http://slow.writerscafe.org/markheathcote The original writings of author Mark Heathcote en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775996412 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15                           Haveyou ever been that lonely?      Youcouldn’t fall asleep at night.      &n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/markheathcote/1394257/ Turnedby a waveOnethat can saveOnceso hard faced Now - fullof grace.  Turnedby a waveOnethat can ultimately saveI’vegot the wind in my sails…As loveand forgiveness prevails. Turnedby a waveOnethat can ultimate.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/markheathcote/1392758/  When; dark& light Sicklemoons play harpEscarpmentsher side shone Even brighterthan, ever…Here, hishand swam like coy carp.Where delicatelythe dews moisterClings,comes together in warming cloister. …Even beforethe stars h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/markheathcote/1391299/  Love hasa sense of destinyHangingaround on a web, Feebleas a cocoon espritWith, snowon the dissent. Erie wingslike snow cloudsDream ofa garden unexploredWhere therecold shroudsCan, meltin eternal concord. Lovehas a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/markheathcote/1391296/              Her tears have woken! Perched; blackbirds, quenched two,suns.Her tears have dried and are now dead.Her tears have flown and washed away-The underbelly, Soft silts of clays that lay in her r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/markheathcote/1385704/ Your skin wet like lightening quiversPeels sheds like a snakeskinWhen; quicksilver sliversRoll aback into a boat to sea.Aroused as something else… Watch the stars collide collapse Sugar salts sweat crystalized foreverMolding faces into identical caps.Sexu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/markheathcote/1385702/   I feel I’m in a pollen lily waveHeady with trembling allusions touchingIn a darkened bed reachingBeneath satin sheets he depraves me.I’m suffocating dripping with dewHeavenly he knows me too…Deep down; he takes rootSpiralling…Like a moth in .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/markheathcote/1316261/  Mr ValentineFind me acupid’s arrowMr ValentineShoot itthrough her heartOne good shot Should make itsmark One good shotShould makeher mineMr ValentineFire this herecupid’s golden bowMr ValentineShoot a cupidsarrow t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/markheathcote/1316096/   Should a tear fallblinding us two in a feud. And you dare notspeak my name! Ever again thesame, its then I’ll agree…I was wrong witha lame excuse. I cling to youlike a serpent bent on thee. No matter therain the d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/markheathcote/1316050/  There is acanal orange in colourWhere clayleaves its silt remains…That’s how Ifeel about you too. As thoughyou’ve floated on through…And thoughyou’ve coloured me!Those slitshaven’t stuck on to you&hellip.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/markheathcote/1316029/ A heavy metal song! Apologies http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/markheathcote/1315763/  Yours and… Heavens fatenobody knowsIts beauty is likea purple Damask clusteredroseWe all knowits blooded thornsBut nobodyknows… Where; its sunsets,rest yet. Heavens fate nobodyknowsIt’s likethose snowy ice.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/markheathcote/1315701/  Your cares arelike distant whispersJust how didyou miss me?When you wentaway…How did you turnaway and not kiss me. Did I not meananything? Whilst you;were far away…Was I justlike the sounds you hear in a shell?Seven sea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/markheathcote/1315679/  I’ve got acoat and a hat standBut I’ve gotnowhere I can restI’ve got ahouse in Rio GrandeBut it rainsalmost all of the time. I’ve got alarge 4 wheel drive family carI’ve got my alimony"But I neverwanted your.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/markheathcote/1315661/    Warm winter lips Like hypnotic cloudsLift me up to the starsWhere the darkness enshrouds,You were Jupiter and I, I was Saturn’s mystical rings Laced around you’re… Inner; circling clothing arms.Warm winter kisses gravitateLike the humming of .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/markheathcote/1315658/     As Celebrations day, approaches us            We promote independent living, We celebrate diversity in harness Yes, we’re all rejoicing... We’re rejoicing in our communities Within our own hom.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/markheathcote/1312046/ Oleg LeonovNone other is in my heart but you                  You are the tread of morning dew That trails a path though my soulSprings a love where rivers unroll… Y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/markheathcote/1309421/                                                  &n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/markheathcote/1309363/ I have a tear that will be mine forever moreBut it won’t fall… it’s been there frozenIn my tear duct waiting for a meltdown pourBut it won’t be moved, not even for you my chosen.Not even for you my chosen oneNot even if it proves you are the oneYou are the one my love, The o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/markheathcote/1272513/  “I” or should I say my dearest friendWe have noted every difference…Since our loves, charade ended. I go to churchand I count my penance… As you mydearest tests my temperance. I long for you on that tall barstool….. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/markheathcote/1269484/  Money can make you rich beyond compare       Its vault needs guarding the little it does share.A wealth derived from riches aloneCan be just one half; of a frugal wishbone.“The half held back” just maybe, what islonged for?.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/markheathcote/1268332/  What is there to shelve but our memories?   At first we fill a dozen albums a year…Seems easy; like teaching knowledge at Emory'sBut as age surpasses our smooth veneer…  We simply forget; what it was we’d done yesteryear.We liv.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/markheathcote/1267985/  I went from longing to antenatal classes          This was after a period of exquisite lustWe never made the bed. Never learnt or foundtime to adjust.It was love making, dawn to dust; sticky molasses. But now.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/markheathcote/1267927/ Take out my denturesBreak out my pills... Take off my spectaclesPlump-up my pillows. Break mystring of pearls And curl mytoesLet my hairrollers electrify you And straightenout your kinks. Oh how we’dtangle-up in those sheets.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/markheathcote/1267517/ I have a bullet or a rocking chairA young skeleton or a fairy crownWhich one do I stick around for?One is imaginary: The other is a dumbing down…What is reality and where can it be found. A star ship travels far from where it started fromOr was it a saucer.