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Apr 2020 · 107
Virus
Mark Bell Apr 2020
As an animal species
The old must die
Other species fight this
They do not cry
There's no nhs
The genes must survive
That's what keeps
There species alive.
When young are weak
The future looks bleak
thee old take drugs to survive
You can not sustain this madness
To keep humanity alive.
Apr 2020 · 111
Look for a brighter side
Mark Bell Apr 2020
do some coke
Drink some wine
Really don't care if
The sun don't shine

Do some ******
Drink some ***
Really don't care if
The blues have come

Do some whiskey
Smoke some ***
Really don't care if
You die or not

Isolation
*******
Fill the screen with ****
Really don't care
From the day I was born
Mark Bell Apr 2020
I think the Chinese
Got this all Wong
The virus to spread
To quell the riots in honk Kong

A trade war with America
Starvation has begun
So let's spread a virus
And have some financial fun

Americans and the Chinese
The Germans and Jews
So let's spread the virus
And give the world the blues

Bankrupt all countries
China will provide
America will give loans
While governments still lie

Spread the virus
Far and wide
Communism democracy
I'll let you decide

Mass migration stops
Before it's to late
Millions start cueing
At the pearly gates

Why don't the Chinese play cricket
Because they ate all the bats
Nov 2019 · 148
Afraid of oneself
Mark Bell Nov 2019
Crawling out from under my stone
10,000 years I've been there,have I?
My prey is that I want to eat myself
So I can become something I'm not.

Devil ,God and the deep blue sea
Everybody seems to want a part of me.

I have no mirrors, there evil.
Nov 2019 · 148
Ode to war
Mark Bell Nov 2019
Dead dead when you could have lived
Freedom is it all worth it.
You experience no freedom when your dead
Bullet in the brain, medal on chest
Do warmongers really want to do there best.
Let's all run with the monkey pack
**** or be killed thats what they say
death is just a battlefield
where children fear to play.
War memorials,
obituaries in tutorials
A statue,poppy oh so read
War is a game,
A game to play where the participants end up dead.
Nov 2019 · 189
Sweet marie
Mark Bell Nov 2019
Sweet Marie a lover of mine
oh well she died
I didn't,I never cried.
Sweet Marie,oh was so sweet
I wished,why did we meet.
Sleeping alone has its desire
sweet Marie died,then she caught fire.
I got her ashes in a urn
Love is for idiots when do we learn.
Nov 2019 · 180
Love oh well
Mark Bell Nov 2019
To love is to sing in lovers meadows
To love is to burn,to love is to bury
To love is to bleed in lovers eyes
And then ditch them.
Nov 2018 · 278
Chains
Mark Bell Nov 2018
Born in chains
Razor blade rains
Freezing cold fires
Non born desires

The faith I keep
I shall not weep
Battles daily
Battlefield called life
These chains I fight

I ride into the sun
On a sleigh of ice
I dance in the rain
Knowing its all inane

Chained into restrictions
I was born ,to many rules
Chained into a stewpot
These links I must fool

Bound to be unbounded
I need to be freed
Chains and lock
Keep me an unfertilised seed

My life .
My chair
My chains
My faith
I die
Nov 2018 · 173
Feeling of not being open
Mark Bell Nov 2018
A heart without love
Space without stars
an unused womb
It's a lonely place.

Unspoken words
An unwritten tune
A melody without a stave
Who am I to walk alone
Slowly to my grave.

Withering away
Closing of mind
Sadness of the dark
I am the lonely place
Nov 2018 · 227
Daydreaming
Mark Bell Nov 2018
Trees they wave
To welcome the birds
I sit and drink my tea
Thine eyes are the portal
To my imagination
Why is number four next to three?
I wonder in awe
My gaze is blind
welcoming hello's
It's sweet I find.
On a day dreaming bench
My thirst I shall quench
As the trees welcome in the birds.
Nov 2018 · 207
Diffrent
Mark Bell Nov 2018
Eft the newt
In its pin striped suit
Dancing with the clown,
Big red nose,big red boots
Knocking the boundaries down.
Oct 2018 · 169
Hatred
Mark Bell Oct 2018
Naked humans cannot hate
It's symbols and clothes
Determine our fate
They say it's good to belong
This is why humans
Have got it all wrong.
The whole wide world should
Be one big nudist camp,
Everybody the same
Blood is blood
Is hatred natural or just
Mis-understood.
Oct 2018 · 218
Incitement
Mark Bell Oct 2018
Death is just a breath away
Cut your throat now no delay
Life is just more wasting time
Can this ditty be really a crime
Go on do it ,you really well can
Blade is sharp is it all going to plan
Listen to me heaven can't wait
So cut your throat before its to late.
Oct 2018 · 161
My friend Jane
Mark Bell Oct 2018
i want to be good
But that's not me
I'm terribly bad
And I do so agree.
Internal ramblings
In my twisted brain
Abyss of darkness
Where I met Jane.
Dear dear Jane
My manipulative friend
You tangled me in your web
Dear dear Jane
My psychopath friend
We shall dance till we are dead.

