Mark Heathcote

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

Mark Heathcote Poems

121. All That Matters Is Now 5/28/2014
122. All The Colors In A Rainbow 10/12/2015
123. All Those Amber Days Spent Uncurling… 10/31/2015
124. All Those I Should Haves… 9/18/2013
125. All To Show Some Self-Control 9/16/2012
126. All, My All In Chants 2/13/2014
127. Almighty Rain Clouds, Dark Come Hither 2/22/2016
128. Almond Blossoms The Deferring Sentence 2/4/2016
129. Alphabetical Gods 1/29/2014
130. Always Together They Ride High Amen 5/17/2015
131. Am I Insensitive? 2/16/2012
132. An Angel Walks In Snowdrifts 10/28/2012
133. An Arachnid’s Meal 6/6/2013
134. An Elegy For Dot 7/23/2016
135. An Enchanted Bridge 4/13/2016
136. An Hour Of Your Time 2/11/2016
137. An Inquiry Into Friendship 3/10/2016
138. An Ocean Without Parameters 4/1/2013
139. An Ode To Spring 4/16/2013
140. An Old Grey Banana Leaf 7/5/2014
141. An Old Summers Flower 11/25/2012
142. An Owl The Colour Of Snow 11/7/2013
143. An Unfulfilled Wish 9/26/2015
144. Anadolu Ponies 1/9/2016
145. And All I Can Say Is This Is Heartfelt 12/4/2013
146. And Be Worth So Much More Than Gold 1/27/2016
147. And It All Makes Me Happy 1/2/2015
148. And Lord Oh, So Benevolen 10/28/2014
149. And When He Saw Her, He Wondered With Great Admiration 9/9/2015
150. And, There We Are Like Betel Leaves 6/7/2015
151. Anecdotal Love 2/11/2016
152. Anesthetized Shock! 10/12/2012
153. Angels So Give Up Waving And Shouting 1/9/2015
154. Animal Instincts… 7/14/2014
155. Animal, Carnal Attractions… 2/11/2016
156. Another Chance 12/23/2013
157. Another Chance Is All I’m Asking For 12/23/2013
158. Another Valentine! 8/24/2011
159. Another Valentines 11/25/2012
160. Any More Than The Moons Aglow 7/17/2012
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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Candle-Wax-Sky

Pellucid blue-eyes, whoever told you to-be-wise?
Whoever said you could dream beyond the
Moon, lit, monolithic, midnight-skies
Drink-the-midnight-curtain of sleep
Into these waking hours
Where dreams can sublimely, creep
Around like a carnivorous green-flower
Like a sun spider sunning on a rock
Like a worm in the pippin of an eye

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