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Mark Heathcote
Poems of Mark Heathcote
| 181. | In-between life and death | 2/16/2012 |
| 182. | Is It The Station Of' The Lost and Lonely Soul…? | 8/26/2012 |
| 183. | Is This Life's Last Bus Stop | 10/12/2012 |
| 184. | It was in self-defense, I'm quite sure | 6/21/2012 |
| 185. | It's All Love Coos… A Turtle Dove! | 7/22/2012 |
| 186. | Jewels In Our Souls | 11/25/2012 |
| 187. | Join me listen to the sitar players theorise… | 5/31/2012 |
| 188. | Joy jumps heart to heart | 2/16/2012 |
| 189. | Joyous moonlight I'm no broken sunlight | 2/16/2012 |
| 190. | kingdom of the wind | 2/16/2012 |
| 191. | Lamenting ladies | 11/25/2012 |
| 192. | Language is the kingdom | 8/24/2011 |
| 193. | Lay still my beating heart! | 2/16/2012 |
| 194. | Lay waste to my own dark wastelands | 7/28/2012 |
| 195. | Let me feel the rapture of ecstasy | 2/16/2012 |
| 196. | Let this pilgrim's sin, inaugurate | 11/25/2012 |
| 197. | Let us have back our annual prize! | 7/18/2012 |
| 198. | Like A Light In My Heart and Soul | 4/21/2013 |
| 199. | Like a little pot of gold | 11/25/2012 |
| 200. | Like Ambrosia To My Tongue | 2/21/2012 |
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