The end
Oct 2018 · 193
Downfall
Mark Bell Oct 2018
Fallen from my pedastol
Drowning in my sorrow,
Dark days on thee horizon
Can,t face many more tomorrow,
The audience and the pedastol
I was not born for such a scene
The life of the fallen actor
Summed up in cyanide ice cream.
Sep 2018 · 173
Poor me
Mark Bell Sep 2018
Give me the pills
To fight my ills
Poor psychotic me.
Never free from a violent mind
Who am l ? Never to be kind
Poor psychotic me.
North and south
Fight to become my mouth
My brain on a runaway train
who am I? Psychotic me
With a well befuddled brain.
i wish I wish I didn,t have to repeat
My mind has suddenly gone blank
Who am I ? Who am I ?
I!m a goldfish in a disappearing tank
Sep 2018 · 159
Feeling sad
Mark Bell Sep 2018
Poor old me my poetry is crap
In life it's zilch,I can deal with that.
With every word with every breath
Poetry is poetry, death is death.
Sep 2018 · 171
Just wasting time
Mark Bell Sep 2018
Wave of euphoria
Swept across my brain
Why was I happy?
When I'm going insane.
They feed me pills
For my mental ills
Yippeeee,!
Solitary confinement
Stuck,nowhere to go
the light bulb is dimming
Now that is a blow.
The Dolphins blow kisses
As the sparrows drink wine
Then darkness creeps forward
It's just a matter of time.
Sep 2018 · 136
Untitled
Aug 2018 · 161
Who made who
Mark Bell Aug 2018
Who made who
It wasn't me ,see
So who did.?
God for bid it was not him
If it was, life would be grim
oh it is !
We live we cry
We **** we die
Oh we do!
depressing depressing
Good god my minds *******
Who made who
In this world of stew
It wasn't me, see
So give us a clue please do.
Aug 2018 · 178
Out of luck
Mark Bell Aug 2018
I brought a gnu without a paddle
I wish l knew I brought a gnu
I would have purchased a saddle.
Tickle be mum with a soft white feather
While all dressed up in all black weather.
the canoe and I decided to dream
Of milkshake and Bombay duck,
That's why in the scheme of things
I think I'm all out of luck.
Aug 2018 · 231
Rocky interesting road
Mark Bell Aug 2018
im going to heaven in my rowing boat
With a kangaroo and a hippo named Fred
The journey seemed to be  quite interesting
until Fred had a dump.
I'm going to heaven in a bright yellow car
Because the boat was covered in ****.
Heaven is a place on earth
it's not imaginary you know
Clangers  live upon the moon
in a sweet diverse picture show.
Poetry is not my strongest point
But I play a mean game of darts,
While unraveling an anagram
Of thee orchestra and thee cart horse
o sol le mio
Ice cream for me I'm still going to heaven
Cause I got a ticket
May 2018 · 190
Sweet
Mark Bell May 2018
Sweet smell of the roses
Romance ain't dead
We embraced while naked
Then we took pleasure to bed
A night to remember passion was there
Flesh upon flesh sweet.
May 2018 · 167
Unsure
Mark Bell May 2018
I question good
I question bad
I'm very good
Then very sad
Thoughts of love
Thoughts of hate
Always uneasy
An unopened gate
l need a woman
To crack this nut
I'm the nearly man
Singing but but but
A ****** I be sitting
On a unbuilt wall
Smiling happily
waiting .
May 2018 · 167
Oh dear
Mark Bell May 2018
All this rain we are having I brought myself  a gnu
It arrived at my door with out a paddle
I'm thinking what do I do now
so I went a brought brite red saddle.
My aunt died in the night I kept in a box
It got out somehow I flattened it with my sock.
I'm not very good at smelling,
But my pet bee can hum
I like whiting crappie ditties its
Fun fun fun fun fun.
Nurse nurse where are you
I do like to be beside the seaside.
Apr 2018 · 192
I'm cold and old
Mark Bell Apr 2018
I'm getting old,I'm always cold
Do I really want to die.
Bones are creaking
Mind is failing
I can see no reasons why.
They stuck me in a chair
To watch TV
Hope and despair collide
Oh **** I've had a heart attack
I've only gone and died.
