Mark Heathcote

Gold Star - 4,729 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 Bout Of Bronchitis! 7/8/2013
9. A Bridge Of Joy 6/5/2012
10. A Brooch Of Butterflies 10/16/2013
11. A Bullet Or A Rocking Chair 11/15/2013
12. A Candle Flame 6/30/2013
13. A Candle Flames Tapper 8/18/2013
14. A Child’s Leverage 2/14/2014
15. A Cold Validation 9/11/2014
16. A Common Brother 11/25/2012
17. A Copious Amount Of Love 10/5/2013
18. A Distant Kind Of Love 11/25/2012
19. A Dripping Faucet Tap 5/10/2013
20. A Father’s Love For A Teenage Son 5/9/2013
21. A Fever Burns 10/1/2013
22. A Filigree Of Gold: 2/16/2012
23. A Fish Out Of Water 6/30/2013
24. A Flower Cut From Desire 7/17/2012
25. A Garden Never Ploughed 7/7/2013
26. A Gypsum Salt Mine Fills Marys Eyes 6/5/2013
27. A Hall Of Mirrors... 2/16/2012
28. A Hermit Crab 3/7/2013
29. A Hoedown Love 4/18/2013
30. A Hornet On The Wing 9/8/2014
31. A Host Of Angels Sing! 6/6/2013
32. A Joy If Heaven Is Perpetual Bright! 11/25/2012
33. A King's Reward 8/4/2014
34. A Kiss That Says I Still Love You 7/15/2013
35. A Letter Of Content 11/2/2014
36. A Losing Hand Of Poker 7/24/2012
37. A Love Slave's Shanty To A Goddess... 2/16/2012
38. A Lover's Vow To Spring 11/25/2012
39. A Medusa's Calling… 9/21/2012
40. A Moment Of Truth 8/27/2014
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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Pellucid blue-eyes, whoever told you to-be-wise
whoever told you; you could dream, beyond the
Moon-lit, monolithic, midnight-skies.
Drink the midnight curtain of sleep
into the waking hours…
Where dreams can sublimely creep
Around; like a carnivorous green-flower
like a sun-spider sunning on a rock
like a worm in the pippin of an eye

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