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289 · Jun 2017
Being untied
Mark Bell Jun 2017
Truths you can't live with
Blame me it's so easy to do
Cheating,slanderous lies
It's always you you you.
Slowly I'm untangling your  hold
Starting to see behind ones mask
so I'm looking forward to the future
To be a beer without a cask.
It's going to wreck my emotions
Play havoc with all my thoughts
As the noose slackens around my neck
My smiles gets bigger of sorts.
I'm going to dance the boulevard
Run naked through the corn
Releasing me from your iron grip
Means I can slowly be reborn
You broke my heart through away the key
But now I've made new locks
Sitting on the quays of life
Waiting for a sweet ship to dock.
288 · Apr 2017
Believe in me
Mark Bell Apr 2017
Cycled my cycle
In the continuum of space
Walked the line
With one boot and a lace
Swam five oceans
Sailed the seven seas
Never found someone who believed in me
I danced,and played golf upon the moon
Had *** with Munro and came to soon
I turned myself inside out
So I could set myself free
It's getting harder to believe in me.
I played football 1,001 leagues under the sea
Sat with Jesus, Adolph ****** we had a *** of tea
I surfed seven planets and thee astral plain
Danced naked with Madonna in a shower of pink rain
I do not know when I shall be ever  be free
Because It's only me and my straight jacket
who really believes in me.
288 · May 2017
Naughty but nice
Mark Bell May 2017
Roses on my piano
Play me a song
Tulips on my *****
I'm in heaven
280 · Apr 2017
Battled mental soldier
Mark Bell Apr 2017
Mornings are always broken
It's raining  razor blades again
Cotton wool bombs live in my head
Mornings are dead just dead.
Mornings rear there ugly heads
Crows have eaten my eyes
Imagination is all I have
My body just tells me lies.
Mornings cry cocooned in my mind
Broken morn,when you are blind
Would it have been better to rest in peace
Than suffer as I do in a worn out fleece.
Weary of the razor blades
And bombs of cotton wool
Raging insanity of a barbwired bull
Please let me curl up and slowly die
My mornings are pergatory and the sun Shall not cry
278 · Nov 2018
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
275 · Apr 2018
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
Mark Bell Apr 2017
Hi I do not know ,what I should like
So it's hard for me to review
So when someone asks to
Like there work,I haven't got a clue
See I'm a narcissistic psychopath
Think of that as you wish
I can not comment on this I'm like water
Without a fish
I like to write a stories fact or story telling lies
Nothing seems real in my life
I just have to wonder why
268 · Apr 2017
Confused murder.com
Mark Bell Apr 2017
Door opened in she fell
With a bloodied face
I knew she wasn't well.
This lovely lady who
Oozed such charm,
Who was the person
Who could do her harm.
Why had this lady
Rang my bell,
Did she have something she wanted to tell.
Who was this woman who
Had entered my life,
Being confused I think I might
Have murdered my wife.
265 · Apr 2017
Danglers
Mark Bell Apr 2017
I do a lot of hanging.
It seems to creep
through my veins.
Cold chill will eat my fibres
I get fed up when it rains.
Love it when the sun do's shine
The hanging can start again.
Oh dear there goes the danglers
It must be the April rain.
Summer,winter,Autumn, Spring
Stuck between poles of rust
Life as a washing line
why is  hanging so unjust?
264 · Jun 2017
