Mark Heathcote

Gold Star - 17,322 Points [none] (22/03/66 / Manchester)

Mark Heathcote Poems

121. An Arachnid’s Meal 6/6/2013
122. An Elegy For Dot 7/23/2016
123. An Enchanted Bridge 4/13/2016
124. An Hour Of Your Time 2/11/2016
125. An Inquiry Into Friendship 3/10/2016
126. An Ocean Without Parameters 4/1/2013
127. An Ode To Spring 4/16/2013
128. An Old Grey Banana Leaf 7/5/2014
129. An Old Summers Flower 11/25/2012
130. An Owl The Colour Of Snow 11/7/2013
131. Anadolu Ponies 1/9/2016
132. And All I Can Say Is This Is Heartfelt 12/4/2013
133. And Be Worth So Much More Than Gold 1/27/2016
134. And It All Makes Me Happy 1/2/2015
135. And Lord Oh, So Benevolen 10/28/2014
136. And Time The Green Unfurling Fern Frond 9/10/2012
137. And When He Saw Her, He Wondered With Great Admiration 9/9/2015
138. And, There We Are Like Betel Leaves 6/7/2015
139. Anecdotal Love 2/11/2016
140. Anesthetized Shock! 10/12/2012
141. Angels So Give Up Waving And Shouting 1/9/2015
142. Animal Instincts… 7/14/2014
143. Animal, Carnal Attractions… 2/11/2016
144. Another Chance 12/23/2013
145. Another Chance Is All I’m Asking For 12/23/2013
146. Another Valentine! 8/24/2011
147. Another Valentines 11/25/2012
148. Any More Than The Moons Aglow 7/17/2012
149. Apathy 4/5/2014
150. Apparitions' 1/5/2015
151. Apprehensive Lovers… 2/3/2012
152. Arctic Hands 10/28/2015
153. Aren’t Words Apt? 4/21/2013
154. Aren't All Our Words Like Threadbare Cloth? 3/10/2016
155. Art Beauty And Lust… 10/20/2012
156. As A Cloud Seated To Envelope A Mountain 2/16/2012
157. As Ever I Did When 2/8/2016
158. As I Light Up The World 5/23/2013
159. As I Travelled To A World Of Folklore 9/26/2015
160. As Summer Ends Autumn Begins 10/15/2015
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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I Miss Missing You

I miss missing you like a nagging toothache
The pain was deeply rooted in my heart
I didn't go to the dentist; did you
The pain, the pain was all too sharp.

Destiny makes me pine with every supple-sinew
Then you came alongside me taking my hand.
Ah, all agonies then slowly dissipated and withdrew
Season after season into eternity they extract, subtract.

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