Mark Heathcote

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My stories

If it was not for the wind

By Mark Heathcote on Wed, 31 Mar 2010

If it was not for the wind I would be there in spirit Somewhere—embodied If it was not for the seas Volcanic ashes, tirelessly Mounting and moaning, Ever inwardly, groaning I would be there
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“5” Persian and Sufi influenced poems

By Mark Heathcote on Thu, 25 Mar 2010

Heedfully glowing of embers gently, vying. “O” tyrannies of love burn endlessly, undying... “O” dervish men dance and sing all—afire! The way of love lies in thy self-denying/nothing.
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I a bowerbird enlisted on my flight

By Mark Heathcote on Thu, 25 Mar 2010

Daedalus, my heart is a floating bird My wing’s a weathervane soul engird. Lord, the moon is a blinding godetia And the sun is a white tropic glacier.
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Where’s that crowning fortress

By Mark Heathcote on Tue, 09 Mar 2010

Where’s the fortress crowning that kingly belief? Only he is tort with a child tempers goal? He, “who strikes the lightening”, forms your soul
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The dying flame you might expire

By Mark Heathcote on Mon, 08 Mar 2010

Lord; you can extract the salt Out of the sea; But how lord do you decree? Too take the briny-sea out the salt. Lord; you can smudge a cloud Out of the skies;
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