Mark Heathcote Poems

The cat recluse is coming out to play
Pawing cotton balls, once more they say
Let her ravage your soul
She's leaving her bolthole
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Love and his adulterant infamy
It's a lottery
But don't they, go well together?
Baby the basement's free
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At the pinnacle of your fears
I hold your hands
To see those dark clouds depart
From my advancing, heart.
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I wouldn’t chase away the rainbows inside you
You’ve showed me nothing, I would change.
And also know there isn’t a mirror that hasn’t
Flaked off some silver-oxide or been cracked.
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Played harp with little or none flair?
But the birds of the air
Gathered to hear the affair…
Sure they'd be enlightened as Voltaire.
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Have you ever admitted?
Your testament to faith
Has failed you
Have you ever ran away
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Sincerity is a small feather
Rising on the wind of destiny
This is how faith survives
The fall… if your heart is breathy
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Sometimes I hear
Something that isn't there
That is how I know
You are there!
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My Tragedienne;
If you saw me in the morning
If you felt my pulse breathing
Reawakening all you’ve dreamed
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(acrostic)

My valentine, you are a gift to me
You are the-sun-the-moon and the stars.
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