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…
- Let Us Breathe Abdullah Like Under Water -new-
- Anecdotal Love -new-
- An Hour Of Your Time -new-
- Choirs In The Night Wake Me -new-
- Oh, Eternity -new-
- Afrikaner, Caribbean -new-
- Mamas' Kitchen -new-
- Cottonseed Bloom -new-
- Animal, Carnal Attractions… -new-
- Blue Beginnings Need Happy Endings -new-
- White Ash Sapling Trees -new-
- There Is A Rose In Every Candle -new-
- As Ever I Did When -new-
- What Is Your Calamity? -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
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.
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.
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.
War, War, War
Run, run, run children take flight Row, row, row with all you’re might Swim, swim, swim don’t die young Try & try to remain upbeat & strong.
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.
The Smoking Bishop
Made with a Seville orange stuck with cloves
And slowly roasted drank and eaten with loaves
Grate in some nutmeg with a race of ginger
…Rind of a lemon it's heavenly, winter.
"A famous drink known as the Smoking Bishop,
It once was the popular, winter ticket.
In Victorian England at Christmas time"
But nowadays we simply call it Mulled wine.
Served in bowls somewhat shaped headgear resembling