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Kevin Sharpe Poem
days become short
and carry cold promise
the curve of your breast
anchoring my memory
in sunshine
Copyright © Kevin Sharpe | Year Posted 2012
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Kevin Sharpe Poem
kissing
the Bellodgia sheen
between your breasts
i nestle my head there
and drift,
wondering ...
is it your heartbeat
or our futures
i feel resonating
inside of me
Copyright © Kevin Sharpe | Year Posted 2011
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Kevin Sharpe Poem
This place is no haven,
hated and feared
for the isolations found here.
Those caught outside
find it a gulf too harsh
and unable to cope
... peer hopelessly in
from behind the wide wall.
Celebrate escape
with a hundred
floaty balloons.
Shapes of my choice
in a multitude of colours!
But ask for the largest cylinder
... aah, who doesn’t love
the donald duck squall.
And $70 extra
to be clown for the day
in a costume you wouldn’t
be caught dead in.
Now there’s a thought
(laughing))))
... bond loss not an issue
if you’re not there for the call.
Songs of loves unrequited.
Loves unnoticed.
Loves lost and
forgotten by most.
Songs from long ago
and far away now playing
... on radio station WTFuk
soundtrack to a life made small.
But where is the haven?
There’s no escaping
the pain and the fear.
So option of choice -
return to sea
aboard the ‘Green Vet Dream’
... cancer’s a country
that makes boat people of us all.
Copyright © Kevin Sharpe | Year Posted 2011
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Kevin Sharpe Poem
An event unexpected,
a conception unplanned.
A future difficult to hold close
until the ultrasound shows ***** ...
the wonder of your daughter
yet to come.
Then on a Sunday
when life seems sweet,
a trip to the hospital.
You reborn into a world of loss
and hurt
and longing.
While we struggle to express our sympathy
with words
a dozen clichés long
for a life no longer viable ...
stillborn
a little past half way to birth.
And I don't even know
if she's named.
Copyright © Kevin Sharpe | Year Posted 2010
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Kevin Sharpe Poem
stay the same or change,
a love affair dilemma ...
none of us immune.
Copyright © Kevin Sharpe | Year Posted 2008
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Kevin Sharpe Poem
I Remember
I remember .....
when a woman cups her breast not in passion
she uses a softness,
a lightness that is alien to me.
It fills me with wonder,
and the bitter sweet heart ache of a need to protect her
from all hurt.
I remember .....
once, in the end days of a love dying,
the woman did this.
And the bitter sweet heart ache became unbearable
when I realised I was the cause of much of her pain.
The conflict within me was so intense,
I thought I might go mad.
I remember .....
I remember strange things
Copyright © Kevin Sharpe | Year Posted 2007
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Kevin Sharpe Poem
yesterday
the first leaves turned,
today
the ground is littered.
a summer without sun,
autumn in a two day ...
aah Beattie,
will your years
condemn
the memory of mine?
Copyright © Kevin Sharpe | Year Posted 2008
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Kevin Sharpe Poem
He has just found out she's pregnant .....
embracing her from behind he cups a breast for comfort,
and together they hold her womb
in awe of the moment.
Holding her close he whispers of his love for her,
how excited he is, how proud
that she's carrying his child.
He tells her that in all their time together,
he has never felt closer to her.
Embraced from behind, she leans back into him for comfort,
and together they hold her womb
in awe of the moment.
From a distance she hears him tell of his love for her.
Distracted, her eyes are on the horizon
but her gaze is deep inside.
She suddenly knows what it may take him years to know,
never again will he be the absolute centre of her universe
..... she has just found out she's pregnant.
Copyright © Kevin Sharpe | Year Posted 2008
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