“Tall, handsome, friendly, funny and courteous,” are the words that Kervin uses to describe himself. Kervin St. Pierre is a resident of a community called Cedar Heights located in the industrial capital of St.Lucia (Vieux-Fort).
Kervin presently works with the Customs & Excise department of St. Lucia after being transferred from the St. Lucia postal Service. However, his writings skills may have forced many things to take backseat. Kervin started writing poems about three years ago at a time that he suffered his first broken heart. It was a way for him to express himself without lashing out his anger in any direction. This young man transformed all that negative energy and focused on putting pen to paper. The initial difficulties with writing rested in ease as time flew by. Kervin developed his own writing style and themes and has been pen-ing letters between blue lines and on white spaces. “I still need to work harder so I can achieve being a good poet. I hope one day I can publish a book of lovely and memorable poems. I write about mostly things that affect me as an individual and my friends as well,” was what Kervin said as he described his style.
His ingenuity in his writing has made memorable impressions on people already as he dabbles around with the softer words and tender grooves to create poems that reflecting his trend of thought. With so much going on in the world today, this young mind is utilizing his skill to do something he loves. And just like old wine getting sweeter and better through the ages, his poems have followed a gradual uphill climb to higher standards as compared to before. Every time he writes a poem, he perfects the inconsistencies and flaws of previous ones. There is so much to say about Kervin that could encompass his warm and loving character and good heart.
But for now, lets hear him say: “I love to meet new people, run, walk, laugh, play interesting games and most of all like to express my feelings by writing. These are just a few of my likings. I can’t sing as yet but I’m working on it, I want to be the next American Idol lol I’m just playing I’ll stick to what I do best and that’s writing.” Back to the Top
Lets read some of his poems.
A SOLDIER'S TALE
Is this my war?
Why am I here?
Can’t any one stop this war?
So much killing around me it’s hard to tell the difference between right and wrong.
It seems so hard to kill the enemy but yet so easy because you got no option.
This is war and in wars this will always be.
My fellow soldiers die every single day.
What is most painful to me is I have to leave through that tragic day.
Bloodshed and mayhem is all around me;
There’s nothing I can do except pray.
If I don’t get killed by the enemy the fear inside me will.
I’m so afraid though I appear to be brave.
I fear that one day the fright will consume me and I’ll end up killed.
It’s easy to pull the trigger but hard to live through what you did.
We fight proudly and bravely for our country.
Our country believes in us and we will surely make our country proud.
At times this war seems to be a losing war but when we remember what we are fighting for we suddenly gain strength to win this battle.
We will fight no matter how difficult it is because we are soldiers and this is what we do.
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LOST FRIEND
It’s almost a year since you went away,
Days pass by so quickly.
I still think about you each time that I can.
It hurts so much when I do,
I still can’t believe you’re gone.
You were so kind, compassionate, helpful, friendly and so much more.
It’s hard to believe that you’re not here.
I treat each day as though you were here.
But I can’t seem to fool myself for long because I remember some how that you’re not here.
It feels like yesterday that you were here with me, talking to me as a wonderful friend.
I will always appreciate and admire you, you done so much for me,
Gave me strength when I had none, gave me courage when I lacked and when I was down for the count you lift me up.
You’re truly a great and loving friend.
Oh how I miss you
I miss your smile, your touch, your look in fact I miss everything about you.
I love you as a friend.
You were always there for me.
I hope that you are in a good place, No! I take that back,
I know you’re in a glorious place and it’s called heaven. In Loving Memory of My Loving Friend Gayle Chitolie Back to the Top
CAREFUL
We meet someone for the first time
And we quickly become attached.
It’s not our fault though,
It’s just that the person we meet has what our hearts desperately need.
We have to be careful whose hearts we take
And to whom we give our hearts as well.
It’s natural for our hearts to be broken, that’s life.
What if we can prevent this tragedy, our lives as well as others would be grateful.
