Mark Heathcote

Gold Star - 17,322 Points [none] (22/03/66 / Manchester)

Mark Heathcote Poems

361. Death Is All Of This? 4/29/2013
362. Death Is Just Shadow Rung Out Of Bloom 1/27/2016
363. Deaths Figure Sentries A Look That Could Kill 1/22/2015
364. Decanter The Wine 8/7/2014
365. Declaration 11/7/2013
366. Decorum 7/9/2013
367. Deeds That’ll Replenish Evils Recompense 1/16/2014
368. Deliverance 10/27/2015
369. Deserts That Have Never Cried 10/7/2013
370. Did A Tear Make This Ocean? 5/9/2013
371. Did It Prevent Your Sun Kissed Dreams? 7/30/2012
372. Did The Ground Fall From Your Wings 11/2/2013
373. Did You Dig A Ship Canal With Frankenstein's Tools? 1/3/2015
374. Different Flight Paths 3/31/2016
375. Digging In His Vault Of Loam 11/25/2012
376. Dim The Light 4/13/2014
377. Dirty Unicorn 1/7/2016
378. Disappointment 7/10/2013
379. Disappointment… 10/31/2012
380. Discrimination 5/8/2014
381. Disillusionment 7/9/2016
382. Disordered Attachment 12/14/2013
383. Divergent Rivers 8/21/2011
384. Divination 9/10/2012
385. Divinity Of Sorts 4/12/2016
386. Divisions Of Vanity 2/16/2012
387. Do Any Of Them Have A Different Benefactor? 11/19/2015
388. Do I Just Follow And Pretend… 12/1/2013
389. Do I Warrant Any Faith In My Wings? 9/12/2015
390. Do The British Take Their Brollies? 2/16/2012
391. Do You Love Me As You Say? 4/13/2014
392. Do You Recall Charcoal Rubbings? 11/18/2015
393. Do You Remember All Your Histories? 1/3/2015
394. Do You Remember Walking Retiring On Sleeping Feet? 4/4/2016
395. Dodging Bullets With A Buddha Lost In Lagos 6/5/2013
396. Does A Rose Not Have Thorns…? 11/26/2015
397. Does Love Exist? 3/8/2015
398. Does The Hummingbird Know Best? 7/29/2013
399. Dogs A Barking 6/8/2015
400. Domestic Goddess 8/1/2014
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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I Miss Missing You

I miss missing you like a nagging toothache
The pain was deeply rooted in my heart
I didn't go to the dentist; did you
The pain, the pain was all too sharp.

Destiny makes me pine with every supple-sinew
Then you came alongside me taking my hand.
Ah, all agonies then slowly dissipated and withdrew
Season after season into eternity they extract, subtract.

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