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Mark Bell Nov 2024
Slowly I walk
Heavy of foot
Mind befuddled
Black as soot.
Thoughts so dark
Nodding the head
So so tired
I need my bed.
Mile upon mile
On cobbled stone
Cold and wet
All alone.
In bed sit land
No welcome mat
I go to sleep
And that’s just that.
I pray not to see
Another day
Stuck inside a
Stephen king play.
Is anyone out there
Got a nice place
To stay
these boots
Won’t last me
another day.
Mark Bell Nov 2024
Ridden a cycle in
Continuum of space
Walked the line
A boot ,one lace.

Swam five oceans
Sailed the seas
Still Nobody believed
In me.

Played golf
Upon the purple moon
Made love
To Madonna was
Around about noon
Tore more self
Inside out I
Had to set myself
Free
just to get
The judge to
Believe in me

Played football
Under the sea
Had Stalin and ******
Around for tea
It’s getting harder
To believe in me

Surfed on the planets
Through the astral plain
Danced naked with
Marilyn munro
In a shower of
Pink rain.

Never never going
To be free
The mirror in my
cell still
Believes in me.

One flew over
The cuckoos nest
Making this crap up
I’m doing my best
I really do not know
Who is who please
Can you leave
A sweet little review.
Mark Bell Nov 2024
Marcel deauchamp
Of poetry
Fine writing is
Not my way
Wordsworth was talented
Shakespeare had his play.

Allen Poe
thee main man
Byron wrote some
Shanties
When people read my
Poetry they put
poo poo
In there *******.

Marcel deauchamp
Of poetry
I did the best I can
People read my poetry
And flushed it
Down the pan.

Marcel was an artist
With his own style
If you see his artwork
This will make you smile
Mark Bell Nov 2024
I begged
You to stay
Even though
You played away
The love
I kept
The rug on
Which  we slept
Will always
Be there
Please comeback
And let us share.
Who am I
To ask this of you
These cold nights
I feel so blue
If you will not
Come back to I
I have no more
Tears to cry
I’m by my self
I shall rest
Sleep and wish
You all the best.
Mark Bell Nov 2024
Elvis the rat
Was caught
In a trap
It passed away
Funny that.

Lennon the dog
Died yesterday
Sgt pepper cried
That was okay.

Sinatra the fish
Slipped quitely away
He had the look
Got caught on a hook
He should have done it
my way.

Bowie the budgie
Died on the wing
Jean jeannies
Voice fell silent
No more to sing

Prince the dove
Died today
His red corvette
Hit purple rain
Music now in the
stars above.

Holly the spider
Died without fuss
All his fans wished
He had caught
The bus
That was the day
The music died
Mark Bell Nov 2024
Sweet sweet rose
Harsh hard thorns
She was like this
Day she was born
Petals Consuming
So vividly red
Me and mum
We lived in dread
Scented so bitter
Blossoming not
Sweet sweet rose
Deserved what she got.

Sweet sweet rose
Soft silky thorns
He was like this
The day he was born
Petals all giving
So vividly bright
Me and mum
It was just right
Scented so innocence
Blossoming hot
Sweet sweet rose
Deserved what he got.
Mark Bell Nov 2024
Mona Lisa
Eyeball pleaser
Painted by some
Artist geezer
Van Gogh sunflowers
Loads of money
If Vince was alive
He would find it funny
Constable a painter of note
Was a White van man
In an overcoat,
Ed the munch
Painted his scream
Monet and the Lillie’s
Looked so serene
All these artists
Are all now dead
There creative ghosts
Reside inside my shed
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