Mark Heathcote

Silver Star - 3,771 Points [none] (22/03/66 / Manchester)

Mark Heathcote Poems

1. The Bride 8/21/2011
2. To Seed The Steps Of Heaven 8/21/2011
3. The Garden 8/21/2011
4. The Rose And The Bumble Bee… 8/21/2011
5. Pale White Beauty 8/21/2011
6. Candle-Wax-Sky 8/21/2011
7. The Lord Of Catchers-Can 8/21/2011
8. The Music Of One’s Love Is Deaf And Dumb 8/21/2011
9. Nicknames For Aislinn 8/21/2011
10. Divergent Rivers 8/21/2011
11. Schizophrenics 8/21/2011
12. That’s What They At The Asylum Now Say 8/24/2011
13. The Bell Of Knutsford’s Many Throng 8/24/2011
14. Little Bug… 8/24/2011
15. Hang Me A Door With Gables Bright! 8/24/2011
16. Language Is The Kingdom 8/24/2011
17. To Err Is Human ‘songstresses’. 2/3/2012
18. Flightless Angels Shall Fervently Stare 2/3/2012
19. Once They Spall-Sparkled Like Foxglove! 2/3/2012
20. The Night Runs In Fear Of The Dreamer 2/3/2012
21. The Oohs And Oh’s... Of A Winter Rose 2/3/2012
22. Even The Cuckoo Has To Find Its Layer... 2/3/2012
23. No Louder Than The Snoring Tigers Lolling Tongue! 2/3/2012
24. Haiku 2/3/2012
25. Cemetery Walks… 2/3/2012
26. Love Kept Her For A Teacup 2/3/2012
27. Lord My Love Don’t You Know…? 2/3/2012
28. Minted And Crowned 2/3/2012
29. Where The Moonlight And I Repine 2/3/2012
30. Harvey’s: Lullaby… 2/3/2012
31. The Path Of A Six Year Old Believer! 2/3/2012
32. The Truth About Ruth… 2/3/2012
33. What Was She Doing, There? 2/3/2012
34. As A Cloud Seated To Envelope A Mountain 2/16/2012
35. Silk Road 2/16/2012
36. Heavens Torment 2/16/2012
37. Through All Our Unending Time 2/16/2012
38. In These Cormorant Hours 2/16/2012
39. The Greyer The Storm Light Folds 2/16/2012
40. Till The Dawn-Light; Ember Lilts 2/16/2012
Best Poem of Mark Heathcote

River Street Urchins

River street urchins,
The gutters are swelling.
[Waiting…] for the sky—you and I
To reach—the storm drains of joy.
Before we go…
Before we let, go.
We too will rain…

River street urchins,
Before we go…
Before we let, go.
We too will rain…
River street urchins…

Paupers oh, so giving, don't you know.
We'll queue in the streets
And pray to be free!
Till we go…
Before we let, go.
We too will rain…
On every official bank holiday parade:

Till we're free, till we're free
Till we're free, till we're free
Till we're ...

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The Garden

The garden is a living cell
A Monet' of colour
and still reflection!

Its life is onwards moving…
But still like the sun
forever in dusk or dawn:

A theatre of hearts

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