Mark Heathcote Poems

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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Our love hasn't yet pleaded poverty,
but there are days, my dear - it goes hungry.
Do you think our love has a life, condemn?
That withers away like our last encounter.
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Before any strenuous deployment
before any full-on engagement
our washed-out muscles require exercise
it necessitates we practice our art.
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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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She wanted him brought blindfold thrown at her feet.
Subject to all her desires, her whims
biceps bursting, submissive in defeat.
She wanted him expended on his aching forelimbs.
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Is this the night of the 'coffin fly? '
that will riddle down 6ft under
deeper than deep
in short bursts of running
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