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Mark Bell Nov 2024
Strawberry lips
Ice creams
Summer days
Seaside dreams
Bikini lady
Iced teas
Sun glasses
Sweet memories
Young love
Sanded toes
Summer days
With my purple rose
Swimming in each
Others tears
T L C conquering
All our fears
Blossoming hearts
More colourful years.
Mark Bell Nov 2024
Icicles forming in a burning flame
Up the track on a speeding train
Numbers dancing on a roulette wheel
It really doesn’t matter how I feel

You walked away its the game you play
You burn my heart every single day
Your a paper plane heading for the sun
You are in my heart you are my fun

Life not worth living without
my cotton wool bomb
So sweet and corrosive handling everything
with such aplomb
Numbers dancing on a roulette wheel
Still not thinking how I feel

Icicles still freezing inside my fire
Your Still riding over all my desires
Numbers still dancing on the roulette wheel
Never understanding how I feel

You walk away it’s the game you play
Red and black I just can't  turn back.
Mark Bell Nov 2024
If I was a woman
And you were a man
The label don’t matter
It’s what’s in the can
Look at you my Walter Mitty
Is the label that makes you pretty
Who really cares what we think or do
In the end it’s just me and you.
Mark Bell Nov 2024
Crystal swans
Fly in golden skies
The rifleman takes aim
The bullet flies
Stuck in a life of perpetual ****
With crystal swans
In golden skies
Can you ask the rifleman
To shoot me between the eyes
Let’s take a moment and ask
Why oh why
Light and darkness dance
Around the golden sun
The bullet and the rifleman must
Have there fun
Mark Bell Nov 2024
Elephants riding bicycles
Giraffes driving cars
Monkeys flying aeroplanes
It’s seems not to bizarre
Fish catching people
Hippos on the bus
I don’t see a problem
to be kicking up a fuss,
Frogs kissing zebras
While hyenas play guitar
Now understanding the other ***
Now that’s to bizarre.
Mark Bell Nov 2024
Empty chair
Where once you sat
Empty bed
Where once you slept
Empty days
Where once you slept
Empty days
Where once we walked
Empty prose
Where once we talked
Empty face
Where once had a grin
Empty aura
Which died within
Oh well !
Mark Bell Nov 2024
One more night
One more morning
Skin on skin
Warmth of your smile
Fragrant breath
Please stay awhile.
Days are long
Colourless sky
With you there’s  no why
Give me the dark
Give me the light
One more morning
One more night
Flesh on flesh
Sweet!
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