetière des Innocents .../


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Fighting in Newhaven

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Here Ho Chi Minh - under
his pseudonym of Thàn -
served travellers' pastries
on a French ship routed
from Newhaven's docks .../


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War Poets

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Paul Verlaine’s Chanson d’automne was coded – still popular poetry – to give notice – his long sobs of French-sung violins declared an Allied invasion to those listening Whilst she never understood speeches of love – and our common mistakes – I would rarely read to her – she rarely read my mutterings – my...


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Smoke Over Paris

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Their Lady of Paris burnt in one online afternoon Her re-imagined spire tipped to robes of smoke like a bloodied lance in surrender – once more – to politics and holy battles in a kindless fog of war Her heated metals ran as dark beaded sweats from her swealing heights to leave cooled scabs of...


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Voyager Maintenant

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Vous, petite douce chose, doit voyager, doit visiter, pour une journée, une dernière fois: Une dernière requête traduit comme décès: Pas plus de nourriture, pas plus de boissons, maintenant le temps s’est écoulé: Ces luxes égoïstes, une telle prière, cette demande: À tout moment de la vie, il est temps de vivre. Mike Bell Poetry...


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#CartepostaleàBannon

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Cher Steve Bannon, Comment redémarrer le mal? Vous l’avez trop facile mon altesse-droite, vous avez votre chemin, avec la haine, votre haine, votre politique de quatre lettres: Tenez leurs têtes courbées, prendre leurs cœurs sombres, et ensuite nourrir, si longtemps, sur leurs intestins bouillonnés, assaisonné de toss-politique, raisonnement c’est tout pour eux. Là, mon cruel...


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