Mark Heathcote

Gold Star - 18,954 Points [none] (22/03/66 / Manchester)

Mark Heathcote Poems

121. Alphabetical Gods 1/29/2014
122. Always Together They Ride High Amen 5/17/2015
123. Am I Insensitive? 2/16/2012
124. An Angel Walks In Snowdrifts 10/28/2012
125. An Arachnid’s Meal 6/6/2013
126. An Elegy For Dot 7/23/2016
127. An Enchanted Bridge 4/13/2016
128. An Hour Of Your Time 2/11/2016
129. An Inquiry Into Friendship 3/10/2016
130. An Ocean Without Parameters 4/1/2013
131. An Ode To Spring 4/16/2013
132. An Old Grey Banana Leaf 7/5/2014
133. An Old Summers Flower 11/25/2012
134. An Owl The Colour Of Snow 11/7/2013
135. An Unfulfilled Wish 9/26/2015
136. Anadolu Ponies 1/9/2016
137. And All I Can Say Is This Is Heartfelt 12/4/2013
138. And Be Worth So Much More Than Gold 1/27/2016
139. And It All Makes Me Happy 1/2/2015
140. And Lord Oh, So Benevolen 10/28/2014
141. And Time The Green Unfurling Fern Frond 9/10/2012
142. And When He Saw Her, He Wondered With Great Admiration 9/9/2015
143. And, There We Are Like Betel Leaves 6/7/2015
144. Anecdotal Love 2/11/2016
145. Anesthetized Shock! 10/12/2012
146. Angels So Give Up Waving And Shouting 1/9/2015
147. Animal Instincts… 7/14/2014
148. Animal, Carnal Attractions… 2/11/2016
149. Another Chance 12/23/2013
150. Another Chance Is All I’m Asking For 12/23/2013
151. Another Valentine! 8/24/2011
152. Another Valentines 11/25/2012
153. Any More Than The Moons Aglow 7/17/2012
154. Apathy 4/5/2014
155. Apparitions' 1/5/2015
156. Apprehensive Lovers… 2/3/2012
157. Arctic Hands 10/28/2015
158. Aren’t Words Apt? 4/21/2013
159. Aren't All Our Words Like Threadbare Cloth? 3/10/2016
160. Art Beauty And Lust… 10/20/2012
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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Pellucid blue-eyes, whoever told you to-be-wise?
Whoever said you could dream beyond the
Moon, lit, monolithic, midnight-skies
Drink-the-midnight-curtain of sleep
Into the waking hours
Where dreams can sublimely, creep
Around like a carnivorous green-flower
Like a sun spider sunning on a rock
Like a worm in the pippin of an eye

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