Mark Heathcote Poems

I am the fall, the colour of God's love
I am Lava I am Rosso Corsa
I am Magenta I am Fuchsia
I am Rosewood disintegrating rust
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This blessed life is just the beginning.
10-fingers and 10-toes, and a name tag.
Spring is in the air, and the flowers are brimming.
Horse in the stable, head in a nosebag
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The lonely scarecrow and we have a lot in common
yes, we are both at times resigned but don't-dishearten,
don't-feel sad about him/your double-ganger scatterbrains.
Because he does have a heart an ear of corn the grains
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When you've depression, abstinence
comes from not speaking, not eating,
not caring. But plenty of hard-drinking
when you've depression temperance-
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Good home cooking, the smell of pie
unmistakably makes her smile, pry
internally is he like that steaming crust?
She cuts open to inquire, is this puffed.
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Warm & fuzzy is how, oh I felt that wondrous night
As the stars sang out, like a choir all in satellite
Like a new-born phoenix, I am reborn in your eyes
Every setting in the universe can catalyse
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You are the apple of my soul, not my eye
With you, I'm no longer a damselfly,
Living one day at a time hoping to fly.
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Waking up in Sleepy Hollow, I'll be near to you
so close to you, you'll feel me tremble inside
but I'll not shiver with you in my world.
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Let the trees wear autumn gold tiaras
let these snowflake whispers of mid-winter
flutter like angels channelling their solace
let fissures open up an elixir
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Nutrition is a word a substance.
I need the flesh of her bones
Morrow of her existence
Splurged across my own,
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