Mark Heathcote

Gold Star - 7,678 Points [none] (22/03/66 / Manchester)

Mark Heathcote Poems

761. Misfortune's Usherettes! 10/31/2012
762. Misgivings 6/11/2014
763. Misplaced Ego! 9/24/2012
764. Momma, Said 6/22/2015
765. Moonlight Delights 3/8/2015
766. Moonwalks 5/27/2015
767. More Sometimes Than Even Anyone Else 4/3/2014
768. Morning Walks On The Beach 9/28/2014
769. Mountaineering Ramblers 9/20/2012
770. Mountpleasant 11/26/2014
771. Mr & Mrs Infamy 3/22/2014
772. Mr. Calm Laughs At Hurricanes 10/5/2014
773. Much Like The Heart Is As Time Is 11/4/2014
774. Multi-Dimensional; Heavens? 9/18/2014
775. My Bright Star 7/6/2013
776. My Heart Has Always Belonged To Another -new- 9/26/2015
777. My Heart Is A Cactus Flower 2/16/2012
778. My Heart Is A Hanging Garden Of Babylon 7/3/2013
779. My Heart Isn’t Going To Stop 5/11/2014
780. My Hearts Like A Calling Seashell 11/1/2013
781. My Joy With Prickled Legs 8/5/2014
782. My Last Bone 2/16/2012
783. My Life As A Small Boat 1/31/2015
784. My Love... 11/25/2012
785. My Love… 8/17/2012
786. My Lover’s Eyes Change Colour 10/29/2013
787. My Miracle Jar 12/27/2014
788. My Own Heart Is The Overlooked Spark 8/12/2015
789. My Reward 10/27/2014
790. My Song To The Worlds Ends Amen 3/22/2014
791. My Soul Is Teething For Your Love 7/31/2012
792. My Souls Away With The Fairies… 4/6/2013
793. My Valentine 2/3/2014
794. My Very Own Queen Of Hearts 4/11/2013
795. Nap Of Monarch's Wing 2/16/2012
796. Narcissus 9/19/2014
797. Nautical, Manoeuvrings… 6/1/2013
798. Naval Encounters… 9/8/2014
799. Near Faint Beneath Golden Limes 9/18/2014
800. Nestled Closer To The Dark… 11/2/2013
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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