Mark Heathcote

Silver Star - 3,565 Points [none] (22/03/66 / Manchester)

Mark Heathcote Poems

761. I Blew The Dust Of His Black Velvet Wings… 2/16/2012
762. I And You Were Both Together Saved 2/23/2014
763. I Am Forever Spun Dizzyingly Around… 11/13/2013
764. I Am But A Shadow 12/8/2012
765. I Am A Snowfall At Your Gate 7/13/2014
766. I Am A Poet At Night 8/30/2014
767. Hyperventilating 3/14/2014
768. Hummingbird 11/25/2012
769. Humble As A Bird 2/16/2012
770. How Things Have Changed Today 9/28/2014
771. How Many Crushed Cicada Insects Once Were We? 11/13/2013
772. How Did I Forget My Shoes? 8/18/2014
773. How Could You Forget? Me? 10/1/2013
774. Horizontal Horizons 1/14/2014
775. Hoping His Soul’s Heart To Unlatches 2/13/2014
776. Hopes & Tears 8/21/2011
777. Hope Gardens Every Whisper 8/5/2012
778. Hope 7/4/2013
779. Honey You'Re So Hot 2/16/2012
780. Home Is Where We Trust Our Eyes 12/18/2013
781. Holy Again As Divine Sapphire 10/13/2013
782. His Love 9/22/2014
783. His Bread Crumb Love! 2/16/2012
784. His & Her Roles Reverse 12/18/2014
785. Hey Misty 8/19/2014
786. Hereinabove I Give My Word To Love 7/20/2014
787. Hereafter… 10/5/2014
788. Her Treasury Is Quite Empty 2/16/2012
789. Her Legs Are Like Earrings… 2/28/2012
790. Hell On Earth… 2/14/2014
791. Heavens Torment 2/16/2012
792. Heavenly Godly 8/18/2014
793. Heaven Only Knows 2/14/2014
794. Heaven If Seen From Heaven 8/9/2014
795. Hearts Thumping In Lament 1/24/2015
796. Hearts Song… 6/11/2014
797. Hearts I Can Hear Near 8/24/2014
798. He’s Just A Bug On My Lapel 4/11/2013
799. He Went The Way He Lived His Life 10/2/2014
800. He Says His Heart Is A Broken Wishbone 11/27/2014
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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