10,000 Poems

By Mike Bell

This is my daily writing ritual. It started on the 5th of November 2015. It is a 30-plus year experiment to see if writing a poem a day, my ongoing commitment, can contribute to maintaining mental ski... more

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The podcast currently has 62 episodes available.

10,000 Poems episodes:

May 16, 2020 Devices & Desires.mp3
Devices & Desires
.. we fail to realise how unnecessary
many things are
Seneca - Letters from a Stoic
I may forbear fingering magalogs
of wants-not-needs - buying hope
on our poking 'phones of popping
offerings/ Mutterings are greedily
overheard by AI [I'm replacing our
barbecue - a B&Q ad appears - its
pop-up perturbs us whilst we view
Love Island's insta-brigues]/ I can
navel-gaze all day/ I am a shoddy
commodity [mine not so desirable
unless re-figured by an airbrush in
Photoshop's too-mendacious bag]
My weight drops off when I bezzle
less - mathematics of fact - Money
don't grow on trees - Mum's mantra
from 1982 - Use of public transport
a sign of failure - Margaret's lie/ My
first kiss was so cheap [still - it sits
on my tongue - that sort a' buss - it
was false] Cash was a way to sex -
porn - not free-to-use [shame rarely
fell away] & kisses ad-libbed - atop
bus #72 - impurity among us teens
[on snogged trips to better shops -
one after another] & invigorated by
a weekend of expectation - parties
& bars - fingerings & fumbles - fags
& drugs - waking up numbed & lost
in off-girl sweat in unknown rooms/
Street signs guided me back home
with my thirst - but not desiring my
night's before/ Shops locked up for
one day of rest - unless you craved
tobacco or red top headlines - such
days - could we survive them now -
in this miniaturised world of want?
Parcels fall through front doors & a
momentary high of fresh unboxing -
an art for product-placed vloggers/
Hopes are unwrapped & set buzzin'
[a buy-it-now drug]/ China will fulfill
endless shite - 'til we gripe - sucked
off & broke/ Kick me back to '86 - to
those top decks of tongues & tits - I
lived a simple life without Byzantine
choices to tug my eye/ My return to
nothing much to do would follow my
shutting off purchasing in my palm/
It draws on us - until we are drained/
Perfect knowledge? Let it discharge
...more
3min
May 16, 2020 Devices & Desires.mp3
Devices & Desires
.. we fail to realise how unnecessary
many things are
Seneca - Letters from a Stoic
I may forbear fingering magalogs
of wants-not-needs - buying hope
on our poking 'phones of popping
offerings/ Mutterings are greedily
overheard by AI [I'm replacing our
barbecue - a B&Q ad appears - its
pop-up perturbs us whilst we view
Love Island's insta-brigues]/ I can
navel-gaze all day/ I am a shoddy
commodity [mine not so desirable
unless re-figured by an airbrush in
Photoshop's too-mendacious bag]
My weight drops off when I bezzle
less - mathematics of fact - Money
don't grow on trees - Mum's mantra
from 1982 - Use of public transport
a sign of failure - Margaret's lie/ My
first kiss was so cheap [still - it sits
on my tongue - that sort a' buss - it
was false] Cash was a way to sex -
porn - not free-to-use [shame rarely
fell away] & kisses ad-libbed - atop
bus #72 - impurity among us teens
[on snogged trips to better shops -
one after another] & invigorated by
a weekend of expectation - parties
& bars - fingerings & fumbles - fags
& drugs - waking up numbed & lost
in off-girl sweat in unknown rooms/
Street signs guided me back home
with my thirst - but not desiring my
night's before/ Shops locked up for
one day of rest - unless you craved
tobacco or red top headlines - such
days - could we survive them now -
in this miniaturised world of want?
Parcels fall through front doors & a
momentary high of fresh unboxing -
an art for product-placed vloggers/
Hopes are unwrapped & set buzzin'
[a buy-it-now drug]/ China will fulfill
endless shite - 'til we gripe - sucked
off & broke/ Kick me back to '86 - to
those top decks of tongues & tits - I
lived a simple life without Byzantine
choices to tug my eye/ My return to
nothing much to do would follow my
shutting off purchasing in my palm/
It draws on us - until we are drained/
Perfect knowledge? Let it discharge
...more
3min
April 30, 2020 Phone Only
Poem by Mike Bell
Phone Only
For S.L.
My braiding-into-shuddering swirls
off your words - my reddened eyes
rub to wetness - sweat - squeezing
& grabs - your scuttled sofa inches
across your tenebrous room - mine
scrapes to make underlinings/ Our
roles - story writer & finer artist - in
spoken minutes of type & hatching
[by my swift stylus & your staining]
