Mark. A Heathcote Poems

Notice how trees worship the sun.
See how their leaves are undone.
Watch how they wave and frequently bow.
Perceive how they grow; never to disavow.
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August to November
It's a game, just when that old depression
Will hit and knock me for six again.
They say it's seasonal & they call it (SAD) .
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A special moment, often perplexed
These thoughts expressed were perceived.
Simple words go into building a subtext.
The meaning of ' is ' a gift well-received.
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I will leave for Jerusalem soon.
Christ will save me.
The tide of the ocean calls my soul.
What more can I do?
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I've got a woman.
She wants her severance pay.
And says if I don't cough up today
I'll wind up dead.
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There is a circular serpent swallowing its tail.
Representing eternal life in the gated catacombs
Of Brompton Cemetery, London, which houses
Both saints and sinners alike.
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Oh, how I wish death weren't prolonged.
Where are you going, my heart of wonder?
Chasing gentian folk, lightning-tongued
Now that the rising pain starts to thunder
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You have a gaze that hears music.
No one else understands
An intensity of thought that no one else feels
A brush of your angelic hand on mine
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Then, as now, I will always love you
Then, as now, I will always honour and obey you
Then, as now, the stars will always shine
And also, our hearts will align
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Life is a passport
And exactly where you decide to take it
It's completely your choice
Some people never go anywhere
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