Mark Heathcote Poems

Once I came close to your Magnum opus
I thought I was your inspiration
How wrong was I
Once I came close to your whispering soul
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People pray; give me absolution
Take my sins away
Make me a better person today
But seldom, does it happen that way.
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All your Hearts music thus far was an overture
it's a matinée, a prelude to what is the real affair
it was a practice run saving the best until the last.
Your thoughts are transparent as the morning vapour
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'Now you are me' you are not just with me
as you read, our thoughts are intertwined
and momentarily, we are all-one-and the same
here we both pause together consigned.
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Here amid the layers of golden autumn
the crisp and not-so-crisp leaves fall
them that are extra-large—them that are small
drop to form mulches for their absorption
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Just as we do
God needs a spoonful of medicine
Every-now and again
That is why lamps require paraffin
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Ice on windows, static as dead feathers
That is how I see our lives, love, right now
Yes, it's still beautiful love, it weathers
But it could be much more; it could be snow
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Once upon a time, upon a time
in a dangerous mountainous climb
a child got lost sleepwalking from camp
he was a bonnie little lad a scamp.
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Two worlds collide as we close our eyes
Synaptic pathways jolt leap-highways.
Second, I sleep, I-visualize
And frequent paradoxes - byways-
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Explore the colours of life
Before the curtains close
And all shades are lit equally exposed
Dance and sightsee a diamond sky
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