Mark Heathcote Poems

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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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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You'd like us to talk, well it's banal.
Your kisses inflame my thoughts,
like a war correspondent's journal
all they do is lead to more pot-shots
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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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