Mark Heathcote Poems

Farewell, goodbye my darling
The world is now turning
And the tide has outreached
Any shore I can still trace
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My hearts on fire
I need a bucket of water
Just to cool my head
Joy is a Furness
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I notice a dip in his eyes
like some Japanese water chime
his eyes were prying like mine
'O what parables we share.'
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Oh, white Jasmine flower
Love on resin setting fire
Incense burning in my soul
Catching me on fire
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Blue shadows on a white wall.
Tears transcending the beauty-
of gardenia's two millennia.
Frozen winters; icy harden snows.
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If I could be as good as you
I’d be called St. Francis
And live in a gutter too
I’d give all my charity,
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Cancer choked her lungs.
Like a garden swallowed up in bindweeds
But she still had the beating of her wings.
Sang lives in a chorus between each coughing wheeze.
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What will be the new, Black?
Will it be Blue, Green or Orange?
Or something truly obscene
In a paisley, polysynthetic; dream.
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Kneading those white buttocks
Back and forth, in greedy palms
Stretching over doughy flesh
He then holds her warm breasts
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Change is brought about by erosion
Look around, and you will all come to see.
That our progress is made verboten
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