I was old, no longer cold
ive gone to meet my maker
Of in a box to the village crem
With my mate thee undertaker.
Apr 2018 · 165
Seasons
Mark Bell Apr 2018
Thee enigma of stone
On our hallow land
The ****** snow shall coat,
Ptarmigan and the wise old owl
cuddling to stay afloat.
Hydra the nymph and the dragonfly
Warming their minds for spring
While The northern lights do a dance
And the nightingale begins to sing
Rays of the sun,summer has begun
hares and the bluebells do jive
Thee enigma of stone on our hallowed land
As everything seems to come alive.
Green turns to brown as the warm air fades
Thee onset of winter draws near
Ptarmigan and the wise old owl say **** not again.
Apr 2018 · 275
Three is better than two
Mark Bell Apr 2018
Three blind mice
One on dope
So thee other two shot him
Now they can't cope
A problem occurs
The end you cannot see
Two don't work its always
Better with three.
Rivers become seas
Without the banks and trees
I cannot cope when it's me me,
Three hands on a clock while it's telling time
Two little mices now swinging for their crime,
Troublesome
Apr 2018 · 190
Puddles
Mark Bell Apr 2018
Sitting down in puddles
Splashing in the rain
Eating cucumber sarnies
My actions are never plain.
Anything for a little titter
Anything for a little laugh
sitting here writing this ****
In a clown suit ,in my bath.
Comedian,chameleon
300 shades of red and green
Busted my gut trying to be funny
The surgeon removed my spleen.
Sitting down in puddles
With my sandwiches oh so wet
ten days straight in that clown suit
A little I began to fret.
Sweet days .
Feb 2018 · 188
Thoughts
Mark Bell Feb 2018
They come and go
These horrible thoughts,
Not staying long
Never to be caught.
The thought police
Are grabbing and pulling,
There I stand a rusty shilling.
Twisted mind a tortured soul
I swim around my begging bowl.
The Ravens peck at my open eyes
A nightmare in which I live
Sometimes I wish that I could cry
My head is an open sieve.
Feb 2018 · 230
It's all gobblykook to me
Mark Bell Feb 2018
Recorded my life on a postage stamp
I used a five inch brush
Once cycled up Mount Everest
Who cares
The Sherpa didn't know
How to change a wheel
So I retired and lived in Kent.
Frankly my dear I don't give a ****
David Bowie to the laughing gnome
Sit there on your uneaten mushroom
And i weave you a song on the loom
Album me up I'm just a lost sticker
Lights going twenty watts
I don't like cricket I love it
Head lock holiday
Feb 2018 · 208
Oh dear
Mark Bell Feb 2018
Dreaming of a loving encounter
My emotions burn ,
Acid rain pours
From a uncertain watering can
What do I do when I haven't a clue
I **** myself
Feb 2018 · 209
Dreaming of a day out
Mark Bell Feb 2018
Sweet little spots
on a Dalmatians coat,
The plimsol line
On a turquoise boat.
Jack in the box
With a turbo Spring
A door bell dancing
To its own ring ting.
Alone I am in a dull
Sound proof room,
Come to me nurse
With your razor sharp spoon
Oh I do like to be beside the seaside
Feb 2018 · 171
Thoughts betray us
Mark Bell Feb 2018
Thoughts that make me
May be right or wrong
Who is to judge ?
life to me is one mistake
A rotting egg.
Oh **** a gene pool of fools
An idiot without bucket.
I've won the lottery
One hundred million
who,s going to water the plants.
A ticking time bomb
Need to return to the womb
Life seems ridiculous
On the rope I do dangle.
Mark Bell Nov 2017
Do you remember the good old days
When syphlus and death ran wild
Do you remember the good old days
When diseases would take your child.
War and starvation,thousand million would die
There was never any good old days
Relentless misery that just made you cry.
Many Untold miseries all in a sinking boat
do you remember the good old days
When nobody could stay afloat
Nov 2017 · 211
Cannon fodder we were
Mark Bell Nov 2017
Time to die
Into the black
Going forward
No turning back

