Paul Bell : Writing

Hanging On.

Hanging On.

A Poem by Paul Bell


I called you on the phoneBut you were dead and all aloneDid you see my nameAre you playing a gameDon’t keep me hanging onI called you on the pho..
Mere Mortal.

Mere Mortal.

A Poem by Paul Bell


Ah, Timothy dear friendDid she steal your heartCut you with those razor eyes of beautyBreak you in twoYou’re just a man, mere mortalNever in thi..
The Last Dance

The Last Dance

A Poem by Paul Bell


She dances the danceThe last danceFor all the lost soulsLeft behindShe dances the danceThe last danceFor all the forgotten daysLeft behindShe dances t..
Paranoia

Paranoia

A Poem by Paul Bell


There’s a woman on the phone who says she’s pregnant, explanation.Well, in simple terms, the man has to impregnate the woman, this may tak..
Body Count

Body Count

A Poem by Paul Bell


You’ve got to make the body fit the boxDon’t cheat, don’t lose the shoes and socksNo point killing six foot JoeIf five feet ten is t..
The Fetish

The Fetish

A Poem by Paul Bell


When I said to you I would like to try a new position, What do you think I meant.A new bar.When was the last time we had sex.My birthday.No.Your birth..
Special One

Special One

A Poem by Paul Bell


The first mile is toughThe last mile is the toughestI liked the way she played with her hairLiked her smileShe had a calming effect on meThe in betwee..
Missing

Missing

A Poem by Paul Bell


Every day someone just pops out and never returnsIt was out of characterSomething must have happenedShe left the keys in the ignition, her mobile on t..
Sexy in black

Sexy in black

A Poem by Paul Bell


Sexy in blackSexy in blueDoesn’t want to talkDoesn’t want your heartWants you for the dayWants you for the nightJust not tomorrowThen you&..
The Split

The Split

A Poem by Paul Bell


So, can you afford this place by yourself?Yeah, I did the maths.Okay, I’ll take the washing machine, you take the couches.You kidding, the washi..