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/markheathcote/1267472/ If astone sinks                                              &nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/markheathcote/1266531/  The day opens its wings, a bird for youDiamonded in wet; morning dewThe night sparkles like a dark rum for youSequined; in cloudless, silver stars for youOh how the world belongs to you:And how, I’m also"beholden to you. You’re force of nature a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/markheathcote/1266368/ What is loneliness to me?Who was born lonelier? Who was lonelier born - than I?…Lonelier than a bedtime story, Never told: Because it to�"Would only be an unbelievable folklore.Because it to would only be a fairy tale.What is loneliness to me?Who was born lonelier?.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/markheathcote/1266025/  Let the wind take control of the tiller Let blathers change the idle weatherWho am I to see those hungry dead?Mount visions above my bedspread.So, they wail for forgiveness - mercy!!!But, I’m not their judge nor direly,Their executioner, henceforth, be gone. I am only 6.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/markheathcote/1266003/  Ihave a heart to share in I can’t replicateBut Ican always stick like glueBecausethere’s no other like youI canwalk and flicker the likes of a candle with youBut myflame will never expireAs longas I have youIhave a heart I can’t p.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/markheathcote/1265574/  For every birth there is a cryFor every dream there is a waveThat recedes on a worn out lie For every figurative metaphorThere is a simile of you on my mindFor every rueful discrepancy There is a songbird singing in the sky Oh just to f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/markheathcote/1265523/ This a very old poem of mine. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/markheathcote/1264835/  I have a rose she’s all petals and thorns.“Well it’s all in my stove-ah “I begged her for no mercy, I cried for no lies,I just wanted her rouge-rose-bowl-bed of petals I just wanted to fall into her red-ravishing-skies. And there dev.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/markheathcote/1264587/   “Rest your weary wings upon the air”… Let the wind of love carry you here Carry you there - as long as it, Submits to roost with me my, tit.   “Let god’s love give all else wings”… Egrets on the peak of a mountain: They&rsq.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/markheathcote/1263927/ For mothers who feel unloved... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/markheathcote/1263915/ An owl the colour of snow Casts a shadow of surprize A declaration! That now there’s no sunrise. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/markheathcote/1263907/  There is a cycle to all this our miseryI for one! Don’t doubt it’s all fixed.We’ll have 5yrs in thirty of prosperity… Feelings akin to a jewel thiefFollowed by 7yrs of deep recession… So at least ten out of every thirty, We’.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/markheathcote/1263129/ A ganging ocean washed over meWhen I was young, I was already oldWhen I loved, it was a careless love That washed over me. Yes, it was a ganging mountain rangeThat stood and stamped around meSo I grownup hard and estrangedAnd my heart I short shrift upon the wind.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/markheathcote/1263095/ It was I fed those stars into your mouthThis is normality, isn’t it?Every fibre rushes forth forks of lightningAs rain spills over the gutters.I am aware - our destinies are interlinkedThat even now our shadows have mergedAs one! Even now I sense her gravity,Her grasping, will, i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/markheathcote/1262997/ A very dark poem this one. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/markheathcote/1262984/ It’s great to have morals…And, lord them like laurels.How few of us have them"In truth we acquire them.Honestly, from time to timeThese slack, smiles, only mime“What loosely, they can’t hide”.Why"scorn is naked ‘poolside’.And, I’m than.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/markheathcote/1262953/ “Redemption” does it come with a sell by date!If it does I fear I’m already too late! See I’ve done my bit of blasphemy disrespectfullyBut I’ve turned over a new leaf - oddly.So, I query my past transgressions in earnest:I’ve made many mistakes and was .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/markheathcote/1262942/  I’mgoing to my winding sheetBut notbefore I close my eyesOnly becauseI need to restAnd Ican’t stand lies… You knowit’s dark. When�"Even thegiraffes can’t see the stars.And I’vestretched .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/markheathcote/1261055/ haiku http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/markheathcote/1260951/  You exposed your beauty and my heartIt drank deep in paradise And my heart it beat thrice a second…Unto look deep in your eyes. Under the hood of a streetlamp in the moonlight I was lost for wordsThere wasn’t a songbird to be seenBut .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/markheathcote/1260946/  Did the ground fall from your wingsDid the turreted stars arrow down in the wind…Did your heart meld all summer with his sun?Did you flicker in a flame, golden and sanguine? Did you see the hands of time stand still andchime.Did you hear the solar syst.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/markheathcote/1260887/  Shadows voice their secretsIt’s like those starsfluttering, Burning, in their coals...And you, you coke myheartsUnanswered questions Like garnet stones. Your bodies heated FurnessIs like the centre of aroseWhere shadows speak So .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/markheathcote/1260618/  I’m a carpenter in my mind I’m a poet and a painterBut I’m sure I’m not a singerLike you!I’m sure I’m a builder living in a shoeAnd I’m sure I believe I’m in love with youWe’ll have 2.3 childrenOr a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/markheathcote/1260602/ My hearts like a calling seashell  Subliminally, I’ll always love youMy hearts like a calling seashell I’ll always hear you On the shore of my soulWaiting for your sweet return my darling… Subliminally, I’ll always love youWithou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/markheathcote/1260552/ There arehearts in a charadeThat cannever be litWhose shiningpatina is constantly on the blip?  With bricks,trowel and a spadeThey’d builda concrete wall.Never; allowing,their inner selves to glow or pall. They’ll livealone and .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/markheathcote/1260526/