Mark Heathcote Poems

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341.
What We Have We Simply Forget

What is there to shelve but our memories?
At first, we fill a dozen albums a year
Seems easy; like teaching knowledge at Emory's
But as age surpasses our smooth veneer
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342.
Where My Soul Resides Like A Flightless Hawk

My heart fossils alive…
Like an empty conch shell
It'll sing in this world or the next
Before it rots or burns in the bowels of hell.
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343.
But Simply That Is Not My Way

I could, but I won't confess I'm running out of breath
My heart has no more buoyancy left
I could dither and just silently drift away
But that is not my way
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344.
It's Part Of The Course

When a willow breaks in the storm, it makes new roots.
I am warming my hands in yours
I am a moon trembling after midnight
it's part of the course
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345.
Statistician

There is a statistician in everyone
who can remember and count the bad times
but it's-remembering counting the good-times
divided from the bad that counts and matters.
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346.
Taking Some Soothing Reflection Alone

Overwhelmed, I think what's there to live for
why do I cling like ivy to a stone?
Why serpentine the sky or the seafloor,
why am I not also on methadone?
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347.
The Ache In My Weak Brains

Orchards in the sun close to beehives
They were always on my childish mind
Centipedes on my skin
Stopped me; from sitting still
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348.
Jonah Wills Us To Swallow Own Calamities?

A fish has entered our minds
it mouths the words - you must swim
life is a great flood - you must swim
swim for your lives.
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349.
And Lord Oh, So Benevolent

Each-day whispers in its benevolence
Coughs in the daylight; spills out the night:
Much like a Morello, cherry stone - stoned.
'We hold it up by hook or by crook…
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350.
Love Thy Self

What is fit that a heart might worship?
Did you ever ask an infidel?
If he/she
'Loved their mother and father just as well.'
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