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Mark Bell Mar 11
It must be love
Happiness high
No more dark
Clouds in my sky.
Warmth is flowing
Through my veins
Heart feeling good
No more pain.
We talk we hold hands
We start making
Wonderful plans,
But we all know
It’s all total crap
In the happiness trap.
Sweet.
Mark Bell Mar 8
Sensation of seeds
That germinate
From your heart
Candy apple red
I hope we don’t part.
The butterflies you
Give me are warming
Within
With you my lovely
Where do's one begin.
Your smile is infectious
Blossoming of the rose
These seeds of beauty
Everything grows.
Mark Bell Mar 2
My halo woman
Full of charm
Protects me safely
From all the
Worlds harm.
Elegant stylish
Immense respect,
My halo woman
She will protect.
I love this woman
Whom I adore
She rides my train
I know,
Thats for sure.
Her heart is golden
Pure as snow
My halo woman
Is my life’s flow.
Mark Bell Feb 28
Feels like
your drifting
Slip sliding away
The ball
started rolling,
The drifter
in you needs
To go out
and play.
The smiles
have gone
Replaced
by frowns
Go with
my blessing
And create
new sounds,
New horizons,
Views what you see
Please find in your
Heart to drift
back to me.
Mark Bell Feb 28
Im going to wear
yellow shoes
to heaven ,
Put all my thoughts
On lucky number seven,
Weather sunshine
Or wether rain
My cat Molly is driving
Me insane.
I once kissed the queen
Upon her ****
Won mastermind
Did not use a pass
I write this ****
Because I’m not
Mentally well
My grammar is ****
And i cannot smell.
I just wish we can all
Live in peace and
My humble abode
As a twenty year lease.
Sometimes I want to
Write good poetry
But that talent
Is not in me.
Mark Bell Feb 27
A voice came in from
the deep blue sea,
From a ghostly old
Sea dog lost at sea.,
I was to carry his voice
I was to be the host,
To find his lady who
Lived once on the rugged coast.
Many cliffs I willingly climbed
With a wide smile on my face,
Till I came to a graveyard
A sweet quaint old quiet place.
There was once his widow
His wonderful beautiful bride,
I relayed his voice to her
Now alongside her
he now resides.
When I visit the seaside
And look pleasingly out to sea,
The voice of the old sea dog
Says thank you to me.
Mark Bell Feb 26
All my disciples
Are eating
L S D trifles
Fred
Harry
Bill
And
Ben
Spaced out,
Thought they were
The Diddy men.
They followed me
Down the garden path
Those L S D trifles
We’re such a laugh.
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