Mark Heathcote

Gold Star - 7,678 Points [none] (22/03/66 / Manchester)

Mark Heathcote Poems

161. Birds Of The Air 9/3/2014
162. Bitter Sweet Dew 9/14/2015
163. Black Ladder 7/23/2012
164. Black Light Is The Light Of God… 6/15/2015
165. Black Raven 9/14/2013
166. Black Rose 9/29/2014
167. Black Sorceress 6/5/2013
168. Black Tulips 7/12/2014
169. Black With Blood 6/5/2013
170. Black…? 6/5/2012
171. Blank Canvas 7/19/2012
172. Bleary Eyed Beauty In Aromas Sweet 2/16/2012
173. Blue Air 12/1/2013
174. Blue And White Flower Zeniths 7/2/2012
175. Blue Berries And Ice-Cream 4/13/2013
176. Blue Eyes Pierce The Night 6/4/2013
177. Blue Waters 12/15/2013
178. Botanist Sent To Find Me 3/27/2015
179. Bothers War & Peace 9/3/2015
180. Boy Vs Girl 12/19/2014
181. Braid Your Hair With His … 7/8/2013
182. Brave And Like A Stag Lock Antlers 8/16/2014
183. Break Out My Pills 11/15/2013
184. Bubble Gum Pavements 6/5/2012
185. But As Poetry And Life Is, 9/21/2012
186. But Don’t You Wish To Get Away & Wonder How? 8/26/2015
187. But Here Today When Love Is True 2/16/2012
188. But Honestly What Do I Believe 3/25/2015
189. But In The Main 2/16/2012
190. But You Never Lost Your Dignity 5/19/2013
191. Buzzards 1/25/2015
192. By Him You’re One True Lord 5/15/2014
193. By Jimmy-De-Jam 6/11/2014
194. By Night I’m John Travolta By Day I’m Stephen Fry 10/14/2013
195. By The River Of Contemplation 2/16/2012
196. Call Me...? 10/30/2014
197. Call The Coastguard There's A Galley Slave Here 8/29/2014
198. Came Reckoning Day For Johnny Rotten 3/28/2014
199. Can Anybody Here Me I’m In Her Arms 9/1/2015
200. Can Strategies Cause A Tipping Point In Culture? 10/18/2013
Best Poem of Mark Heathcote

River Street Urchins

River street urchins,
The gutters are swelling.
[Waiting…] for the sky—you and 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 ...

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Pellucid blue-eyes, whoever told you to-be-wise
whoever told you; 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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