Mark Heathcote

Gold Star - 21,795 Points [none] (22/03/66 / Manchester)

Mark Heathcote Poems

361. Crisscrossing The Sahara’s Of My Mind 2/2/2014
362. Criticism 8/8/2012
363. Crow Creek 9/7/2014
364. Crow… 11/25/2015
365. Crown Of Roses 1/27/2015
366. Cruelty & Barbarity, They’re Twin Brothers 11/15/2015
367. Crying For Her First Emperor… 9/24/2012
368. Crying On Death Row 3/3/2013
369. Crystals Of Light 5/18/2015
370. Cut Me Some Rope 2/14/2014
371. Dahlias 7/14/2016
372. Daily Playing Empty Tin Soldiers 9/27/2015
373. Daisies 7/29/2014
374. Dam Waters… 3/3/2013
375. Damask Rose 2/16/2012
376. Damned If I Do Damned If You Don'T 7/24/2014
377. Dappled Light 3/26/2015
378. Dark Habits 4/11/2014
379. Darkness To Be Made Light! 11/25/2012
380. Darling All I Ask 1/2/2015
381. Darling, You Might Want To Eat Me 4/4/2016
382. Daybreak 2/16/2012
383. Daylight Love 2/3/2013
384. Days Swiftly Passing 2/16/2012
385. Dear Old Dead July 8/5/2014
386. Death - Mischievously, Cheekily, Asked 7/3/2013
387. Death And Renewal 3/7/2016
388. Death By Electrocardiogram 2/11/2013
389. Death Is All Of This? 4/29/2013
390. Deaths Figure Sentries A Look That Could Kill 1/22/2015
391. Decanter The Wine 8/7/2014
392. Declaration 11/7/2013
393. Decorum 7/9/2013
394. Deeds That’ll Replenish Evils Recompense 1/16/2014
395. Deer Antlers 1/20/2017
396. Deliverance 10/27/2015
397. Deserts That Have Never Cried 10/7/2013
398. Did A Tear Make This Ocean? 5/9/2013
399. Did It Prevent Your Sun Kissed Dreams? 7/30/2012
400. Did The Ground Fall From Your Wings 11/2/2013
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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Light & Shade

As we step out of these shadows, we see
Sunlit corners, unravelled; as children,
We hide, swirl around like autumn leaves
Passed over during, others autumn, fall time.
Still, as ferns opening, trembling, reflecting
On our innermost excitements, we see
Brought, back into the light new-world-skies
With this light of discovery, our brevity is-
'All practising light & shade is here for life

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