Mark Heathcote

Gold Star - 15,642 Points [none] (22/03/66 / Manchester)

Mark Heathcote Poems

721. If You Just Want Me To 10/12/2014
722. If Your Heart Is A Sleeping Elephant 1/19/2016
723. If You'Ve Saved Your Life To Sing 7/19/2014
724. If? 9/11/2015
725. I'Ll Find A Way… 12/3/2014
726. I'Ll Find Away… 7/14/2014
727. I'Ll Give You A Heads Up 6/4/2013
728. I'Ll Love You All This World And Back.... 2/3/2012
729. I'll Not Run I Don't Know How To Resist 3/2/2016
730. I'Ll Pray You Never Run Away 8/29/2014
731. I'll Return To You 2/16/2016
732. Illuminating 8/28/2014
733. I'M A Freight Train Homeward Bound For A While With You 1/3/2015
734. I'm A Thorn In The Side Of Love 1/13/2016
735. I'M Bleeding 12/9/2014
736. I'M Drowning In Harebells… 6/16/2012
737. I'M Imprisoned In A Dewdrop 7/14/2014
738. I'M Sure It's Not Such A Lonely Road 7/20/2014
739. I'm The Army's Saboteur 11/11/2015
740. Imaginary Winnings 9/15/2015
741. Immemorial 4/13/2014
742. Impatience 7/4/2015
743. In A Meridians Change Of Planetary Gear 4/13/2014
744. In All The Stars Light Still Grim 8/5/2014
745. In His Eyes 2/16/2012
746. In Life's Last Lurch 2/16/2012
747. In Love I'Ll Run Too You 2/16/2012
748. In Loves Gainsay 11/25/2012
749. In Order To Sustain 7/8/2013
750. In Prayer Did I Hear A Hum..? 2/16/2012
751. In That Unlikelihood 9/16/2014
752. In The Absence Of Truth 11/23/2015
753. In The Aftermath Of Death There Is Life 5/15/2014
754. In The Deeps Of Beauty’s Purple Clouds 4/13/2014
755. In The Froth Of Life 10/12/2012
756. In The Midst Of Ruin There Is Reparation 10/22/2014
757. In The Quietude Of A Bluebells Mound 11/25/2012
758. In The Radiance Of I? 11/25/2012
759. In The Radiance Of My I? 4/13/2014
760. In These Cormorant Hours 2/16/2012
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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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

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