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…
- It Just Nullifies Him On His Way… -new-
- How Raw Is Life -new-
- I’ll Just Show You Another Part Of You -new-
- Electricity… -new-
- Books Will Turn You On! -new-
- Someone Pass The Ketchup -new-
- Flown... Haiku -new-
- You’re My Stalker… -new-
- A Sea Of Senseless Victims -new-
- Words -new-
- Every Permutation Is Connected -new-
- Shine Like You’ve Never Shone Before -new-
- We Are The String That Holds The Kite -new-
- Does A Rose Not Have Thorns…? -new-
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.
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
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
The sun has gone into shade And, turned a corner She will not be returning Not neither soon… nor later
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.
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.
But Honestly What Do I Believe
The devil looks after me He doesn’t forsake me Like an elder brother he might taunt me But he promises to love me.
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.
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,
The garden is a living cell
A Monet' of colour
and still reflection!
Its life is onwards moving…
But still like the sun
forever in dusk or dawn:
A theatre of hearts