Mark Heathcote Poems

I have a heart to share in I can’t replicate
But I can always stick like glue
Because there’s no other like you
I can walk and flicker the likes of a candle without you
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Let the wind take control of the tiller
let blathers change this idle weather
who am I to see those hungry dead?
Mount visions above my bedspread.
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What is this loneliness to me?
Who was born lonelier?
Who was born lonelier than-I?
Lonelier than a bedtime story,
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The day opens its wings, a bird for you
Diamonded in wet; morning dew
The night sparkles like a dark rum for you
Sequined; in cloudless, silver stars for you
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Our Love is a coppiced tree and if you
just take the time to let it season grow
my love, no matter how low it gets cut
it'll still grow tall leaves in the breeze.
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If it's night, my Paper Moon
There are just enough lit candles
Keeping it from; getting too dark
Ooh, just enough warmth my love.
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There is one lover;
I've come to know all too well
Whose eyes are like two faucet dripping taps?
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I wanted to be folded-in-your arms
behind protected closed garden walls
a fountain - I'll bend to the wind's breeze
'I summon you to bathe, ' lightning dance.
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Loneliness, was I contrite that night
When all I felt was emptiness
When river, panning out my heart.
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Poetry is like facing death by firing squad
It's like finding your sea legs
Whilst dancing with King Canute
To a spider's waltz that always excels
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