Mark Heathcote

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My stories

Autumn’s beauty transcends

By Mark Heathcote on Mon, 07 Sep 2009

Autumn’s beauty transcends the joyous leaves That weep fallen! like the red-orange flame! In the swirl-leaping, gust-gutter: eaves. Sunrises ashen aglow his, aim!
Spiritual
Poem
Certificate U

Oh, Haven’t we all of us

By Mark Heathcote on Wed, 02 Sep 2009

Oh, Haven’t we all of us Once in awhile discovered? In a distant part Of his hearts fire Another woman’s ember Another woman’s lustre Burning behind his silent eyes
Love
Poem
Certificate U

I can promise you, I smiled.

By Mark Heathcote on Tue, 01 Sep 2009

I remember summer holidays They were continually hot and dry They were all of them scorchers... I can promise you, I smiled. Basking under those silver willows
Love
Certificate U

VII Stanzas

By Mark Heathcote on Wed, 12 Aug 2009

I What does it really matter? Like snow in its patter... If it’s to light for heavy—weather If love melts away forever! II Motion a kiss... At midnights asking!
Miscellaneous
Poem
Certificate PG

Seasonal affective disorder (SAD)

By Mark Heathcote on Tue, 21 Jul 2009

So seasonal ills lull my every mood Ice flows inward outward my thinking Never does the spring thaw lessen its rude Hold on my life; each day begs questioning.
Miscellaneous
Poem
Certificate PG

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