Biography of Mark Heathcote
I like all kinds of poems but I tend to gravitate toward eastern spiritual poetry.
My muse almost demands it of me. So you may find quite a few being poured out from time to time.
I all so write many songs, when the poem spring runs dry, as a form of creative writing.
I work with adult learning difficulties as a support worker in the UK. Home town is Manchester. My other interests are in gardening and art. I had a really poor education, but try to improve with every write. I hope you’ll enjoy visiting my writes…
- High Noon -new-
- I Need Pillow Talk -new-
- Love Is A Ballet Dance -new-
- Be Glad Love
- The Last Cuckoo In The Nest
- Now That's I Call Magic
- Like Flailing A Dead Sea Monster
- Beauty Is All Around
- Do Guns Make You Cry Or Go, Whoopee?
- To Soothe Her Rampant Delights
- Leap Of Faith
- How Many Caps Do You Wear?
- With An Ordinance Of Grace
- A Pilgrim's Question
Mark Heathcote Poems
Restrain me; because I want to bathe in your sun I want a southern moon to shiver on you From the naked shadows I cast over you Restrain me; I'm like an applecart toppled over
Poverty Is A Gift
Father, poverty is a gift Ask any bird taking a rain bath. Son, don't make's me laugh There's nothing but rain
River Street Urchins
River street urchins The gutters are swelling [Waiting] for the sky—you, I To reach—the storm drains of joy.
When Rivers Run Cold
When rivers run cold, it makes you wonder if they were ever warm Why we ever went skinny-dipping, swam naked in a thunderstorm When fires turn to ashes, it makes you wonder did they ever burn. Why was the air sulphur every other silent nocturne?
Roses Are On Fire
A river of stars A bed of roses still in bud We're but water lilies Learning to be rainbows
Two Poems Of Two Line Poems
The still pools reflection, what clarity, within its deepest depths it holds? Until a trouble mind bestirs, silts of time. Looking for what else unfolds.
Meeting On The Hill
A hand up brother, a free man's gift We can share this summit in a handshake It's barren; nothing to steal here or take There's no dividing line, African Rift,
For A Straggling-Stalk Of Green Corn
With barely a whisper I was almost blown over Like a straggling-stalk Of green corn, I'm bent
The sun has gone into the shade And, turned a corner She will not be returning Not neither soon… nor later
The Wedding Cake Couple
The wedding cake couple Held hands on-top in vigil Clinging on to each other tightly There ‘I do's' written in song
I Want To Be A Hapless, Happy Bee
I want to dive into a flower. Be engulfed by its desire I want to feel its living fire its power Source, it's one-sunlight prior.
Isn't This Who; We Are
The biggest monument to peace Ever built was the Great Wall of China. Troubled times, constitute bigger walls Fear is the fabric of life.
Your Kisses Inflame My Thoughts
You'd like us to talk, well it's banal. Your kisses inflame my thoughts, Like a war correspondents journal. All they do is lead to more potshots
Drunk With Love
If I covertly look into your eyes I see before me my destiny. Clearly I see my both hands resting on your thighs I see our lips kissing feverishly.
Hewn from the strata of galaxies demure!
Inured with witchcraft; heartbreakingly, pure.
The bride wears her wedding-dress like haute-couture
Dressed in her heavenly gown made by Channel or Dior!
Poised like a vision, sumptuously, dressed and veiled.
She; supernatural swan like sailed…
Stunningly, intoxicating; like a little creature divine!
She takes up her grooms arm whispers thou, shall be mine.