One Word

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Over six thousand languages may not adapt in our short time – under these fleet-to-melt days – to define our recent misprize We may never find a finite word to headline this imminent collapse – of my land – of your land – this land’s made for you and me Our recourse won’t be in...


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Do not travel

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unless you do not return Reduce our desecration of crushing of what just about still exists by not coming back to report your travels in books and glossy mags 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...


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Pound Store

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My authorised version of the holy book declares that avarice will kill us all off which we declaim aloud being self-anointed by those inner whispers of our godhead voices Our gor-bellied lives of fulfilment are fed by our sating purchases drawn down from less Our bounties are mounted under rented roofs which we brace with...


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Warming

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Each bared upper branch is sunset-torched oxidised reddened by that last touch of low light off this third month’s fooling dusk A slumped red hour ending a widely-held disbelief of an unexpectedly warm day in March once marked by late snow but not by my fifth decade’s birth date now re-set by summer’s early incremates...


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Bee

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Their massed die-offs are merely statistics fixed by white-suited pollinators in huge trucks of profit who are forever re-filling their hired-out hives between pollen buyers and ramping-up bee prices Colonies will collapse under modern diseases – by man-spread illnesses and by slicings of trade Neonicotinoids may kill the striped-arse armies – but other – larger...


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Shipping Forecasts

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

We will struggle for storm names and typhoons will be numbered in the Northern Territories We will enjoy sequential weather and buy rain and shade covers in equal measure for such events Extremes will be downgraded to normal They will re-define old tide charts re-draw shorelines and flood plains But we will suffer drought and...


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The Bird Table

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

That waking ear-fill of true birdsong – as if found – was in truth brought on by my flickknife choice – by my cutting at connections to streams and channels full of self-satisfied chattering My re-designed distance from others is freeing me from time’s smother – to clear air and breath – no misty poisons...


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Finding Signs

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

There is a languageless rule to reading puddles –to understanding such first-glance nothingness –their impossible silences before trod-in signage – a gauging of place – now – by such offered inches –ones dredged by tyres – those in unfettered lees –below busied hedgerows – there held evergreen against all buffettings – such pleshes can guideyou...


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Latitude

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Our eucalyptus tree is now my distant Australia – Our olive tree is now my recent Israel and in-between – in our English garden of other imports – our thirsty plants look more suited to wetter climates – they limp without the pull and whip of overnight water – English summers play redefined dates of...


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The Word for ‘Search’

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

This abstruse epoch of endless information
is a virulent strew of ingrowing metadata -
It is thrown wide like blindly hurled seeds .../


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