Mark Heathcote

Gold Star - 22,538 Points [none] (22/03/66 / Manchester)

Mark Heathcote Poems

681. He's Just A Bug On My Lapel 4/11/2013
682. Hey Misty 8/19/2014
683. Hijab 4/18/2016
684. Hippo, Haiku 9/9/2015
685. His & Her Roles Reverse 12/18/2014
686. His Bread Crumb Love! 2/16/2012
687. His Love 9/22/2014
688. His Love Belongs To Everyone 1/13/2016
689. His Words Are Apt To Do Her Acrobats 2/17/2016
690. Holi 3/24/2016
691. Holy Again As Divine Sapphire 10/13/2013
692. Home Is Where We Trust Our Eyes 12/18/2013
693. Honey You'Re So Hot 2/16/2012
694. Hook, Line & Sinker 2/17/2016
695. Hope 7/4/2013
696. Hope Gardens Every Whisper 8/5/2012
697. Hopes & Tears 8/21/2011
698. Hoping Against Hope 9/5/2015
699. Hoping His Soul’s Heart To Unlatches 2/13/2014
700. Horizontal Horizons 1/14/2014
701. How Can I 1/25/2017
702. How Could You Forget? Me? 10/1/2013
703. How Did I Forget My Shoes? 8/18/2014
704. How Far Can You Throw A Small Stone? 9/21/2015
705. How Many Crushed Cicada Insects Once Were We? 11/13/2013
706. How Raw Is Life 11/30/2015
707. How Things Have Changed Today 9/28/2014
708. How We Too Are Now Like Gulliver 3/24/2016
709. How Wrong Was I 3/15/2016
710. Howl At The Moon 10/24/2016
711. Humanitarian Help Worker 10/24/2015
712. Humanity Is Often A Place Of Forgetfulness 11/14/2015
713. Humble As A Bird 2/16/2012
714. Hummingbird 11/25/2012
715. Hyperventilating 3/14/2014
716. I Am A Chameleon Can't You See Me 12/3/2016
717. I Am A Harbour To Wind And Thunder 11/12/2015
718. I Am A Poet At Night 8/30/2014
719. I Am A Snowfall At Your Gate 7/13/2014
720. I Am But A Shadow 12/8/2012
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
Through a veil of silken snow
You're pale, your white beauty, maudlin?
My hearts beat speaking in 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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