Mark Heathcote Poems

Love is a thankless-task
love is giving
love is receiving, whatever comes to pass?
Love is acceptance
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I want to write a poem about ripe, old apple trees.
And seated old poets in armchairs with arthritic knees,
Carving words out into windblown dandelion seeds
Circling trunks and boughs—where a snake precedes
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Love if only I could love the stone core of your heart
Love you like the vine that splits and climbs a rock face
Love you like a sun orbiting the moon—what art
Tendril dripping over the craters could we I erase.
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Sharpen your pencils, don't act goofy
knowledge is obtained-through diligence
not through envious, tomfoolery.
You can bait a hook and still be chivalrous
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They are 'otherworldly creatures'
Maybe they are the gatekeepers
Their eyes are stellar stars of worlds unseen
Unbeknown, so they are mercurial
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I want to be the fire
that ignites and burns free
whatever ills avail me
I don't desire to change.
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As an Imaginary writing challenge
If, I won a hefty 1 million dollars
It wouldn't be enough for me to manage
A rural cottage - would take the coffers.
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Good men would die for a father
good men would die for a king,
good men would die for a mother
good men would die for a queen.
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When my heart is subdued, on the brink of collapse
when my heart is subdued when we haven't held hands
when my heart is subdued, on the borders of romance
when my heart is subdued, and our lips haven't kissed
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