Mark Heathcote

Gold Star - 18,149 Points [none] (22/03/66 / Manchester)

Mark Heathcote Poems

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

Pellucid blue-eyes, whoever told you to-be-wise?
Whoever said you could dream beyond the
Moon, lit, monolithic, midnight-skies
Drink-the-midnight-curtain of sleep
Into the waking hours
Where dreams can sublimely, creep
Around like a carnivorous green-flower
Like a sun spider sunning on a rock
Like a worm in the pippin of an eye

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