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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…
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
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
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
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
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...
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 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
A Poem by
Mark Heathcote
Picture poetess Li Ching Chao (1084 - 1151) Written as a song...
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..
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