Mark Heathcote

Silver Star - 3,740 Points [none] (22/03/66 / Manchester)

Mark Heathcote Poems

41. A Neighbor Come Calling 9/25/2012
42. A Pan Fried Fish…? 7/29/2014
43. A Poem Holds Your Hand 9/16/2012
44. A Poetic Exile 2/16/2012
45. A Poet's Epitaph 2/16/2012
46. A Pond Fly 2/16/2012
47. A Rain-Washed Window 1/18/2014
48. A Rare Fallen Petal Spoons 2/15/2014
49. A Righteous Path Is A Bumpy Road… 12/18/2014
50. A Rose Of Some Graces 9/10/2014
51. A Sense Of Destiny 7/29/2014
52. A Short Pause Before And After 11/17/2014
53. A Silo Shines Like A Golden Rock 1/7/2014
54. A Song Delicate As Scented Air 9/8/2014
55. A Song Of Sorrow 3/20/2014
56. A Swill Of The Devils Brews 7/14/2014
57. A Tear That Will Be Mine Forever More 11/21/2013
58. A Tenant Is He 2/16/2012
59. A Thousand Air Miles Before I Arrive 10/8/2013
60. A Wealth Derived From Riches Alone 11/17/2013
61. A Woman Called Hope 3/28/2014
62. Ablutions 3/6/2015
63. Absinthe At Home 10/23/2013
64. Adolescent Hormones… 7/14/2012
65. Agree To Disagree 8/16/2014
66. Albatross 7/28/2012
67. Albatross... 10/8/2014
68. Alienated Flowers 6/20/2013
69. All But One, That One Is Me 3/16/2014
70. All Heaven Is My Brood 12/9/2014
71. All I Can Do Is Take Share Of The Blame 11/25/2012
72. All Is Now Paradise 5/19/2013
73. All That Matters Is Now 5/28/2014
74. All Those I Should Haves… 9/18/2013
75. All To Show Some Self-Control 9/16/2012
76. All, My All In Chants 2/13/2014
77. Alphabetical Gods 1/29/2014
78. Always Together They Ride High Amen -new- 5/17/2015
79. Am I Insensitive? 2/16/2012
80. An Angel Walks In Snowdrifts 10/28/2012
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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The Bride

Hewn from the strata of galaxies demure!
Inured with witchcraft; heartbreakingly, pure.
The bride wears her wedding-dress like haute-couture
Dressed in her heavenly gown made by Channel or Dior!

Poised like a vision, sumptuously, dressed and veiled.
She; supernatural swan like sailed…
Stunningly, intoxicating; like a little creature divine!
She takes up her grooms arm whispers thou, shall be mine.

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