Mark Heathcote Poems

I read today about a Pollack worthless as mud
Who married a woman no man should ever love
She wailed in great despair all day and night
So he drank and drank to numb the daylight.
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A cable car has me as its passenger
And it won't go any faster
This is precious cargo, it whispers
Please hold on to your britches
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Do you think screaming like a banshee on steroids is normal?
Well, it isn't dancing on ice.
But I can tell you, dear, your voice cuts ice, it grates like an ice
boot both day and night across my heart and through my soul.
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The wind threw aside the umbrellas.
Like a flag iris flower on a mast that mirrors the sky
Oh, what it is to be flung wide open
To dance and skate side to side
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Time has a baptism of fire
It's flames coil with desire
Kindle unspent leaps into flame
And hangs your head in shame
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It seems I am a dove without a hen once again
What can I learn after so many failed attempts?
The firing squad is drawing lots as to who fires first
That miscellaneous bevy whose only agreement
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Is love sustainable, I sense-it's-rare?
Like life on St. Kilda dangling from a rope
mid-air to catch a nesting cliff bird and
an egg or two, a meal, in other words.
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The eyes of a robot are not like a hummingbird
But they are not that dissimilarly the same
Big round ovals the colour of polished jade
Reflecting the light of today and tomorrow,
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When an individual heals,
the sun glows impulsively bright
when warring sides find peace,
there is boundless joy.
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The sunset on roses is a pang to my heart
when the night closes in with the wind
when the rain thunders and even the moon is drowned
in the spilt ashes of white and yellow stars,
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