Mark Heathcote

Mark Heathcote Poems

Restrain me because I want to bathe in your sun
I want a southern moon to shiver on you
from the naked shadows, I'd be casting all over you.
Restrain me; I'm like an applecart toppled over
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From my home beneath your window
By sight I love you
By divinity, I kiss you
By touch, I embrace you
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Father, poverty is a gift
ask any bird taking a rain bath.
Son, don't make me laugh
there's nothing but rain
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Let me fall under some natural-disaster
the eye of a storm picks up the hereafter.

Be felled as if by a random act of god,
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Fleeting as an ocean wave;
once, surge waters knocked us both for six. 'I know-
and it is as if only yesterday for me.
I held your hand in mine a lifetime ago.
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When rivers run cold, it makes you wonder if they were ever warm
Why we ever went skinny-dipping, swam naked in a thunderstorm
When fires turn to ashes, it makes you wonder did they ever burn.
Why was the air sulphur every other silent nocturne?
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River street urchins
The gutters are swelling
[Waiting] for the sky—you, I
To reach—the storm drains of joy.
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Do our dreams leave impressions?
Like fossils leave-footprints
why count our possessions?
With others be—wolfish.
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The still pools reflection, what clarity, within its deepest depths it holds?
Until a trouble mind bestirs, silts of time. Looking for what else unfolds.
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A river of stars
a bed of roses still in bud
we're but water lilies
learning to be rainbows
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You can fly and follow the stars
you don't have to cry
you don't have to crawl
you don't have to feel unbalanced and fall or be small
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A hand up brother, a free man's gift
we can share this summit in a handshake
it's barren; nothing to steal here or take,
there's no dividing line, African Rift,
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With barely a whisper
I was almost blown over
Like a straggling-stalk
Of green corn, I'm bent
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Wasn't it curiosity that killed the cat
I truly believe intelligent people do nothing
Knowing to do something unbalances the scales
Tips the world into further chaos.
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The wedding cake couple
held hands on-top in vigil
clinging on to each other tightly
there ‘I do's written in song
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I go missing at school when I'm
-seated-near-any kind of a window
eyes-glaze-over like a frost flower
that grows and melts in the blink of an eye.
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The sun has gone into the shade
And turned a corner
she will not be returning
not neither soon… nor later
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Life isn't a fairy-tale
It's a dog-eared storybook.
Then it's closed folks,
It comes to an end.
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In such a way it should be contraband
Her heart & soul fluttered heavenly south,
As a butterfly's wing kissed her hand
& then her cheek, & then her open, mouth
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If I covertly look into your eyes
I see before me my destiny. Clearly-
see my both hands resting on your warm thighs.
See our two lips kissing feverishly.
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Mark Heathcote Biography

I like all kinds of poems, but I tend to gravitate toward Russian and eastern-spiritual-poetry. My muse almost demands it of me. So you may find quite a few spiritual poems being poured out from time to time - I also write many songs, especially when my poem spring runs dry, as a form of creative writing. I work with adult learning difficulties as a support worker in the UK. My home town is Manchester. My other interests are gardening and art. I had a poor education, but try to improve with every written piece. I hope you'll enjoy visiting my writings.)

The Best Poem Of Mark Heathcote

Restrain Me

Restrain me because I want to bathe in your sun
I want a southern moon to shiver on you
from the naked shadows, I'd be casting all over you.
Restrain me; I'm like an applecart toppled over
soon, I will be showing you the core of my heart
how I've longed to touch you in the dark
and trace the horizon that lights up in your eyes.
Restrain me because I want to bathe in your sun
I want only for you, I hunger-for-you
there is no other star shine's-brighter than you.

Mark Heathcote Comments

Dinesan Madathil 07 October 2014

Mark Heathcote has been accidently met by me here. His late entry into PH is nothing before his being a truly prolific writer of poems. Mr Mark retains authenticity and is very genuine in voicing out his thoughts through his short and powerful poems. He says he likes all kinds of poems but he tends to gravitate toward eastern spiritual poetry. I hope to see him championing for more for humanity than for the world of spirituality so that he would make a difference. From a random reading of Mr Mark`s submissions I assume that he will soon be very popular in the PH as he is gifted with all the wherewithal for embarking upon the mission of writing good poetry. I wish Mr Mark all the very best ahead.

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Ovi Odiete 24 August 2015

An Endowed Poet....

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Sranisha Francis 25 September 2015

person of Faith...............

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Your new poem "Deliverance in the Wind"… enjoyed this brilliant poem. " Manacled limbs—they're no longer enslaved. / The yolk of who we are is the ruler of the brave. / I guess their hearts are war chests. /They'll never settle for anything second-best." Very uniquely expressive

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Kumarmani Mahakul 27 September 2020

Mark Heathcote is a brilliant and multi-talented poet who writes many beautiful poems on various topics. His poems are very pleasing in reading. We find high essence in his poems which is beneficial for society.

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Bharati Nayak 02 January 2020

Mark Heathcoat's poems I adore much.There is a rhyming beauty in his poems.And what a deep faith he carries in his heart for the Almighty and His creation! I wish you Mark that Lord always bless you and hope the New Year 2020 be one of bliss and happiness .

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Cheryl Stewart 20 December 2019

Beautiful ❤️

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Kumarmani Mahakul 20 October 2018

On behalf all fellow poets, PH family and our Mahakul family we offer a title of honour to poet Mark Heathcote born on 22/03/66 / in Manchester as, Golden Vision. From today onward he will be known as Golden Vision Mark Heathcote. This title of honour is offered to him due to his contribution to the world literature and perseverance. We hope all poets and visitors will accept this.

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God, he would catch a hornet on the wing Relish infinite beauty, not its sting.

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