I live in the park
Mark Bell Jun 2017
Lovelly ladies
Walking by
Aroma of
Scented skin
Images of beauty
Warms me within
Children playing
Having fun
***** been
Kicked around
It's Lovelly
In the morning sun
as the birds
Make musical sound
Bikes go by
Shoes are worn
Wild life in
Tranquil splendour
People picnic on the grass
Such diversity and gender
Weather changes
Time to time
Silence befalls
The park
After every beautiful day
This bench will
Endure the dark
264 · May 2017
Avenging types
Mark Bell May 2017
Three blind mice
Killers on the loose
1st on their bucket list
Is old mother goose
mother goose double crossed them
Stole their share of the swag
Now it was retribution time
To take down the low life hag
2nd on their bucket list
Is bad boy Father Time
He took out the 4th blind mice
He must now pay for that crime
Kneecapping wasn't good enough
Bullet to the head to quick
So those three blind mice took to him
And Pummelled him with a stick.
3rd on their list was the lady they call old mother freeze
She tried to starve them out, she pinched their tasty cheese
headquarters the mice found was one giant smell shoe
so they hatched a scheme to take out her motley crew
The scheme a bit shabby and all together pretty vague
What happened next ? They had started the ****** plague
Killers on the loose going some what over the top
So Next they started a fire in a bakers shop
See 4th On the list was this **** riddled city
They tried to get rid of us by making it rather pretty
These three blind mice were just plain called ***** rats
Next on the agenda were all ginger pesky cats
257 · Apr 2017
In a picture of you
Mark Bell Apr 2017
Memories
A photograph
A picture of you.
Made me laugh
Made me cry
Wonderful times
Me and you.
Danced all night
Were never blue
Elegantly dressed
Memories of you.
Lips so sweet,apple red
A figure to adore
Then you had heart failure
Hitting your head against the floor
My heart was truly broken
All washed out lost at sea
This picture brings back memories
Of sweet little you and me.
257 · Oct 2017
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.
257 · Apr 2017
House on Apple hill
Mark Bell Apr 2017
Haunted house situated on Apple hill
Evil lived there as time stood still
Spirits would play ghouls would ****
In that haunted house on Apple hill
Was I brave or foolish,I had to go
So I went to visit this horror show
I rang the doorbell of this haunted house
It screamed like a lion roared on by a mouse
Hinges creaked the door opened wide
Taking a deep breathe I strode inside
Ghostly appirations flew all over the room
Showing no fear.knowing my appending doom
Noise was deafening,the screams did thrill
In that haunted house on Apple hill.
Sitting down in an old dusty chair
Near a fire of bones,I just didn't care
A demon appeared and sat down beside
Said he was the spirit of Doctor jeckyll and Hyde
Please I said you will not frighten me
Be a good fellow a make me some tea
The demon roared with laughter and howled if in pain
Then asked me if I was brave or ****** insane
I replied I need some thrills I need some fun
Then he blew my brains out with his gun
I liked this house on Apple hill
Where time stood stood still now my turn to ****
Could you be the next visitor to visit this place
So I can be chilling so thrilling by eating your face.
256 · May 2017
Bad bad streets
Mark Bell May 2017
Machine gun streets
Bullet ridden city,
Homicides a plenty
prostitutes are looking pretty.

