Mark. A Heathcote Poems

'Lazarus' is burning; he's looking bereft.
But from the ashes, what is left?
Will always be just enough.
'Lazarus' is strong and immensely tough.
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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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Little brother, little sister
Protagonists of disaster
When our fists are raised in anger.
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Wrens - warble
Turkeys - gobble
Rooster - cock-a-doodle-doo
Calves - bleat
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If I could soar above all my inherent problems
And fly like an eagle, where should I nest
Every place I would seek to rest has problems
The wind is either too strong or too light
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He wraps his hands around her throat.
A candle about to die
Black feathers in hand practically smote
A dagger's stabbing, bloody goodbye.
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One morning with renewed faith, we'll awake.
Like Anadolu ponies dancing, and
Skip outside...kick open the stable door—shake
Our manes, and nod our heads, flick our tails, stunned.
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