Well

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

It was first called 'Welfare'
by a proud state,
no more ideal,
we are now told to berate..


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Park Football Parents

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

The sun momentarily exploded,
from behind fleet clouds,
then gone, sleet-showered,
a return to mourn-shift-shrouds....


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Rookies

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Friday, I think, I partied late in the night,
throwing rookies with kids, to their delight:


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Michael, Not Me

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

– Looking nice Michael,
been somewhere special?
– Funeral. In the bloody rain.
Two pints of bitter, froth flat,
stand alongside the boozers,
as they then chat about the showers,
long-passed, and bloody penguins.
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