Mark Heathcote : Writing

A beggar’s bowl bonanza

A beggar’s bowl bonanza

A Poem by Mark Heathcote


This life has a victim and a killer This life has a preacher and a sinner This life has a poem a four line stanza This life has a b..
 Vertigos you’ll never know…

Vertigos you’ll never know…

A Poem by Mark Heathcote


The mountains slow embrace gathers All to climb, to witness the valleys stars… It’s a paramour of love that won’t l..
Oh if only the rains came when I cried

Oh if only the rains came when I cried

A Poem by Mark Heathcote


Oh if only the rains came when I cried Then I wouldn’t have to disguise These tangled-up knots inside me When; I uncontrollably, cry. Oh if ..
My lover’s eyes change colour

My lover’s eyes change colour

A Poem by Mark Heathcote


My lover’s eyes change colourDependent on her and me her loverOh how I’m affected by the weatherHow she’s affected by my whateverMig..
Little dreadlock angel

Little dreadlock angel

A Poem by Mark Heathcote


Come and kiss me My little dreadlock angel Dance with the lamb, I’ll give you no quarter From my eternal love Come and h..
They know a place to witness our love

They know a place to witness our love

A Poem by Mark Heathcote


Listen to the raindrops crescendos To the leafs falling from the trees Listen to the stirring wind in the willows How it rises how i..
He cursed the church clock from the gallows...

He cursed the church clock from the gallows...

A Poem by Mark Heathcote


Beaumaris Gaol and Courtroom - North Wales the clock was removed he was the second and the last one to be hanged there inside the goal walls. I happen..
A bridge of joy

A bridge of joy

A Poem by Mark Heathcote


A bridge of joy The things we did were quite insane.But that's how joy came to pass…As we cut the turf and m..
I hear every bird song in a hymn to you

I hear every bird song in a hymn to you

A Poem by Mark Heathcote


Picture poetess Li Ching Chao (1084 - 1151) Written as a song...
I find fault with every tailored suit?

I find fault with every tailored suit?

A Poem by Mark Heathcote


Must I enter doors before they’re fully opened Must I take these iron heavily rusted keys? Must I stand either side of these two mena..