Mark Heathcote

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My stories

The oohs and OH’s... of a winter rose

Shyly, the distilled November— light! Exudes around; the blushing rose. Till then her beauty is unduly, contrite! Her virginal warmth; tingles, oohs,

Who wants to live on the cherry road?

Who wants to live on the cherry road? With its sticky stones under hoof Who amongst courts it’s fickle path Yet; still remains wildly, aloof…

There's no misogyny just government feet

There's no misogyny just government feet This whole system is corrupt… Such is man’s humanity to man. The whole world over It’s the survival of the fittest...

But it wasn’t my chivalry you were after…

I knew you too at once felt free. When the wind blew… through Your salt wet raven hair. You felt Newly born when the nightingale sang, Songs to your chambers—there!

Even the cuckoo has to find its layer...

All fledgling poetry starts in the stoic hearts nest Even the cuckoo has to find its layer... Somewhere near to ostracize the rest:

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