Mark Heathcote

Gold Star - 21,161 Points [none] (22/03/66 / Manchester)

Mark Heathcote Poems

681. Honey You'Re So Hot 2/16/2012
682. Hook, Line & Sinker 2/17/2016
683. Hope 7/4/2013
684. Hope Gardens Every Whisper 8/5/2012
685. Hopes & Tears 8/21/2011
686. Hoping Against Hope 9/5/2015
687. Hoping His Soul’s Heart To Unlatches 2/13/2014
688. Horizontal Horizons 1/14/2014
689. How Can I 1/25/2017
690. How Could You Forget? Me? 10/1/2013
691. How Did I Forget My Shoes? 8/18/2014
692. How Far Can You Throw A Small Stone? 9/21/2015
693. How Many Crushed Cicada Insects Once Were We? 11/13/2013
694. How Raw Is Life 11/30/2015
695. How Things Have Changed Today 9/28/2014
696. How We Too Are Now Like Gulliver 3/24/2016
697. How Wrong Was I 3/15/2016
698. Howl At The Moon 10/24/2016
699. Humanitarian Help Worker 10/24/2015
700. Humanity Is Often A Place Of Forgetfulness 11/14/2015
701. Humble As A Bird 2/16/2012
702. Hummingbird 11/25/2012
703. Hyperventilating 3/14/2014
704. I Am A Chameleon Can't You See Me 12/3/2016
705. I Am A Harbour To Wind And Thunder 11/12/2015
706. I Am A Poet At Night 8/30/2014
707. I Am A Snowfall At Your Gate 7/13/2014
708. I Am But A Shadow 12/8/2012
709. I Am Forever Spun Dizzyingly Around… 11/13/2013
710. I Am Here 8/19/2016
711. I Am Here, Here Is Me 10/27/2015
712. I Am The Sunset 5/2/2016
713. I And You Were Both Together Saved 2/23/2014
714. I Blew The Dust Of His Black Velvet Wings… 2/16/2012
715. I Call Upon These Thirsty Demons 1/11/2015
716. I Can Feel The Wind Changing 9/11/2016
717. I Can Hear A Hairpin Fall… 10/5/2013
718. I Can’t Help Wonder Why I’m Here Alone 1/10/2014
719. I Can't Answer Every Question 5/26/2016
720. I Can'T Avoid His Crown Of Thorns… 8/5/2014
Best Poem of Mark Heathcote

River Street Urchins

River street urchins
The gutters are swelling
[Waiting] for the sky—you, I
To reach—the storm drains of joy.
Before we go
Before we let go.
We too will rain

River street urchins
Before we go
Before we let go.
We too will rain
River street urchins

Paupers oh, so giving, don't you know.
We'll queue in the streets
And pray to be free
Till we go
Before we let go.
We too will rain
On every official bank holiday parade:

Till we're free till we're free
Till we're free till we're free
Till we're free to go
We'll never ...

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The Bride

Hewn from the strata of galaxies demure!
Inured with witchcraft; heartbreakingly, pure.
The bride wears her wedding-dress like haute-couture
Dressed in her heavenly gown made by Channel or Dior!

Poised like a vision, sumptuously, dressed and veiled.
She; supernatural swan like sailed…
Stunningly, intoxicating; like a little creature divine!
She takes up her grooms arm whispers thou, shall be mine.

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