So we couple [no apparent contact
sitting x-miles asunder - forming a
coupled hollow mould by whisking
our word-dipped tongues across a
twin heave of breath - 'til we come]
& then to morning's reunion in light
when my recall sharpens - not soft
markings but laid words & artwork
heavy enough to leave love's scars
https://mikebellpoems.com/phone-only/
...more
2min
April 30, 2020 Phone Only
Poem by Mike Bell
Phone Only
For S.L.
My braiding-into-shuddering swirls
off your words - my reddened eyes
rub to wetness - sweat - squeezing
& grabs - your scuttled sofa inches
across your tenebrous room - mine
scrapes to make underlinings/ Our
roles - story writer & finer artist - in
spoken minutes of type & hatching
[by my swift stylus & your staining]
So we couple [no apparent contact
sitting x-miles asunder - forming a
coupled hollow mould by whisking
our word-dipped tongues across a
twin heave of breath - 'til we come]
& then to morning's reunion in light
when my recall sharpens - not soft
markings but laid words & artwork
heavy enough to leave love's scars
https://mikebellpoems.com/phone-only/
...more
2min
April 14, 2020 Phone Only
Phone Only
For S.L.
A lost braiding-into-shudder comes
off your words - my reddened eyes
rub to wetness - sweat - squeezing
& grabs - your scuttled sofa inches
across your tenebrous room - mine
scrapes to make underlinings/ Our
roles - story writing & fine artist - in
spoken minutes of type & hatching
[by my swift stylus & your staining]
So we couple [no apparent contact
sitting x-miles asunder - forming a
[hollowed] body mould by whisking
our word-dipped tongues across a
twin heave of breath - 'til we come]
& then to morning's reunion in light
when my recall sharpens - not soft
markings but laid words & artwork
heavy enough to leave love's scars
...more
2min
April 14, 2020 Phone Only
Phone Only
For S.L.
A lost braiding-into-shudder comes
off your words - my reddened eyes
rub to wetness - sweat - squeezing
& grabs - your scuttled sofa inches
across your tenebrous room - mine
scrapes to make underlinings/ Our
roles - story writing & fine artist - in
spoken minutes of type & hatching
[by my swift stylus & your staining]
So we couple [no apparent contact
sitting x-miles asunder - forming a
[hollowed] body mould by whisking
our word-dipped tongues across a
twin heave of breath - 'til we come]
& then to morning's reunion in light
when my recall sharpens - not soft
markings but laid words & artwork
heavy enough to leave love's scars
...more
2min
January 16, 2019 THE AMBER LIGHT
The Amber Light
by M.A. Bell
I was caught staring at the amber light -
the pause - the stop - the pushed brake
before the collision - before the crush
of border patrols upon the quick-shift
of dream-skinned people in frail boats -
none suited to such a rolling exodus -
all ferried by the free-traders of prayers -
they place a high price on such reveries
And now I can feel the white-grinding
of ice masses - of quickened melts -
of glaciers' hurried abrasions on hills -
that accelerated ablation of fixtures
We will become the low-down migrants
without any possessions - of land or time -
as the seas rise to match the price-per-head
of our negligence - then my children will cry
and they will look at me - my poor pledges -
and try not to believe that I too plundered -
that their mother stole - the last lit chances -
to stop the incited rise of sea levels and lies
...more
2min
January 16, 2019 THE AMBER LIGHT
The Amber Light
by M.A. Bell
I was caught staring at the amber light -
the pause - the stop - the pushed brake
before the collision - before the crush
of border patrols upon the quick-shift
of dream-skinned people in frail boats -
none suited to such a rolling exodus -
all ferried by the free-traders of prayers -
they place a high price on such reveries
And now I can feel the white-grinding
of ice masses - of quickened melts -
of glaciers' hurried abrasions on hills -
that accelerated ablation of fixtures
We will become the low-down migrants
without any possessions - of land or time -
as the seas rise to match the price-per-head
of our negligence - then my children will cry
and they will look at me - my poor pledges -
and try not to believe that I too plundered -
that their mother stole - the last lit chances -
to stop the incited rise of sea levels and lies
...more
2min
October 25, 2018 Concupiscence
Concupiscence by Mike Bell
...more
1min
October 25, 2018 Concupiscence
Concupiscence by Mike Bell
...more
1min

FAQs about 10,000 Poems:

How many episodes does 10,000 Poems have?

The podcast currently has 62 episodes available.