Mark Heathcote Poems

Okay, they land-on-their-feet
practising accidental-skydives;

They'd dodge death by deceit.
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Shines in my face but now I've lost all my sight
Trying to remember you and your roving hair
The outline of your face
And all that slender framework of gliding grace.
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Horizontal horizons lead my step
And unbutton my blouse
And loosen off my shoes
And like airships we collide
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For a few precious moments
Partly to join in with hers
Flaming at our seashore seams
In less awkward turbulent seas
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We'll always be chasing the centre.
Circles through outer ripples.
Brought to life a stone's throw-
away, we'll drown in quibbles.
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When two antagonisms meet
Side by side again replete
There are two defeats
The slain who becomes the slayer
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When the rinds of our universe
Are peeled aback then we’ll ask…
What have their pips or pulp revealed?
And should we ask; anymore care
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Poetry is the making of good gravy
First, you require-good-ingredients
A vegetable trivet the meat sits on
Using stock reduced in constants.
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Brothers don't follow me!
I'm like vapour rolling on the sea,
Longing to roll down a stain glass window
Staining everything I see lest I forgo.
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Lovers are always forward in what they say,
but when love is old, it gets harder to say,
I love you; please won't you stay?
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