Mark Heathcote

Gold Star - 4,729 Points (22/03/66 / Manchester)

A Father’s Love For A Teenage Son - Poem by Mark Heathcote

Who gave that almighty yell?
Like a giant with a rotten tooth ache.
“What in Lucifer’s name” this sour taste?
“What in damnations name” that awful smell?
The likes of some teenage Jesus…
One who hasn’t?
Changed his innocence, or his britches?
Since he first; had, erroneous boyish itches.
Then, God with his thunderbolt’s…
Struck; plunged a toothpick!
And dislodged the mucus, and sighed…
“Be gone my son” into the world of madmen.
And, there finds a dovecot house…
In a child’s heart: Sublunary,
White as the driven snow…
And there smothers it, as your own!
With a giant bellows toxic groan.


Comments about A Father’s Love For A Teenage Son by Mark Heathcote

  • Gold Star - 36,724 Points Gajanan Mishra (5/9/2013 7:23:00 PM)

    very fine child's heart, I like it. thanks.
    I invite you to read my poems and comment. (Report) Reply

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  • Freshman - 714 Points Ace Of Black Hearts (5/9/2013 7:00:00 PM)

    What a strange perspective, but I've never really had a father or had a son so I guess somethings are above my imagining. Good Poem. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 9, 2013

Poem Edited: Sunday, March 23, 2014


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