Mark Heathcote

Gold Star - 17,322 Points [none] (22/03/66 / Manchester)

Mark Heathcote Poems

761. I'M A Freight Train Homeward Bound For A While With You 1/3/2015
762. I'm A Thorn In The Side Of Love 1/13/2016
763. I'M Bleeding 12/9/2014
764. I'M Drowning In Harebells… 6/16/2012
765. I'M Imprisoned In A Dewdrop 7/14/2014
766. I'M Sure It's Not Such A Lonely Road 7/20/2014
767. I'm The Army's Saboteur 11/11/2015
768. Imaginary Winnings 9/15/2015
769. Immemorial 4/13/2014
770. Impatience 7/4/2015
771. In A Meridians Change Of Planetary Gear 4/13/2014
772. In All The Stars Light Still Grim 8/5/2014
773. In His Eyes 2/16/2012
774. In Life's Last Lurch 2/16/2012
775. In Love I'Ll Run Too You 2/16/2012
776. In Loves Gainsay 11/25/2012
777. In Order To Sustain 7/8/2013
778. In Prayer Did I Hear A Hum..? 2/16/2012
779. In That Unlikelihood 9/16/2014
780. In The Absence Of Truth 11/23/2015
781. In The Aftermath Of Death There Is Life 5/15/2014
782. In The Deeps Of Beauty’s Purple Clouds 4/13/2014
783. In The Froth Of Life 10/12/2012
784. In The Midst Of Ruin There Is Reparation 10/22/2014
785. In The Quietude Of A Bluebells Mound 11/25/2012
786. In The Radiance Of I? 11/25/2012
787. In The Radiance Of My I? 4/13/2014
788. In These Cormorant Hours 2/16/2012
789. In Those Giddy Heights Of Lust 10/17/2012
790. In Your Darkest Hour 6/11/2014
791. In-Between Life And Death 2/16/2012
792. Incantations Longing... 3/16/2014
793. Indian Rug 1/12/2015
794. Infinity 9/15/2013
795. Injustice 11/2/2013
796. Inquiry Into Friendship 4/24/2016
797. Insulin Couldn'T Insulate Your Passing 2/10/2015
798. Interwoven 6/15/2016
799. Is It Absurd To Fall Too Deep? 9/17/2014
800. Is It All A Load Of Pollock's? 1/3/2016
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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I Miss Missing You

I miss missing you like a nagging toothache
The pain was deeply rooted in my heart
I didn't go to the dentist; did you
The pain, the pain was all too sharp.

Destiny makes me pine with every supple-sinew
Then you came alongside me taking my hand.
Ah, all agonies then slowly dissipated and withdrew
Season after season into eternity they extract, subtract.

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