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Kevin Bergin Poem
When we parted at the airport you left a part of you behind,
Your scent Lingering still on my shirts, my clothes my hands.
I crushed them to my face and breathed you in, my eyes closed, remembering you.
You smelled like lemons and flowers and strawberries.
You filled the room, every room with the scent of you,then left it behind.
A bewitching trail of love almost wild and untamed,
I still remember that smell,
You
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Kevin Bergin Poem
We Don’t Deserve
I read the stories
see blood in the margins,
names etched in shame.
Man’s hand, steady with the knife,
shaking only when called to kindness.
History isn't history.
It's breath on the mirror.
It fogs up, then clears,
only to show us
the same haunted face.
We burn what we didn’t build.
Crush lives under flags
we barely understand.
Skin becomes a reason.
Love becomes a crime.
And faith,
once meant to lift,
becomes the rope and the fire.
Tell me
how did difference become danger?
How did colour, creed,
or simply being
become enough
to justify a bullet,
a cage,
a silence?
There are godless things
done in God's name.
Things that make the ground
want to close its mouth
and never speak of us again.
We are a blot,
a bruise on this planet,
spreading still.
The trees ask nothing.
The rivers give everything.
The sky forgives daily.
But we
we do not deserve
a single leaf,
a drop of rain,
a shaft of sun.
We are a cruelty
that dressed itself in kingship
and called it civilization.
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Kevin Bergin Poem
The Quiet Between Wars
There’s a silence the news never catches
that loud hush between sirens,
as a mother counts her children
then finding one name missing,
but saying nothing.
Peace isn’t a dove, my friend
It’s a man returning the bread he stole.
the child translating anger and mercy,
A border guard lowering his gun,
because something human flickered inside.
We are all made of bruises and forgiveness.
The body remembers the chains.
as the heart keeps inventing doors.
testing barriers, calling names in silent voices
everyone's here waiting again.
Freedom’s never just a flag.
It’s your neighbours knocking.
asking if you’ve eaten today,
then staying for tea
because you became a prisoner in life
Equality is never in the fine print of treaties.
It’s that moment when the powerful
actually become the powerless
beginning to see themselves
in each other’s faces.
If there are any true gods of peace,
then they live in the quiet between wars,
mending our stubborn hearts
with the smallest threads of hope.
Knowing misplaced trust is foolish
Still, the world forgets to breathe.
Sprinting from outrage to remembering
somewhere a nurse hums in a corridor
while holding a stranger’s hand
As the moment is again forgotten
Through the darkest of hours.
Justice walks slowly.
held heavy with mud.
She’s always late
But she keeps coming.
Empathy’s not from sermons.
It grows in queues, in shelters,
in the awkwardness of kindness
people with nothing left to give
Except the silent
Some wounds stay quiet,
buried under polite talk.
And when the world’s done shouting
maybe then we’ll remember
the smallest prayer of all:
It's not victory.
not vengeance.
not a moment
not even love
It's hope.
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Around us the wind moves
not angry,
not broken
just tired of carrying us.
it doesn’t cry out or plead.
it sits in the chest
like a truth we cannot know,
a stone where song should be.
what did we do with beauty?
what did we trade,
for voice,
for sky?
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He walks alone through the hush of morning,
dew balancing like prayers on blades of grass.
above him, a red kite wheels as geometry drawn
and for a moment,he forgets what we’ve done.
the earth is still kind,still spills blossom from trees
we’ve maimed all that is good with our distain
let rivers write sermons through concrete and spillage.
yet even now,she forgives us, the mother can be kind.
As he stands beneath a birch that grows despite the plastic
coiled at its roots his hand touches the bark there’s warmth.
Its life refusing to retreat from it greatest enemy homoerectus
the weight and menace of opposable thumbs.
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Shame is not loud.
A forest torn like paper
Like the spine of a child’s book.
He remembers the fire,
The silence of bees.
Hears cries of nature,
Shame is not loud.
Its a SCREAM!
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We all build our castles from sand
Only to expect them to be lasting
You will never see the faces to smile
After your victory is measured by forever.
From the moment you should walk away
To the end of the road you have taken
It's your heart and soul this is your chance
The light is your opinion of good people
We need to be a caring person above all
Where all of us are perfect only once.
Sent to us like a challenge for life.
Revealed as just words of wisdom.
God and the dogs alike will never forget
The injustice of men who lie as they breathe.
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