Mark Heathcote

Gold Star - 12,571 Points [none] (22/03/66 / Manchester)

Mark Heathcote Poems

1. "Baby Talk&Quot; 8/27/2014
2. “uncertainty” 7/13/2013
3. 20 Meters From The River Bollin 11/25/2014
4. A Backwards Look In The Mirror 6/21/2012
5. A Beggar’s Bowl Bonanza 11/1/2013
6. A Better Focus In The Wind Tonight 9/28/2013
7. A Bitter Froth Travels On A Night Wave 1/7/2014
8. A Blind Man Sayeth To A Shrew -new- 1/25/2016
9. A Boorish Few 11/16/2015
10. A Bout Of Bronchitis! 7/8/2013
11. A Bridge Of Joy 6/5/2012
12. A Brooch Of Butterflies 10/16/2013
13. A Bullet Or A Rocking Chair 11/15/2013
14. A Candle Flame 6/30/2013
15. A Candle Flames Tapper 8/18/2013
16. A Child’s Inner Snow Angel 10/31/2015
17. A Child’s Leverage 2/14/2014
18. A Childless Woman -new- 1/27/2016
19. A Cold Validation 9/11/2014
20. A Common Brother 11/25/2012
21. A Copious Amount Of Love 10/5/2013
22. A Cup Half Full 1/14/2016
23. A Distant Kind Of Love 11/25/2012
24. A Dripping Faucet Tap 5/10/2013
25. A Father’s Love For A Teenage Son 5/9/2013
26. A Fever Burns 10/1/2013
27. A Filigree Of Gold: 2/16/2012
28. A Fish Out Of Water 6/30/2013
29. A Flower Cut From Desire 7/17/2012
30. A Garden Never Ploughed 7/7/2013
31. A Gathering In The Distance 10/12/2015
32. A Gentleman’s Question 9/17/2015
33. A Grand Old Dame 9/11/2015
34. A Gypsum Salt Mine Fills Marys Eyes 6/5/2013
35. A Hall Of Mirrors... 2/16/2012
36. A Heaven Seen From Heaven 10/17/2015
37. A Hermit Crab 3/7/2013
38. A Hoedown Love 4/18/2013
39. A Hornet On The Wing 9/8/2014
40. A Host Of Angels Sing! 6/6/2013
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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Pale White Beauty

Soft as the moonlight, glinting
Through a veil of silken snow
Your pale white beauty, maudlin?
My hearts beat speaking in overflow…
You with your dark hair roving?
Oh ivory shouldered, queen
There where the barn owl, sleeping?
So quietly calm and serene
There where the raven is feeding?

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