Mark. A Heathcote Poems

Louis Wain had his paw bent on painting.
And drawing the most wonderful things.
He had an eye for the mischievous and fun.
He liked one Persian cat for its distinctive blue eyes.
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Haiku's 30/11/12

after dusk, church bells
I walked through the graveyard
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December comes but-
once a year with Christmas trees
sleigh bells and reindeer
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I filter fresh coffee.
One cup after another
Till I'm left shaking alone
Like a candle in a windy enclave
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Let us dine al fresco.
Breathe in the intoxicating air.
I want to stare at the stars.
And the heavenly moonlight
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I want to synthesise the beauty of your eyes.
Take scissors so I can prise them out.
I want to cut around your body.
The universe and everywhere you've been
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Oh, oh, fan these flames.
I'm a willing sacrifice.
Oh, oh, fan these flames.
I want to combust.
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Starting with every childish caper
One day, sitting back in a rocking chair,
Skin & bones like crinkled crepe paper
We'll remember our lot livesshare.
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I reset my thoughts
spring hasn't left us far behind
now we've peach blossoms
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Though your words injure me cruelly,
I nurse my heart, my right to love you.
I'd never weep or cry unduly.
I don't second-guess or misconstrue.
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