Mark Heathcote

Gold Star - 22,345 Points [none] (22/03/66 / Manchester)

Mark Heathcote Poems

161. Apparitions' 1/5/2015
162. Appearances -new- 6/17/2017
163. Apprehensive Lovers… 2/3/2012
164. Arctic Hands 10/28/2015
165. Aren’t Words Apt? 4/21/2013
166. Aren't All Our Words Like Threadbare Cloth? 3/10/2016
167. Art Beauty And Lust… 10/20/2012
168. Art Is It A Finger On The Pulse -^- 10/3/2016
169. As A Cloud Seated To Envelope A Mountain 2/16/2012
170. As Ever I Did When 2/8/2016
171. As I Light Up The World 5/23/2013
172. As Summer Ends Autumn Begins 10/15/2015
173. As The Petals Fall 3/26/2014
174. As They Sing For Our Troubles 11/23/2016
175. Asexual 2/16/2012
176. Ashes… 3/24/2017
177. Ashtray Blues 4/16/2013
178. Ask The Waterfall To Stop Singing 10/8/2014
179. At A Certain Age 3/2/2016
180. At Dusk As I Urged The Fish Too Bite 5/31/2012
181. At That Moment In The Beginning Of Your Life 12/19/2015
182. At This Stage Of Life 'you No-Longer Annoy' 12/5/2015
183. August To November 2/16/2017
184. Autism 8/26/2015
185. Autumn Breeze, Wanders Purposeful 2/16/2012
186. Autumn Haiku 12/19/2012
187. Autumn Sonnet 9/7/2014
188. Avalanche 4/11/2013
189. Avenge Your Tears 11/13/2016
190. Baby I Should Question Why I Love You 10/7/2013
191. Baby Talk 10/20/2016
192. 'Baby Talk" 8/27/2014
193. Back On Earth 7/6/2013
194. Barbarity All Around Me 1/26/2017
195. Barefoot Instalments 10/30/2015
196. Barfly… 10/27/2015
197. Barometer Reading 8/24/2015
198. Bat An Eye 5/17/2015
199. Bat An Eyelid And All's A Forgotten Anguish 10/2/2014
200. Battleships... 2/6/2016
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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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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