Biography of Mark Heathcote
I like all kinds of poems but I tend to gravitate toward eastern spiritual poetry.
My muse almost demands it of me. So you may find quite a few being poured out from time to time.
I all so write many songs, when the poem spring runs dry, as a form of creative writing.
I work with adult learning difficulties as a support worker in the UK. Home town is Manchester. My other interests are in gardening and art. I had a really poor education, but try to improve with every write. I hope you’ll enjoy visiting my writes…
- Tender embraces
- He isn't a vigilante
- Insulin couldn't insulate your passing
- Like Juliet drink from that vial and kis...
- Love what's in this potion
- Every day feels scripted
- Life's like a compote of the desserts
- The forbidden ritual
- My life as a small boat
- Faced with fears of a wide blank canvass
- I have perceived you enchanting
- Crown of roses
- Hearts thumping in lament
Mark Heathcote Poems
River Street Urchins
River street urchins, The gutters are swelling. [Waiting…] for the sky—you and I To reach—the storm drains of joy.
The wedding cake couple
The wedding cake couple Held hands on-top in vigil Clinging on to each other tightly There ‘I do's' written in song
Your kisses inflame my thoughts
You'd like us to talk, well it's banal. Your kisses inflame my thoughts, Like a war correspondents journal. All they do is lead to more potshots
Two poems of two line poems
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.
This is who we are
The biggest monument to peace Ever built was the Great Wall of China. Troubled times constitute bigger walls Fear is the fabric of life.
The sun has gone into shade And, turned a corner She will not be returning Not neither soon… nor later
I believe fate dealt me an albatross… A cloud for whatever road, I chose cross. I know its self-fulfilling prophecy: I'm a land creature quite obviously,
A father’s love for a teenage son
Who gave that almighty yell? Like a giant with a rotten tooth ache. “What in Lucifer’s name” this sour taste? “What in damnations name” that awful smell?
A Dripping Faucet Tap
There is this love Like an empty house With a dripping faucet tap There is this love
Just another river
For every day we span a torrent a river Another is placed in front of another Soul, searchingly, It's deeper & wider than any other —
WE should not fear injustice SHOULD its cruelty bring sadness? FEEL otherwise quietly, contented. SORROW is their shame cemented.
Water, water, water is it—god Water, water, water or is it just "God" like It seeds the universes— It's got that angelic, memory.
Foreign exchange students…?
Their all parasites He says. Fleas on His back and nape His tridents tail His fiery mane. They circle around His burning boils
Coach journey home
That day on in sustain unknowns Coming home - sand between toes She to me became a sea-witch. With bags of cheese sandwich's
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.