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Mark Bell Nov 2024
You are the
Sunshine
In the pouring
Rain.
Coming home
is overdue
Please come back
We all love you.

Tears have
Been cried
Since you’ve
Been away
The children
Miss you
Everyday.


A candle lit
A light stays on
There’s warmth
In there hearts
Do come home
Where you belong.

Coming home is
Well over due
Somehow get
Home
We all love you.
Mark Bell Nov 2024
Thatcher  Nixon
Came round for tea
With Ghengis khan
That made three.
Stalin gatecrashed
Now we were four
Who was next to visit
My door.
****** and Gobbels
They came round
Just to see me
To say hello
And drink coffee.
Alexander the great
Who is my best mate
Now that made the
Party up to eight.
Churchill napoleon
Came and rang my bell
Let’s get this party
Started now we were
Ten.
Tea party of all tea parties
I had a story to tell
I blew up my house and
Sent these warmongers
Straight to hell.
Mark Bell Nov 2024
Icicles forming
Inside my fire
I have a broken
Mind.

I live with
A cat it has
Hat
She is very
Kind.

My meals
Are small
Have no
TV
I don’t look
For sympathy.

Radio for sound
I pad to write
I am not poor
This feels so right.

I have no one
To whom I
Can chat
Just my friend
My sweet cat.

Icicles forming
Inside my tears
mind will need
A bottle of scotch
Just to drown
away my fears.
Mark Bell Nov 2024
I wish I had
A talented quill
To bring words
To being.
I wish I had
A talented brush
To paint what I
Was seeing.
I wish I had
A creative mind
So you can see
My dreams
I just need someone
To believe in me.
Mark Bell Nov 2024
Thank you Adrianna
For all of your sweet
Reviews
I like writing all this
Doggerel  
It’s just what I do.
Mark Bell Nov 2024
There was a story
If it was told
If you read it
You wouldn’t
Get old.

The words were
Horrendous  so
****** sad
If you read them
They would send
You mad.

I read this book
And it was the goat
I took a knife
And cut my throat.

There was a story
If it was told
If you read it
You wouldn’t
Get old.
Mark Bell Nov 2024
Years a go i wrote
A poem for binary
Lovers
So here i go
I’m doing a cover.

01010111
This how the
Verse begun

11010010
10011010
10010102

Old mother
Hubbard
Lived in a
Shoe.

For all the die hard
Poetry lovers
Bit of fun and
Lots to
Discover.

If you like this
Poem and wish
To review
Please do it
In a e mail
01100122.
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