Mark Heathcote

Gold Star - 16,144 Points [none] (22/03/66 / Manchester)

Mark Heathcote Poems

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

River Street Urchins

River street urchins
The gutters are swelling
[Waiting] for the sky—you, 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 free to go
We'll never ...

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Candle-Wax-Sky

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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