Shattered bones
Streams of red
we the sacrificed
We're blindly led

I had no religion
I had no flag
I had no poppies
In my body bag

Time to die
Into the black
No more going forward
I cannot turn back

Obituary in tutorials
Named on memorials
There's no glory in war
Just death.
Oct 2017 · 257
Another poppy poem
Mark Bell Oct 2017
Guns fell silent
On Poppy Day
Madness did die
Then buried away.
Twenty one year
Passed slow in time
Madness resurrected
Another humanity crime.
Nationalism racism
Reared its ugly head
Misguided information
Then people we're dead.
Guns fell silent
On Poppy Day
This madness in humans
Will never go away.
Does all this flag waving
Fill you with pride
Then the guns came to life
Then sanity died.
Oct 2017 · 211
Poppy Day is every day
Mark Bell Oct 2017
poppy day
Is every day
If your going
To remember the fallen

I have no flag
I have no religion
The past is the past
We did not learn

Oppressed by thee oppressor
Will you die for the poppy
I can't remember the dead
Let's have a poppy for the future
Mark Bell Oct 2017
**** off the tower of Pisa
Peed in the Norte dam,
Graffitied walls of the Vatican
I'm doing the best I can

whitewashed the wall in China
Painted the Kremlin blue
Melted down the Eiffel Tower
What was this ****** to do

Stole Big Ben from the tower
Kidnapped the good old queen
Run naked alround Westminster
Then painted Churchill yellow(sorry green).

Dyed the Thames so brightly red
Dyed the siene so yellow
bombed the statue of the Russian ******
he was one peculiar fellow

We planted onions seeds on hallowed turf
Because English football is tripe
Then mixed up a bit of tribal tension
Oh it felt so right

Stole a plane from Heathrow
Reshaped it into a  *****
flew it through Donald trumps mouth
It's on you tube have you seen us.


We gravelled the Stonehenge stones
Now no more Wiltshire road
Move Buckingham palace straight to Berlin
And Make Scotland a home for a toad

Constable did some countryside art
I painted the South Downs pink
I got arrested by local constables
Funny hat bloke with a stink

They gave me a job as a Lord
Where I met a queen ,
called quintetn crisp
He was the head of parliament
And spoke with a salt and vinegar lisp

We searched for human activity
On Both sides of the moon
found absolutely ****** all
Accept a live dog dating a raccoon

My last plan on my bucket list
Is to find this heaven or hell
I've had a disruptive life
troubled I know you can tell.
Oct 2017 · 187
Lucky ole me
Mark Bell Oct 2017
Sweet Marie
Girl of my dream
Sadistic *****
Classy obscene.
dream lover
Dressed to ****
Nymphomaniac
She loves to thrill.
Cyanide lips
To die for *******
*** on thee agenda
A daily fest.
I'm her medicine
Lucky ole me
I'm in her clutches
Never wanting to be free
Hey **
Oct 2017 · 178
Philosophy on life
Mark Bell Oct 2017
I'm an organism
In a big pile of ****
There's no golden ticket
So I get on with it
Institutions rotten
All To the core
Black or white
Oh it's such a bore
We eat
We ****
We breathe
We die
Under the sun
We shall all cry
Hey mr black man
Hey Mr white
We're all just germs
in a big pile of *****
Hey **
Oct 2017 · 169
Lips
Mark Bell Oct 2017
Lips of my woman
Rainbow colours
Sweet as the sun

Anybody no what day it is
Who is my lady of fun?

