Mark Heathcote Poems

Weren't they wildly aggrieved at you?
Who would consult with these two again?
Share their food or drink their water.
Weren't those Muslim women aggrieved at you?
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My soul is ready to leave this ceiling & go
Take the roof right off this trifling town
How far can you throw a small stone?
It takes a mile to survive if you're all alone.
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Sun then rain, day after day
It's a parade never outstayed
It's welcome, but oh I say
With sorrows, it must be said.
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Egyptian hands elongated with a gypsy's soul.
A Pharaoh who's ivory nape is pale slender
On it's shouldered, Nefertiti's thrown.
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Day, I leave this world to dust.
Another shall return as promised:
If you don't believe a bird can fly,
Then why hold it caged till it dies?
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It takes artists to recognise art. And the greatest artists
To recognise that art performs as if it were the artist's breath.
Isn't creation the poet? Ask the waterfall to stop singing.
Or for the moon and the stars of the world to stop spinning,
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When I relinquished myself,
I gave up, all my own, soul.
I sank deeply, into yourself,
Ice-frozen, I couldn't escape.
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Divine Mother, on your tiger, fortifies my heart.
Slay demons of ego with your ten arms thwart.
Let your left eye control my greatest weakness-
Desire the right spur me on to righteousness.
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What if anyone—
If, I were to build a ship
Then who would I take?
We're all individuals
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He's in my face
like some double-base
Harpooned-cupid of the human race
Oh, how I'm now sighing too,
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