Mark Heathcote Poems

A room of draft and shadow
of a cobweb tomorrow
and yesterdays of a thousand
-yesteryears yesterdays ago.
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Starting from the bottom to the top
Filling in the gaps from the bottom
To the top - dot to dot
If love could make the penny drop!
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Love is calling give me a chance
Give me one more reluctant chance
Love is calling give me hope
Give me a minute an hour
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You've shuffled men like a deck of marked cards.
But please choose your hand wisely, very carefully.
Because whatever cards you hold onto this tightly,
They'll never be right.
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Sitting here in the casement window of my soul
In two minds 'dancing in a theatre of dreams'
'Yellow on purple', I dream of you
Ah the Himalayas was cumulated in such a conflict
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Who brings me the tears of rainbows blue?
And smiles the choice of rose hips-hue
That brings to me the moon's gentle dew.
With kisses soft—as slender new.
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I'll love you all this world and back....
Till this feeling never goes away...
till all these stars in the heavens
have collided into star-dust
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You say you’re glad that now we’ve reconnected:
Introspectively, “I think anymore, takers”
Then a dullards-thought: Doesn’t the sea play cupid.
Crashing too surfs, falling into breakers...
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"Words come down, outer space
Mop my brow, dust these books
Upon the mantelpiece
Ignite the candle, long since
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Windup my sail
Like falling, leaves.
Windup these pirate tales
What no one else believes?
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