June or July
A Lovelly pair
women of virtue
I did not care

Help me nurse
Your tunic so white
Kiss me sweetheart
So I can sleep tonight
Oct 2017 · 181
Not good at this
Mark Bell Oct 2017
I don't understand poetry
I'm an uneducated ****
I'm a liar a story teller
But I'm no good at that
Words are misinterpretated
I'm lucky I could smell
**** all the grammar
You can never well tell
Oct 2017 · 203
Heartless bastard
Mark Bell Oct 2017
Sweet little buttercup
Nature will bite
A thought might abuse you
just not tonight.

Roses are red
Violets are blue
When nature bites
Who will care about you

Bluebells and cyanide
Razor blade wine
Horror of the thought
Your sun will not shine

Tulips and daffodils
Bloom in acid rain
Who will call
When your heart is in pain
Oct 2017 · 179
Fake or is it news
Mark Bell Oct 2017
Everything is black
But oh so jolly
Even made thee arc lady
Into a charred ice lolly.
Winnie the poo
Was a Russian spy
Everything so interesting
all truths are not lies.
Elvis still lives
On a red bus on the moon
all guns in America being
Banned quite soon.
living on Mars
As the ice age recedes
No more news please please please.
The church and the blue blood
Have run the masses by fear
news is news year after year
Who do we believe
The newscaster in straight jacket
Or the puppeteer
Whose killing who
With a bright pink smear.
We must all believe in the written word
The books tell stories it's all made up news.
Oct 2017 · 204
Sperm and a rotten egg
Mark Bell Oct 2017
A **** spy
A woman of joy
Lovers in war
I was their boy
Growing up
Twisted and wrong
for this earth
I did not belong
Running wild
Thee alpha male
From these shores
One had to sail
Crossed so many oceans
Crossed so many seas
Those fearsome waves
They believed in me
Reaching open land
Alpha and free
Running wild
This was right for me
To eat I could ****
This I understood
I needed the taste
Of nice warm blood
Animals and humans
We're being ate at my table
Cannibilistic me
So sociabally unstable
I was the hunter
Everything was prey
Those wolves in society
Will once win the day
Born a killer
From two twisted souls
Heart of a lion
Bitter and cold
everywhere I travelled
Pastures turned red
So I cut my throat now
On those plains I lay dead.
the wolves devoured me
They had,now had there day
The law of nature says its
The ******* way
Oct 2017 · 211
Another day in paradise
Mark Bell Oct 2017
Mornings always broken
Icicles form in flame
I'm doing the foxtrot
In razor blade rain.
Afternoon then arrives
Drugs have kicked in
All things being unequal
A symphony of din.
Darkness has fallen
Time will not rhyme
I'm waiting for midnight
With a six o'clock chime.
Mornings always broken
On a pillow of glass
Why doesn't the sun
Shine out of my ****?
Oct 2017 · 208
Who am i
Mark Bell Oct 2017
wheelhouse dark
emotionless freak
Floating in a storm
Everything is bleak.
Dancing with hell
In a bottomless pit
Wheelhouse dark
Covered in ****.
Friday morning
Never to be seen
My date with the maker
wheelhouse unclean.
Nice clean shirt
Pants and a belt
Everything bleak
This is how I felt
Rubber bullets
Bouncesd around my brain
Wheelhouse broken
I'm going insane.
Dancing with a swan
On a lake so black
Even thee eider
Doesn't paper the crack.
Who am I now the wheelhouse is dark
Ask the bench in a lonely park.
Sep 2017 · 167
Me me look at me
Mark Bell Sep 2017
Narcacistic fruit cake
Ingredients one ****** flaw
dancing to the tune of the mirror
While my Life is such a bore.
Mixing me with me me me
A fruit cake of wonderful taste
Dancing to the tune of one
While my  life is such a waste.
Mirror mirror on the wall
Why aren't you looking at I
This recipe for disaster
will make my whole life cry.
my name upon the masons stone
Read, here lays  Adonis me
they buried me with my
Golden mirror,for all of eternity
Sep 2017 · 198
Loneliness
Mark Bell Sep 2017
Loneliness is a cancer on hold
Both ******* will make you bald.
Loneliness is a living cremation
alone, shackled to burn
putting hell on a roundabout
Static with nowhere to turn.
loneliness is a kiss from a mirror
Forever a childless womb
never ever looking forward
It's an abyss a empty tomb.
On a cheery note
I can't upset anybody
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