Mark Heathcote Poems

Is he learning any new words today?
Dad says to the baby, planetary.
No, not 'plant a tree' but planetary
the baby mumbles back; plant a tree
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Purge the light,
find to your delight,
that darkness
isn't-such-a fright?
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If a host of angels were to descend
I'd be blessed to gaze at their blue eyes.
Mesmerised, I'd look up into the skies.
And nothing would be the same, I contend.
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Songbird, why, do you, sing so-blue
What good does it do you?
Songbird, why do you sing of sorrow
Penetrate my heart like an arrow
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All things come; all things go,
It's the nature of melt snow,
It's the nature of a feather to swirl
To dance in the wind and curl
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What does it mean for a star to shine?
Each flower opens a divine heart.
But why does any of this take place?
No matter the distance, there's grace.
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Looking in or looking out
humanity needs a big, big shout.
But frequently, it goes missing
leaving many just coexisting
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Who sees you and who sees me?
And therefore sees everything
and doesn't compare unequally-anything;
equate with the same sad piano key delicious way.
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I married my heart to you.
I pinned it to the wall
you can crush it like a flower.
Cause the way I'm feeling
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Mountain paths are winding road
the red crest of a twisting dragon
heaped on the earth about to unfold
a bolt of fire unleashing sharp talons
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