Mark Heathcote Poems

Lady Poetry how can I focus on my dream?
When all my rational tell me to wake up
from, sleepwalking and scream!
Here's a young man on a bench
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Humbly, weren't they chosen as ordinary men?
Like gannet birds sent to the edge of the world:
Fishermen not to catch eat but to carry — Word.
So, who were they, then these twelve apostles?
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It's good to be well educated:
A dog wouldn't make a good joiner
Just with rabid claws and teeth.
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Her body was like a coffee pot
tepid yet just enough caffeine
to keep me from sleeping,
or turning - irritably mean.
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Love is obedient
Love is subservient
think, do! How our white water lily
hitherto looks, days have gone by when;
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Every day there are battles
to be won and lost.
"There are heroes and villains,
and casualties that count the hidden cost."
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In among all the ruin, there is life.
God, he must work at the corner catalogue shop.
The one before 'Afterlife' next to 'Hope and Despair'
With 'Liberty Bell' ringing, counter ringing in both ears
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I remember with a child's mind stealing
An egg, hoping through prayers I wouldn't be
Found out. When at teatime I felt deeply
Ashamed — didn't look at mother biting
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Does a glow-worm wander the moon?
Circle it and spin its small cocoon,
yes, parts look almost moth-eaten,
like a broken heart, one-side dark.
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