Hearts heal in time,
Revenge heals when taken,
Life is easy when enjoyed
These are just a few things we must take into consideration
In our short time spent in this world.
So live life to the fullest and be thankful you’re alive.
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MY LIFE
You think life is easy for me,
Well it's not.
Most people have normal lives but not me.
Day after day I awake thinking it will be my last,
I keep on wondering if I’ll ever see the light of day.
I’m always surprised when I awake to see that I’m alive to live yet another day.
The test and trial I go through is too much for me to bear.
Each day I have to survive by doing what I must.
My life is like a nightmare I wish it would be over.
Every now and then when I think it is over I start right back where I began; it’s like a never-ending roller coaster.
I have so much pain inside me I can’t seem to let it out.
Tears won’t come out of my eyes but I still cry within.
I’ve been doing what I must to survive, I don’t want to do it but I have to if I want to survive.
I have to sacrifice every thing willingly in order for me to survive,
It’s like I’m a soldier doing what I must.
I’ve never signed up to be a soldier but my life is like a battlefield and I have no choice.
I pray that one day it will change and I’ll be rescued from this life
But until then I’ll be a soldier on this battlefield called life.
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HELP ME
I’m in pain, so much pain that it’s unbearable to my heart.
I’m tired of all the wickedness that is in my world.
Pollution,Violence, suffering, betrayal and hatred are those things that hurt me so much.
I have heard the pains and sufferings of many,
Most people are reluctant to help and those who do help can only do so little.
It’s a shame to see my world in so much agony.
I can’t take it anymore can someone, somebody, some being of my world help me?
So many people are in my world.
Yet quite a few hear my cry for help.
What must I do, what must I say to reach the people in my world.
I love them so much, why can’t they love me in return.
Why can’t they appreciate me, take care of me, show me mercy because I love them so much.
Can’t they see I’m dying, dying of pain that they knowingly bring to me.
I can’t take it anymore can someone, somebody, some being of my world help me?
Wars come and go,
People come and go
But my love for you will never go.
Nothing can change this even though I’m hurting so much.
Why can’t they stop killing each other?
Why can’t they stop fighting each other?
Why can’t they help and embrace each other, show each other love and peace unite as one for the betterment of each other.
Stop hurting me!!!
I can’t take it anymore can someone, somebody, some being of my world help me?
The way my people are going I’ll soon be no more.
Their ways are unsatisfactory to me.
All what they are doing is beneficial to them but little do they know they're living a life of a lie.
They're killing me day by day and in return they will be killing themselves and their surviving future.
I’m losing strength day by day few have noticed and the few that have noticed can only do so little.
I see no hope; I see that it is impossible for my people to unite as one.
Nothing is impossible and I need, I want, I would like and love for my people to prove me wrong.
So someone, somebody, some being of my world please come help me!!! Back to the Top
FOOLED
So much Pain from my heart and it’s all because of you.
Feeling so hurt right now; wish I was dead.
I gave you my caring heart and in return you gave me such pain.
Why couldn’t I wait?
Why couldn’t I see through you?
You appeared so true and real; I was a fool to believe.
Instead you were just a fraud who brought nothing but pain.
Time passes by so quickly however I won’t be healed.
It will take eternity for my heart to recover from such a disaster of pain.
Tears run down from my eyes every time I think of love;
Now love doesn’t exist in a place that it once called home.
You were kind and generous to me,
Like a Santa Clause come true.
It felt like Christmas every day I knew you.
But you turned out to be the grinch that stole my happiness away.
Why couldn’t I see it coming?
Was I blind or just a fool?
You had all the qualities most guys would dream of
But you turned out to be just another dreamer.
I was so happy; at times it was hard for me to believe,
Time eventually passed and I bought into it.
What a fool I was to believe that I could be happy by you.
How could you do this to me?
How could I let myself be fooled?
I cry every day thinking of you; it hurts me every time I do.
One thing is certain I will never love another the way I loved you. Back to the Top