Drive by killers
Revenge attacks,
Gangsters being unruly
All Dressed in black.

blood stained sidewalks
Wailing of siren,flash
Drugs doing business
Hands changing cash

Robbing off the thief
Buying of the corrupt
Judges commiting perjury
As these streets slowly erupts
251 · Apr 2017
Dream lover
Mark Bell Apr 2017
Look at me I'm Walter Mitty
Smartly dressed looking pretty
Dreaming dreams,dreams of love
Can I dance with you

Smartly dressed looking pretty
Hello beautiful I'm Walter Mitty
Dreaming of love,dreaming of you
Can I pinch a kiss

Kissing you,a lady with style
Kissing ones red ruby lips
Walter Is still day dreaming
Or has He just docked his ship

Hello everybody,Walter Mitty has found a lover
Plastered it all over face book,Twitter and all the other
Still he went on dreaming,still dreaming everyday
Now he's with his woman and both can dream away
251 · May 2017
Going viral
Mark Bell May 2017
Poetry virus
As you read it kills
deleting your poetry
As virus free wheels.
Home page vanishing
Into binary abyss
click the save button
And All will go amiss,
This virus effects and
Will **** all your odes,
Send me loads of money
To break the codes.
po box four seven three
overseas bank account
Its all a scam to me
245 · Apr 2017
Witch
Mark Bell Apr 2017
Sixpence piece fell from her purse,
I picked it up this started the curse.
Electric eyes bewitching me,this I could not ignore
Barbed wire snaked tongue,lips so red I shall adore
Cursed for eternity to walk among her dead
This to was my curse for taking her to bed.
The joy was all hers, love for her were my pains
Locked by her darkish side by flesh eating chains.
My heart been ripped out,she has tasted my blood
That coin still in pocket all emotions were in a flood
How was I ever to be set free from her curse
Would it be to easy,by putting death into reverse
Don't be so silly I say it's all fantastically absurd
Shall I be with her for eternity I'll take a rain check
On being cured.
241 · May 2017
Sweet mona
Mark Bell May 2017
Mona Lisa
Eyeball pleaser
My lady of the lake
Kissing your lips
Touching  your ****
I'll even bake you a cake.
Squeeze of lemon
Some orange peel
eyeball ingredience
To make me feel real.
sweet mona sweet mona
A frozen file
open up and blossom
Please Stay awhile,
Still dreaming of my Mona Lisa
Elegant chic one eyeball pleaser,
Walk down the high street
All heads would turn
But stuck in that frame
I shall always yearn
239 · Jun 2017
Sweet Lilly
Mark Bell Jun 2017
My spirit is dancing
Among the stars
My body has been cremated
So I wrote an e mail to God
To see if I could be reinstated
Life I wanted another go
I wanted to sing and dance
Experience a bit of danger
And Take a little chance,
Maybe find a sweet lover
Kiss my father and my mother,
First chance of life never favoured me
see I'm Lilly I died when I was three,
God must have read my e mail
I've just been reinstated
I don't no how one did it
Seen I had been cremated ,
What a surprise to see my brother
Kissed my sister, cuddled my mother
Father smiled and held my hand
and said nice to see your back with the band
Family life was good for me
Did a bit of fishing in the sea
Danced to music read lots of books
A happy life even learnt how to cook
Walked the woods with mum and me sister
Grazed me knees and accepted me blisters
Even grew up and had many children to hold
I'm living in this story it needs to be told
Thank you God for reinstating me
My five children send their love
Now it's time for me to go
And join the stars above .
239 · May 2017
Night out
Mark Bell May 2017
Public house
Sweet glass of cider
Beautiful lady
I sat beside her,
Said our hello's
Lips were kissed
conversed awhile
Then we got ******.
*** hours later
Six on our minds
Wobbling along to
Home it we cannot find,
Pavement sitting
Alcohol fuelled night
Soiled me underwear
Sweet.
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
237 · Jun 2017
My shed
Mark Bell Jun 2017
All the dead live in my shed
It's heaven
All the dead live in my shed
It's hell.
There is always a light on
But I'm not at home
With all the dead I'm never alone.
They taught me wisdom
But never been wise
They tell me never to hate
As your heart slowly dies
We are all statistics whom
Wind up dead
Then please come to, to live in my shed
234 · May 2017
Boy wonder
Mark Bell May 2017
Spy in the white house
Russia's holding the coop
Trump and the Marxists
Headlining the duck soup.
its now called the red house
America has been *******
Now for the night of the long knives
We're thee opposition get bumped,
Blonde boy wonder trumping American Dreams
Red stars on the flag as daft as it seams
234 · Mar 2021
Just a thought
Mark Bell Mar 2021
Mothers fathers sons and daughters
These trade wars will end in mindless ..slaughter
History as told us about capital gain
On poor old humanity acid will rain.

The bankers are blinded on pure greed
Amazon and apple just plant the seed
The carrot is dangled. Humans  believe
This is where governments play and deceive.

Snowflakes are on there mobile phones
Make up girls in bedrooms all alone
Trying to live not knowing nature is blood
But in reality we are all lost,  and  misunderstood .

