Mark Heathcote

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StoryTen For The Ten Commandments (IP) well-wisher914 years 8 months ago
StoryNicknames for Aislinn Mark Heathcote415 years 1 month ago
StoryLove is the drug shoe815 years 2 months ago
Storyplease (don't ) marry me! shoe1515 years 2 months ago
Storythe affair shoe1315 years 2 months ago
StoryNo two people Mark Heathcote215 years 6 months ago
StorySpring Fever jennifer215 years 6 months ago
StoryEunectes Murinus Anna Marie315 years 6 months ago
StoryToothless Wander lenchenelf915 years 7 months ago
StoryHow royally Avant-garde am I? Mark Heathcote115 years 9 months ago
StoryNearly human (again) Nick.A315 years 10 months ago
StoryDo the British take their brollies? Mark Heathcote616 years 1 month ago
StoryVII Stanzas Mark Heathcote216 years 1 month ago
StoryA Lovely Day Jupiter1816 years 2 months ago
StoryThe Trouble with Grace Silver Spun Sand3016 years 2 months ago
StoryChaosity Kills jennifer216 years 8 months ago
StoryPenetrates jennifer116 years 11 months ago
StoryThe music of one’s love is deaf and dumb Mark Heathcote317 years 1 week ago
StoryA Cautionary Tale MistakenMagic217 years 3 months ago
StoryIn these cormorant hours spent swift Mark Heathcote217 years 3 months ago

My stories

O” child of mine grow no-older

Place your head upon my shoulder O” child of mine grow no-older. Less life’s platitudes make you stronger. Stay with me a little longer! Misfortune” rings her lowly bell

Like a little pot of gold

If beauty could let” her love to me” Like the white buds on a magnolia tree What a souls tapestry there would be What a freedom in my breast for thee Could I in truth set wing flung free...

Smiles the choice of rose hips hue

Who brings me the tears of rainbows blue? And smiles the choice of rose hips hue That brings to me the moons gentle dew? With kisses soft as slender new

O’ Maiden of a quiet, mournful, repose

O’ Maiden of a quiet, mournful, repose Wasn’t it not love at beauty’s doze That your sweet dark eyes spoke Of this emanated dew ragged rose. Wasn’t it a boy in manlier clothes?

The greyer the storm light folds

A soft temperance smile brakes From the bars of the raging sea; Where wave on salt corrosive wave Once purged loves sweetest melody. But age and faith are truer friends

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