Mark Heathcote

Gold Star - 17,343 Points [none] (22/03/66 / Manchester)

Mark Heathcote Poems

81. A Woman Called Hope 3/28/2014
82. Ablutions 3/6/2015
83. Absinthe At Home 10/23/2013
84. Abstinence… 1/16/2016
85. Abstract Watercolour 8/10/2015
86. Aching Compromise 1/28/2016
87. Acrostic Chaos 7/29/2016
88. Actresses I Tend To Like 8/31/2015
89. Adolescent Hormones… 7/14/2012
90. African Summer 1/28/2016
91. Afrikaner, Caribbean 2/11/2016
92. After A Fate Withheld 6/25/2015
93. After Global Peace 1/20/2016
94. Aging Never Takes Any Respite 12/27/2015
95. Agree To Disagree 8/16/2014
96. Ah, Intriguingly Its Lovers 10/26/2015
97. Albatross 7/28/2012
98. Albatross... 10/8/2014
99. Alien Abduction 5/20/2016
100. Alienated Flowers 6/20/2013
101. All But One, That One Is Me 3/16/2014
102. All Costs, Without Any Of The Blame 1/13/2016
103. All Fur Coat And No… 3/2/2016
104. All Heaven Is My Brood 12/9/2014
105. All I Can Do Is Take Share Of The Blame 11/25/2012
106. All Is Now Paradise 5/19/2013
107. All Our Prayers 4/2/2016
108. All Parents' Hearts At Times Sink Like A Soufflé 2/3/2016
109. All That Matters Is Now 5/28/2014
110. All The Colors In A Rainbow 10/12/2015
111. All Those Amber Days Spent Uncurling… 10/31/2015
112. All Those I Should Haves… 9/18/2013
113. All To Show Some Self-Control 9/16/2012
114. All, My All In Chants 2/13/2014
115. Almighty Rain Clouds, Dark Come Hither 2/22/2016
116. Almond Blossoms The Deferring Sentence 2/4/2016
117. Alphabetical Gods 1/29/2014
118. Always Together They Ride High Amen 5/17/2015
119. Am I Insensitive? 2/16/2012
120. 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, 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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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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