Mark Heathcote

Gold Star - 24,718 Points [none] (22/03/66 / Manchester)

Mark Heathcote Poems

1. A Backwards Look In The Mirror 6/21/2012
2. A Bad Thought Is A Message To 2/23/2016
3. A Beggar's Bowl Bonanza 11/1/2013
4. A Better Focus In The Wind Tonight 9/28/2013
5. A Bitter Froth Travels On A Night Wave 1/7/2014
6. A Blind Man Sayeth To A Shrew 1/25/2016
7. A Boorish Few 11/16/2015
8. A Bout Of Bronchitis! 7/8/2013
9. A Bridge Of Joy 6/5/2012
10. A Brooch Of Butterflies 10/16/2013
11. A Bullet Or A Rocking Chair 11/15/2013
12. A Candle Burns On The Mantle 9/23/2016
13. A Candle Flame 6/30/2013
14. A Candle Flames Tapper 8/18/2013
15. A Childless Woman 1/27/2016
16. A Child's Inner Snow Angel 10/31/2015
17. A Child's Leverage 2/14/2014
18. A Christmas Tree, Galleon 10/1/2017
19. A Cold Validation 9/11/2014
20. A Common Brother 11/25/2012
21. A Creaking Blue Door 3/25/2017
22. A Cup Half Full 1/14/2016
23. A Distant Kind Of Love 11/25/2012
24. A Dripping Faucet Tap 5/10/2013
25. A Fallen Petal Spoons 2/15/2014
26. A Father's Love For A Teenage Son 5/9/2013
27. A Fever Burns 10/1/2013
28. A Filigree Of Gold: 2/16/2012
29. A Fish Out Of Water 6/30/2013
30. A Flower Cut From Desire 7/17/2012
31. A Garden Never Ploughed 7/7/2013
32. A Gathering In The Distance 10/12/2015
33. A Gentleman's Question 9/17/2015
34. A Grand Old Dame 9/11/2015
35. A Gypsum Salt Mine Fills Marys Eyes 6/5/2013
36. A Hall Of Mirrors... 2/16/2012
37. A Heaven Seen From Heaven 10/17/2015
38. A Hermit Crab 3/7/2013
39. A Hoedown Love 4/18/2013
40. A Homeless Soul 12/28/2016
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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Pale White Beauty

Soft as the moonlight, glinting
On a veil of silken snow
You're pale - your white beauty, maudlin?
My heart beats speaking in an overflow
You, with your dark hair roving
Oh, Ivory shouldered, queen
There, where the barn owl, sleeping?
So quietly calm and serene
There, where the raven is feeding?

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