Mark Heathcote

Gold Star - 17,322 Points [none] (22/03/66 / Manchester)

Mark Heathcote Poems

161. As The Petals Fall 3/26/2014
162. Asexual 2/16/2012
163. Ashtray Blues 4/16/2013
164. Ask The Waterfall To Stop Singing 10/8/2014
165. At A Certain Age 3/2/2016
166. At Dusk As I Urged The Fish Too Bite 5/31/2012
167. At That Moment In The Beginning Of Your Life 12/19/2015
168. At This Stage Of Life 'you No-Longer Annoy' 12/5/2015
169. Autism 8/26/2015
170. Autumn Breeze, Wanders Purposeful 2/16/2012
171. Autumn Haiku 12/19/2012
172. Autumn Sonnet 9/7/2014
173. Avalanche 4/11/2013
174. Baby I Should Question Why I Love You 10/7/2013
175. 'Baby Talk" 8/27/2014
176. Back On Earth 7/6/2013
177. Barefoot Instalments 10/30/2015
178. Barfly… 10/27/2015
179. Barometer Reading 8/24/2015
180. Bat An Eye 5/17/2015
181. Bat An Eyelid And All's A Forgotten Anguish 10/2/2014
182. Battleships... 2/6/2016
183. Be Careful Child Before You Fall 12/28/2014
184. Be Found In Elevations High 7/13/2014
185. Be Like The Wind Ever Watchful 4/13/2014
186. Be Like Wind Ever Watchful... 11/25/2012
187. Be My Amalthea Tender Goddess 9/30/2014
188. Be The Comet That Collides With Me 8/12/2015
189. Be Then He A Man Who Is Manly 11/25/2012
190. Be Who God Wants You To Be 4/2/2016
191. Beautiful Creations 4/13/2014
192. Beautiful Stranger 9/28/2013
193. Before & After Memories Is Celluloid 12/6/2015
194. Before I Close My Eyes To Sleep 11/7/2013
195. Before I Go… 12/21/2014
196. Before You've Brushed Your Teeth 8/21/2014
197. Beholding Hands? 7/6/2013
198. Being Short On Truth We All Wear A Mask 12/1/2014
199. Being Short On Truth We Wear A Mask 12/9/2014
200. Beliefs Don’t Require Life Or Living Proof 11/30/2013
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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I Miss Missing You

I miss missing you like a nagging toothache
The pain was deeply rooted in my heart
I didn't go to the dentist; did you
The pain, the pain was all too sharp.

Destiny makes me pine with every supple-sinew
Then you came alongside me taking my hand.
Ah, all agonies then slowly dissipated and withdrew
Season after season into eternity they extract, subtract.

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