Mark Heathcote
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What would you sing to this heron?A Poem by Mark HeathcoteWhat would you sing to this heron? Who can neither shudder nor dance But can spear comets with a glance How’ll she tease hope.. |
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Forked tongues redeployed…A Poem by Mark HeathcoteWhat is the need for life? Now death Is the serpent contained in your breath? The kiss of the world is a forked tongue Is it .. |
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I’d like to be known as sassy Miss SallyA Poem by Mark HeathcoteA song... |
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Absinthe at homeA Poem by Mark HeathcoteA song... |
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The blues of my vernal equinox…A Poem by Mark HeathcoteHave I again flown to the edge of the world? Like Icarus have I winged to close to the sun? Have I reached my boiling-point and .. |
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Have we lingered in their attic floors?A Poem by Mark HeathcoteOn hearts of angels have we trod? Heavier sorrows than the weight of sod Have we lingered in their attic floors? To glimpse,.. |
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PerpendicularA Poem by Mark HeathcoteHow did that web cut a horizontal line? From washing pole to tree What pendulum of imagined thought Swung it’s self into the face o.. |
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Forces that open a flower budA Poem by Mark HeathcoteForces that open a flower bud They’re found in our hearts core Emanating she is radiant love He is whispering amour, amour. Joy .. |
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Can strategies cause a tipping point in culture?A Poem by Mark HeathcoteThe earth has been shaped and forged For over 4.5 billion years, there is no hurry Ice formed and shaped the valley, Plates co.. |
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A broche of butterfliesA Poem by Mark HeathcoteI never did notice Deaths gape advancing… Peeking at, me. Until, I was watching him. I’d seen him in the close.. |
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