The Duchess

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

There are kinds of poets who give poets
a bad name - not me guv'nor

Perhaps bejewelled ones in headscarves -
those hosts of salons or saloons... /


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Heists

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

I share with Sylvia
an early hour-ness
of eyes on cold art ... /


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Traveling Through

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Soft disturbances by a welcome breeze
have woken me - along with crept daylight -
as my room's weighted curtains dance .../


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Russian Roulette

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

I’ve heard that at Oxford Auden slept with a revolver under his pillow – Elizabeth Bishop A bolster-engineered solution works for my now nightly supine issues – no handgun is – yet – required – but poets can be miserable fuckers and that urge to fire off blank verse in that hot scrum of an...


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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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His Last Leaf

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Frank Ormsby rarely writes – only now by medicated spurs set quick to the side effects and his drugged obsessiveness which are my nowhere-near-equals to his northern placed verse No more lined up by his diluted voice Loud Frank left it at school He opens up his vowel larder of self-affirming stories His Rasagiline’s rattle...


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Words Burn

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

VLADIMIR: You should have been a poet. ESTRAGON: I was. [Gesture towards his rags.] Isn’t that obvious. [Silence.]  Waiting for Godot. Samuel Beckett A whole ninety-eight cents have recently been credited to my low-tide bank account from Yanks’ penny clicks on my must-do-better lines in newly-hewn sob stories without no strummed blues which now appear...


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AI Writes

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

AI wrote a sonnet under a pen name – Ada Lovelace – but it was derivative and badly rhymed – and so dismissed by critics and editors – those word-harbingers – (they did not know of memorylessness) or of Ada’s hurt Mike Bell Poetry Mike Bell aims to write 10,000 poems, stick them up here...


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Headliners

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Straight white men no longer headline poetry festivals – or spoken word sets – Their verse could poison if swallowed – best kept out of the reach of children Unless the poet is dead   Mike Bell Poetry Mike Bell aims to write 10,000 poems, stick them up here one at a time, and then take...


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Matrilocal

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Am I not uxorious enough?
I just read you my last poem
and it was met by a hush -
as if I had said nothing -
I know you said nothing .../


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