Mark Heathcote

Silver Star - 3,875 Points [none] (22/03/66 / Manchester)

Mark Heathcote Poems

681. Mine Is The Voice Off All Things 4/19/2013
682. Minted And Crowned 2/3/2012
683. Miracle In The Dark 9/17/2014
684. Misfortune's Usherettes! 10/31/2012
685. Misgivings 6/11/2014
686. Misplaced Ego! 9/24/2012
687. Moonlight Delights 3/8/2015
688. Moonwalks -new- 5/27/2015
689. More Sometimes Than Even Anyone Else 4/3/2014
690. Morning Walks On The Beach 9/28/2014
691. Mountaineering Ramblers 9/20/2012
692. Mountpleasant 11/26/2014
693. Mr & Mrs Infamy 3/22/2014
694. Mr. Calm Laughs At Hurricanes 10/5/2014
695. Much Like The Heart Is As Time Is 11/4/2014
696. Multi-Dimensional; Heavens? 9/18/2014
697. My Bright Star 7/6/2013
698. My Heart Is A Cactus Flower 2/16/2012
699. My Heart Is A Hanging Garden Of Babylon 7/3/2013
700. My Heart Isn’t Going To Stop 5/11/2014
701. My Hearts Like A Calling Seashell 11/1/2013
702. My Joy With Prickled Legs 8/5/2014
703. My Last Bone 2/16/2012
704. My Life As A Small Boat 1/31/2015
705. My Love... 11/25/2012
706. My Love… 8/17/2012
707. My Lover’s Eyes Change Colour 10/29/2013
708. My Miracle Jar 12/27/2014
709. My Reward 10/27/2014
710. My Song To The Worlds Ends Amen 3/22/2014
711. My Soul Is Teething For Your Love 7/31/2012
712. My Souls Away With The Fairies… 4/6/2013
713. My Valentine 2/3/2014
714. My Very Own Queen Of Hearts 4/11/2013
715. Nap Of Monarch's Wing 2/16/2012
716. Narcissus 9/19/2014
717. Nautical, Manoeuvrings… 6/1/2013
718. Naval Encounters… 9/8/2014
719. Near Faint Beneath Golden Limes 9/18/2014
720. Nestled Closer To The Dark… 11/2/2013
Best Poem of Mark Heathcote

Two Poems Of Two Line Poems

The still pools reflection, what clarity, within its deepest depths it holds?
Until a trouble mind bestirs, silts of time. Looking for what else unfolds.


In comes morning, hauling death. Don't close your eyes
There's only another fifty years worthless wondering left.

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I Was A Friday Night!

I’m with them,
I’m a wallflower
I was a Friday night!
A clatter of bees all burning frenetic wings
Bumbling, alone, alone
Drinking amber-nectar to a soothing song
Cutting ties to the hive
Pretending I’m just fine, I’m okay,
But honesty, it was all lies

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