Mark Heathcote

Gold Star - 16,144 Points [none] (22/03/66 / Manchester)

Mark Heathcote Poems

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

Is this life all fire and brimstone?
How crudely my heart is chipped-away
Imprisoned elaborately, carved like bone.
Lord, is my poor soul, its stowaway?
Does it form some, sort of Fabergé egg?
Shaped by all these torments of hell
Most of my life has been statuesque
Lord, who will finally break its shell
... All our prayers are with you & yours.

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