Mark Heathcote

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

Mark Heathcote Poems

361. Cottonseed Bloom 2/11/2016
362. Cougar Sunflowers 5/11/2016
363. Could You Image Just One Navajo Indian Tribe? 10/23/2015
364. Courage Leans On Faith 5/12/2013
365. Courtship 7/3/2017
366. Crab Apple 10/12/2012
367. Crisscrossing The Sahara’s Of My Mind 2/2/2014
368. Criticism 8/8/2012
369. Crow Creek 9/7/2014
370. Crow… 11/25/2015
371. Crown Of Roses 1/27/2015
372. Cruelty & Barbarity, They’re Twin Brothers 11/15/2015
373. Crying For Her First Emperor… 9/24/2012
374. Crying On Death Row 3/3/2013
375. Crystals Of Light 5/18/2015
376. Cut Me Some Rope 2/14/2014
377. Dahlias 7/14/2016
378. Daily Playing Empty Tin Soldiers 9/27/2015
379. Daisies 7/29/2014
380. Dam Waters… 3/3/2013
381. Damask Rose 2/16/2012
382. Damned If I Do Damned If You Don'T 7/24/2014
383. Dappled Light 3/26/2015
384. Dark Habits 4/11/2014
385. Darkness To Be Made Light! 11/25/2012
386. Darling All I Ask 1/2/2015
387. Darling, You Might Want To Eat Me 4/4/2016
388. Daybreak 2/16/2012
389. Daylight Love 2/3/2013
390. Days Swiftly Passing 2/16/2012
391. Dear Old Dead July 8/5/2014
392. Death - Mischievously, Cheekily, Asked 7/3/2013
393. Death And Renewal 3/7/2016
394. Death By Electrocardiogram 2/11/2013
395. Death Is All Of This? 4/29/2013
396. Deaths Figure Sentries A Look That Could Kill 1/22/2015
397. Decanter The Wine 8/7/2014
398. Declaration 11/7/2013
399. Decorum 7/9/2013
400. Deeds That’ll Replenish Evils Recompense 1/16/2014
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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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,
Nothing here to fight over and conquer
'So let us parley with one another
As if we're two kings' and discuss Sulphur
Ore and lumber and who is the squatter?
And spin a revolver; I own Ghana,

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