Mark Heathcote

Gold Star - 22,783 Points [none] (22/03/66 / Manchester)

Mark Heathcote Poems

1. Wondering Just What I Must Lack -new- 7/23/2017
2. Ashes… 3/24/2017
3. A Creaking Blue Door 3/25/2017
4. Many Things In Kind 3/26/2017
5. When We're Gone And No Longer 3/29/2017
6. The Sins Of Seduction 3/31/2017
7. Passions 4/5/2017
8. Paper Darts 4/20/2017
9. First Kiss 4/21/2017
10. Monsters 4/21/2017
11. Sea Change 6/7/2017
12. Everything 6/7/2017
13. Lost In The Wilderness 6/7/2017
14. Cold At The Core 6/7/2017
15. The Silence That Is Everything 6/7/2017
16. Not In Any Haste 6/7/2017
17. Tentative Steps 6/9/2017
18. Healing Properties 6/9/2017
19. Joy 6/9/2017
20. The Garbage Collected 6/9/2017
21. Just You Wait And See 6/9/2017
22. Blue Jay Feathers 6/9/2017
23. Numerous Self-Reflections 5/4/2017
24. Wrecking Ball 5/12/2017
25. Lily-Of-The-Valley 5/21/2017
26. Last Gasps 5/21/2017
27. A Little Less Commonplace 6/3/2017
28. Have Angels On Hand As Consorts 6/7/2017
29. Wheels Within Wheels 6/16/2017
30. Appearances 6/17/2017
31. Zeus 6/24/2017
32. Patience 6/24/2017
33. Imminent Just Before Death 6/24/2017
34. A La Carte" 6/25/2017
35. Sorry 6/28/2017
36. Playing The Hand Of God 6/29/2017
37. Courtship 7/3/2017
38. Fake Mask? -new- 7/10/2017
39. Light And Dark -new- 7/10/2017
40. Keep The Curtains From Closing -new- 7/10/2017
Best Poem of Mark Heathcote

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
Poverty isn't a gift
There's nothing but pain.
So son fastens your reigns
Ride for them riches today
Don't live by wage's daily
Paid only once monthly
Father poverty is a gift.
Son nothing is ever enough,
Just ask your mum.

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The Garden

The garden is a living cell
A Monet' of colour
and still reflection!

Its life is onwards moving…
But still like the sun
forever in dusk or dawn:

A theatre of hearts

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