Mark Heathcote

Silver Star - 4,442 Points [none] (22/03/66 / Manchester)

Mark Heathcote Poems

761. Oh Didn'T The Year Fly By… 12/10/2012
762. Oh If Only The Rains Came When I Cried 10/29/2013
763. Oh Where Is Your Song For Me Father? 1/7/2014
764. Oh Where To Begin 7/16/2014
765. Oh, Will You Love Me (Song) 6/11/2015
766. Old Hare 1/4/2015
767. On Fairy Lit Night 2/16/2012
768. On Getting Dressed 8/29/2014
769. On His Home Leave 9/29/2013
770. 'On That Mosquito Dusk' 2/21/2013
771. On The Wings Of Love 4/13/2013
772. On This Your Birthday... 4/13/2013
773. Once Shone And Stood For Us All 2/16/2012
774. Once They Spall-Sparkled Like Foxglove! 2/3/2012
775. One Man Of Absolute Care 11/25/2012
776. One-Step-Ahead 7/22/2013
777. Only You 5/17/2015
778. Ooh Iodine Lemon Drops? 8/30/2014
779. Opened And Now Broken Like A Wishbone 9/14/2013
780. Openings … 7/8/2013
781. Opponents On The Canvas Elate 9/27/2014
782. Orange Flower In A Blue Vase 7/8/2013
783. Orange Is My Colour Of Love 2/14/2014
784. Our Love Has Seen How The Orchids Cling 10/5/2013
785. Our Mot Checks… 6/19/2015
786. Our Sexual Rendezvous 6/16/2012
787. Our Vases Were Filled With Wine 9/21/2012
788. Our Way-Would Calling? 2/16/2012
789. Out Of Life's Billowing Dust: 2/21/2012
790. Out Of Their Laurels Like Greek Gods 9/10/2012
791. Outer Space…? 7/29/2012
792. Outpourings... Perfection! 2/16/2012
793. Over Canyons Of Gold 9/14/2013
794. Over New; Greens Seas Drip-Fed 2/8/2012
795. Paint Palette 2/16/2012
796. Pale White Beauty 8/21/2011
797. Panpipes Are Playing 10/5/2014
798. Panting At The Gills 1/12/2015
799. Passionate Kisses Under Nail Of Coffin 3/25/2013
800. Past All Remembrance With You 2/21/2013
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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