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Mark Bell May 2017
I'm pinching poems
I'm getting ideas
I'm learning from
The skill of the quill.  
Alphabet dancing
Among the words
Stories never stay still
Truths and lies
Live in disguise
It's the wonder of the word
Mark Bell May 2017
high on the happy side
Aroma of beauty
Sexually attractive
I'm yours

Dancing with leaves falling
The scent of flower
Sexually attractive
please don't cower

****** activity
The ****** the same
I'm all yours
Excited
Mark Bell May 2017
Public house
Sweet glass of cider
Beautiful lady
I sat beside her,
Said our hello's
Lips were kissed
conversed awhile
Then we got ******.
*** hours later
Six on our minds
Wobbling along to
Home it we cannot find,
Pavement sitting
Alcohol fuelled night
Soiled me underwear
Sweet.
Mark Bell May 2017
Motherless child
Unopened womb
Reaps no harvest
Mark Bell May 2017
Attractive Lovelly dressed black witch
Beautiful seductive heartless *****.
minefield held together in tattooed skin
Mark Bell May 2017
Slowly I walk
Heavy of foot
Mind befuddled
Black as soot
Thoughts so dark
Rocking the head
So ******* tired
I'm needing my bed.
Mile upon mile
Of cobbled stone
Cold and wet
Shivering all alone.
In bedsit land
No welcome mat
i fall asleep and
That's just that
Mark Bell May 2017
Blood flowed into river red
Nobody adhered the pleas,
Silence screaming from the drum
As all around would freeze.
cruelly ***** violently abused
Nobody adhered the screams
Blood flowed into river red
As the nightmare,killed the dreams
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