Mark Heathcote Poems

If I were a pear blossom
and you were-an-inquisitive bee
I'd open my petal portals from within
there are no locked, barred doorways
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It's an illusion to fall in love.
Love is an abstract art form
you know what it is
but you can't pin it down
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There are passages in life.
No one should have to reread.
Rooms within a sprawling maze
only we should unadvisedly revisit.
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In an unexpected downpour
unleash my heart; let words
like wine spills into crystal goblets flow
let songs ripen and burst like fruit in hedgerows
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You've honestly no need for a reservation.
I'm cooking cauliflower and lentil curry
Oh and it'll be delicious don't you worry
Darling, sit, and I'll serve your great expectation.
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Oh, I cried, oh yes, I cried
Red-eyed and quietly, I prayed
For the promised land
Till I spied a gospel feeling in my soul
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You made me homeless in this city
Branded me a fool
Branded me cruel
But I didn't splinter into glass
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Feel the truth cutting through the flames
The fire is leaping in the air
And through your veins
Life is a lightning bolt glowing everywhere
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Roadkill was a good grub when I was a kid.
Believe me; it beat baked beans on toast
or runny egg and chips. Generally, it'd
consist of a pheasant or two, or maybe
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I will unravel my soul like a straw hat
I will let my last thoughts set-seed
And fall into your lap.
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