Mark Heathcote Poems

Is this the night of the 'coffin fly? '
that will riddle down 6ft under
deeper than deep
in short bursts of running
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I‘ll plummet from here on in.
Dive into the depths of love
I‘ll gladly sink or swim
gaze at her beauteous
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Still, waters, moon-reflected
Let me swim through you
And drown my sins in their sorrow
In their darkness, I have swum
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Mother-nature what is the essence of spring
-does father berate you for turning back his sheets?
Does he wait in the wings with chilly deceits
Mother-nature you're waking up everything.
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God will save us for sure.
No need to worry, final
Children do not live in denial
God will save us for sure.
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Warm and snug - tight like a turtleneck
Tightly wound and sprung together
There wasn't a lever, could apart-us ever
We were two halves of a clothes peg.
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In love's summer wilting flower chains
You bind my hands in fire and then ice
Of my heart and soul, you demand flames
You then request I dance in a vice.
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Is he learning any new words today?
Dad says to the baby, planetary.
No, not 'plant a tree' but planetary
the baby mumbles back; plant a tree
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Weren't they wildly aggrieved at you?
Who would consult with these two again?
Share their food or drink their water
wasn't those Muslim women aggrieved at you?
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My soul is ready to leave this ceiling & go
Take the roof right off this trifling town
How far can you throw a small stone?
It takes a mile to survive if you're all alone.
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