Mass migration the whole world is a disease
Global climate we need a good freeze
Viruses thrive when humanity is weak
I think the framework of humanity is starting to creak.
232 · Apr 2017
3 haiku
Mark Bell Apr 2017
Enigma of stone
Meadow pipits August sun
Cider with Rosie


Fallow deer bracken
Nibbled lawns spasmodic jerks
Refreshing pale ale

Smiling faces cool
Winners take the glories compete
Celebration drink
231 · May 2017
Need a little shove
Mark Bell May 2017
Talons crushing
Unstable thoughts,
Synapses and Demons
make love,
Looking into dark abyss
Needing a little shove.
Tight rope walking
Between two lobes
Holding acid pole
waltzing with unstable thoughts
burns thee inner soul
231 · Aug 2018
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
231 · Apr 2017
Been kissed
Mark Bell Apr 2017
For along time lips I have not kissed
A sensation  I haven't enjoyed
My emotions went a bit haywire
Electricity  was well employed
When lips met  its like cyanide rain
All locked up in imaginative gain
The taste of lips is like commercial  suicide
Take the haw and the ******* take Them for a ride.
I'm not saying the taste is  in the lips
Sure it is .im sure it is
230 · Feb 2018
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
229 · Apr 2017
First kiss
Mark Bell Apr 2017
Love is a tidal wave of emotion,
A symphony of smile
Cocooned in harmony
Please can you stay a short while
Flowers blossoming in the midday sun,
To a crescendo of smell
All Wrapped up in cotton wool
Besotted I can tell
Swimming in delirium
Swimming in total bliss
Waiting with the tingles
To receive that first sweet kiss
Giving and receiving
Prose and the right text
Love will last at least to tomorrow
All depends on what you do next.
227 · Nov 2018
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.
226 · May 2017
Bit dim
Mark Bell May 2017
I'm twenty watts
A little bit dim,
Intelligent not I
It's not all grim.
Grey cells,little weak
talk in riddles
Tongue in cheek
Twenty watts a little dim
Ten watts for me
Eleven watts for him
225 · Apr 2017
Day off sick
Mark Bell Apr 2017
Mother with an empty chair
It's a hazard,a side affect of war
Father with an empty chair
Asking what was it all for
Fighting for freedom
Fighting for political gain
Fighting for anything is
Going to cause somebody pain
Especially for the suicide bomber
Asking for a day of sick
Just to become a broken wall
Now missing a lot of brick
Mother with an empty chair
At home left with just despair
Pictures, framed photographs
Do governments really care.
224 · Apr 2017
One needs the other
Mark Bell Apr 2017
Bibliophiles have there libraries
***** feeders have there dens
Vincent had his paint brushes
while authors feed their pens
Churches have there story tellers
To them it's about good and bad
Asylums holding straight jackets
For people who are totally mad
The armies train people to ****
politicians yearn to become a Lord
Tower of London has it guards
My chess set has lost its board.
Doctor Jekyll  needed mr Hyde
While ice  bergs feel the cold
My poor old grandad needed a wig
Cause he was completly bald
223 · Apr 2017
Alive and kicking
Mark Bell Apr 2017
Skin me alive with a wooden spoon
Pour acid into my open wounds
Hang me upside down in the midday sun
Pistol whip me, make it not fun.
Roast my insides on a turning spit
I'm still smiling I don't give a s..t
Take my morphine away,I will writhe in pain
Chewing twenty razor blades,am I totally sane.
It's just the same old s..t but another grey old day
My world is still spinning,and I'm still in open play.
Alive and kicking,the big sleep you are surely dead
In life you must taste and burn or your blood don't
Flow red.
222 · Jun 2017
After care
Mark Bell Jun 2017
I loved life
Life didn't love me
Now I'm dead
I'm totally free,
My mangled shell
Has now been cremated
I'm of in to spirit world
Hope I can get dated.
My first little pleasure
Will Be to dance to a tune
run around naked and
Pop all the balloons.
I sway with the bluebells
On the forest floor
I'm an eagle on the wing
Just Watch me soar
Spirit world,I've found new love
Thank you God and the stars above
222 · Jun 2017
Blind I'm not
Mark Bell Jun 2017
Mine eyes are blind
But I can see
I carry my imagination
Around with me
222 · May 2017
Tombstone walking
Mark Bell May 2017
Walking among tombstones
Being at home with the dead
Living with footsteps that leave no tread
Smell of the corpse,the odour of hell
Come and join me,have no story to tell.
we can drink some wine entwine as one
Walking among tombstones can be so much fun
Read my name, read thee epitaph
On the road to hell it could be a laugh
Living with footsteps that make no sound
To walk with me ,you must enter the ground
Mark Bell Apr 2017
Riding along on a nuclear bomb
Americans ,Koreans sabre
Rattling a song
Who's afraid of the big bad wolf
Who's afraid of the big bad wolf
Can we all live on a island in the sun
Death to humanity as it really begun
The raging lion black petals fall
Come on mr trump you have to call
221 · May 2017
Spinning the world a lie
Mark Bell May 2017
How do you spin
The whole world a yarn
Just tell them  a  blatant lie
Who really gives a ****
When you no your gonna die.
I love you, you love me
Best yarn ever told,
people have danced to many a tune
While the pack monkey
Will not break the mould
221 · Apr 2017
3 Haiku
Mark Bell Apr 2017
A dik dik dik dik
Jumping a ha ha ha ha
Ornamental garden

