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…
- Slow And Crafty Like As A Fox -new-
- Now What -new-
- Sit Me In A Corner Of Your Heart -new-
- The Small Gift
- Kisses Of Perpetuity
- I Was A Friday Night!
- Botanist Sent To Find Me
- Dappled Light
- Fledgling Bird At My Door
- Yellow On Purple I Dream Of You
- Will You Not Ask Me In?
- But Honestly What Do I Believe
- Fortune Favours The Brave
- Unseen Grace
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.
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.
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
Poverty Is A Gift
Father - poverty is a gift Ask any bird taking a rain bath Son, don't make me laugh There's nothing but rain
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
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
I Want To Be A Hapless, Happy Bee
I want to dive into a flower Be engulfed by its desire I want to feel its living fire its power Source its One-sunlight prior.
Rumble In The Jungle
Give us some poetry? Ali. Me, we..? (A record breaker) These are the words of Muhammad Ali…
For The Moon Has Made You Her Sun
The moon has circled your sins Made a white wedding band for you You must to the sound of her violins Be wed before the morning dew -
A Flower Cut From Desire
The lotus is a flower cut from desire Whatever her hue, her petals attire She is the goddess that sank into — The muddy waters - arose anew.
I'D Pluck The Stars For Flowers
If I could bathe in dew with you Capture a snow drop longingly Descending on between our two Pursed pressed lips turning blue.
Thank You, Thank You
Thank you, thank you What can I do, for you? Because that’s what it boils Down too
Pellucid blue-eyes, whoever told you to-be-wise
whoever told you; you could dream, beyond the
Moon-lit, monolithic, midnight-skies.
Drink the midnight curtain of sleep
into the waking hours…
Where dreams can sublimely creep
Around; like a carnivorous green-flower
like a sun-spider sunning on a rock
like a worm in the pippin of an eye