Mark Heathcote

Gold Star - 4,732 Points [none] (22/03/66 / Manchester)

Mark Heathcote Poems

681. Love, Clings Hopelessly, Stirring The Rudder 7/4/2015
682. Love's A Dodo 7/22/2012
683. Loving Preps 8/17/2014
684. Made Of Water It Evaporates 6/24/2015
685. Magnolias 8/5/2014
686. Mahjong 2/3/2012
687. Many Suns Have Gone On To Shine Again… 2/2/2014
688. Marmalade Mountains… 8/21/2014
689. Married Life 6/26/2012
690. Masquerades Unearthed 7/5/2015
691. May Is A Time Of Sweet Expectation 5/1/2015
692. Maybe Only The Most Debased Mammals 12/9/2014
693. Meditation On A Snail… 2/25/2014
694. Meg Myers Lyrics They Just Haunt Me 1/9/2015
695. Melancholy Wings 4/19/2013
696. Men Do Battle Shed A Little Blood In Brotherhood 1/4/2015
697. Men Of Wheat Men Of Bread 1/22/2015
698. Merlot 7/21/2013
699. Milk And Butter 11/7/2013
700. Milkwort Seeds 3/14/2014
701. Mine Is The Voice Off All Things 4/19/2013
702. Minted And Crowned 2/3/2012
703. Miracle In The Dark 9/17/2014
704. Mirage 6/22/2015
705. Misfortune's Usherettes! 10/31/2012
706. Misgivings 6/11/2014
707. Misplaced Ego! 9/24/2012
708. Momma, Said 6/22/2015
709. Moonlight Delights 3/8/2015
710. Moonwalks 5/27/2015
711. More Sometimes Than Even Anyone Else 4/3/2014
712. Morning Walks On The Beach 9/28/2014
713. Mountaineering Ramblers 9/20/2012
714. Mountpleasant 11/26/2014
715. Mr & Mrs Infamy 3/22/2014
716. Mr. Calm Laughs At Hurricanes 10/5/2014
717. Much Like The Heart Is As Time Is 11/4/2014
718. Multi-Dimensional; Heavens? 9/18/2014
719. My Bright Star 7/6/2013
720. My Heart Is A Cactus Flower 2/16/2012
Best Poem of Mark Heathcote

River Street Urchins

River street urchins,
The gutters are swelling.
[Waiting…] for the sky—you and 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 ...

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Pale White Beauty

Soft as the moonlight, glinting
Through a veil of silken snow
Your pale white beauty, maudlin?
My hearts beat speaking in overflow…
You with your dark hair roving?
Oh ivory shouldered, queen
There where the barn owl, sleeping?
So quietly calm and serene
There where the raven is feeding?

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