Mosses lichen green
Acid colours hallowed
Awakening sky

Bonsai Japanese
Tiny small wood shrubbery
Seventeen potted
221 · Apr 2017
Hope and despair
Mark Bell Apr 2017
Vincent was a painter of note
White van man,white suited overcoat
William a writer of fantastic plays
Lived in a hamlet where he spent his days
Starry nights,clouds and that perspective chair
Vincent my friend he lived in despair.
Romeo and Juliet were a fine pair of lovers
Did he write these plays or were they just covers
The bard of the boards with his life he could cope
Day to day this writer ,lived with so much hope
Painter ,a genius such a life with much fear
What ever happened to his infamous ear
Paintings and writings,from Vincent and Bill
One with a brush the other with quill
With lots of hope and litte despair
They left such treasures for us,so we can share.
221 · Jun 2017
Problematic
Mark Bell Jun 2017
I **** you
You **** me
Let's hold hands together
You **** me
I **** you
It doesn't solve whatever

Me being dead
You being dead
Let's be dead together
You being dead
Me being dead
Hasn't solved whatever

Hindsight in what's been done
It wasn't all that clever
Better to have held hands
And tried to solve whatever
218 · Jun 2017
Voting day
Mark Bell Jun 2017
Politicians born and bred
Manifesto
Easily lead.
The power is in the money
The dollar or the yen
Waltzing with mien kampf
We don't let that happen again.
manipulating the faithful
Singing them a welcome tune
I'm not voting for anyone
I'm sensible a ******* loon
218 · Oct 2018
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.
217 · Apr 2017
Inner me
Mark Bell Apr 2017
I am a discarded metal tin
Rolling down the road
My substance has deserted me
my passport my barcode
All that's left is my outer shell
My metal overcoat
Soaked up all lifes miseries
Just to stay afloat
A kindly breeze helps me on my way
A kick from a friendly foot
Travelling on life's highway
Trying to be understood
216 · May 2017
Stabbed in the back
Mark Bell May 2017
Storms arising
Sky so black
Daggers sharp
Bloodied back

Clouds so red
Rivers ran dry
daggers so sharp
Double cross why

Broke my heart
Lies so deep
Daggers so sharp
I shall not weep

Head like a ******
Now I must turn
I tasted you
Now I must burn
213 · Jun 2017
Chance
Mark Bell Jun 2017
Just Popped out to buy a paper
Returning so happy four days later
Met a lady in the street
Very beautiful,very petite.
we hugged,we talked
We sang we walked
Four days and nights we lived
For each other
Just by chance I had met
My mother
213 · Jun 2017
Noisy neighbours
Mark Bell Jun 2017
All the dead live in my shed
Overcrowded yes it is
All the dead live in my shed
Smelly yes it is
All the dead live in my shed
Diversity yes there is
All the dead live in my shed
Noisy no it's not
Because if it was somebody
Would have complained
By now
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