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Catullus 101

Multas per gentes et multa per aequora vectus

Carried through many nations and over many seas

advenio has miseras, frater, ad inferias,

I arrived, brother, for these wretched funeral rites

ut te postremo donarem munere mortis

So that I might present you with the last tribute of death

et mutam nequiquam alloquerer cinerem.

and speak in vain to silent ash,

Quandoquidem fortuna mihi tete abstulit ipsum.

Since fortune has carried away from me you in the flesh

Heu miser indigne frater adempte mihi,

Atlas, poor brother, unfairly taken away from me,

nunc tamen interea haec, prisco quae more parentum

now in the meantime, nevertheless, these things which in the ancient custom of ancestors

tradita sunt tristi munere ad inferias,

are handed over as a sad tribute to the rites

accipe fraterno multum manantia fletu,

receive, dripping much with brotherly weeping.

atque in perpetuum, frater, ave atque vale.

And forever, brother, hail and farewell.

Adonais written by Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822)

Wednesday, July 22, 2015

Marketing Career

(in Prose Poetry)

Marketing is the name…the game of wielding and dealing for capital gain in the country and in the town by the tongue. The competitive edge bringing out the best and worst of humankind; miss the mark…autumn splashes on her demonic smiles; the gush, lush of spring no more in the toes...the woes; the purchasing dollar higher than Everest; and marketers and racketeers play golf on her top, joyously shelling four-pees…these four-arm bandits; the consumers albatross…product, price, promotion and a place to store are the gods of the marketing world that consumers…honor sun up, sun down to ward off spirited debt collectors and foreclosure from their doors. Ha ha! Marketing careers are so exciting and rewarding when jobs are found. A CEO position is the ladder to climb...Missteps…fall…in the slime…pelicans in Mexican Gulf.

©Paterika Hengreaves

Sunday, July 19, 2015

The Tear-filled Heart

What a travesty? Set me free
From brutality, set me free

Your ways are far too agrestic
The vulgarity; set me free

Your lies; no Qantas jets you own;
From depravity, set me free

Even cats and dogs need respect
From bestiality, set me free

In your mess you have lost your wits;
No chastity; set me free

A rat will always be a rat;
From your vanity set me free

Your Texas ranch is my prison
From calamity, set me free

So many sad days I endure
From barbarity, set me free

Your world has become my nightmare
From insanity, set me free

I see clearly you cannot love
You must Cassidy, set me free

Your RiRi is on bended knees
Please, from tragedy; set me free. 

© Paterika Hengreaves
(July 19, 2015)

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Friday, July 03, 2015


Chantal smiled on each Bajan face;
Their prayers to God, God did embrace;

Now hurricanes and crop-over
Arrive, but with God as Chauffeur;

No blocked roads, no pot-holes and pimps
Can down revelers’ prance and glimpse;

So be watchful and be prepared;
Be ever thankful for lives so spared;

Businesses want folks to appear;
Go folks; but wait for the all-clear.

© Paterika Hengreaves
July 14, 2013

Cleanliness is next to Godliness

(Third Person Persona Omniscient)

“Water, glycerin, oil or gel”, she yelled;
And thinks kids don’t have a clue how to spell;
Anxious boys rubbed their heads before the bell;
Today, the tap runs slow; she said “Oh well,
Drench them now before their skins burn like hell”.
In her mind’s eye she sees water abuse
This issue she likes to bring up with Bruce

Lather every body part up and down
Face first; “What for?” he said “in front the clown”;
“Wash very well between those locks and curls”;
She said to him, “Get off my bloody nerves”.
“See now they all have eaten the hors d'oeuvres”.
Cleanliness is uppermost in Sue’s mind
Thinks gluttony is a child of a swine

“Hey, see those trees all dressed in coats of snow
On their trunks, leaves, limbs; Oh how well they glow;
Spring has come to wash them from head to toe,
Refreshed with food” she said, and so much more;
In her eyes she mused; spring is at man’s door;
She fancies prancing in crop-over band,
Sweet calypso vibes, with her toes in sand...

“Mom always sings in bathroom” said Michelle
“Then off she goes to work fields at Bakewell”;
She likes wearing shoes from Mademoiselle;
Holding noses they shouted as they ran
Thinking that skunks are hiding in bedpan,
In that house that is never spick-and-span;
To romp and roll with mahogany bird.

“Deadly tornado struck Oklahoma,
Wind speed has moved on to Arizona”
Said the storm chaser to the Governor;
Anderson Cooper from cable network
Said, “First responders’ knees deep, in hard work”;
Garbage and flattened homes carpet the scene;
Cleaning up all the mess is their routine.

© Paterika Hengreaves
June 2013/Barbados

The Scam

Yon spider! Look what mesh-like home he keeps,
Of lines and curves; of dangling, sticky threads;
A network balloons cross a sky so blue.

Kia Ora friends, do come into my whole
Wide world made particularly for you.
A scam, perhaps! To catch those freebies' hides;

With gliding moves, and amplifying eyes
On web, the strict logging commands much sway;
In walks today, a knave with vicious mood.

Surprised oui! Reached for mouse, the closest thing,
And crashed the net, then eight cookies crumbled,
Like trash to flood any recycle bin;

So what is this hoopla here all about?
A brain so vast, with panoramic view,
Of mankind's awesome, power tool embossed.

It boils up; oil for food and food for oil;
This warning, bolder than a cache of gold;
Terror on land, the sea and sky must stop.

© Paterika Hengreaves
March 2006/Ohio, USA

Monday, June 29, 2015


One day more I wait before I see Nat;
So much looking is driving me insane;
This waiting is making me really fat;
So he better be on that Boeing plane.
I shall welcome his many airport hugs;
And accept all those treasures he will bring;
While I hope that he pays those baggage thugs;
And plays those tunes that the Merry Men sing;
This musing is causing my head to spin;
Will his hair no lnger blow in the breeze?
Will I see a smile or pout near his chin?
Should I then hug him if he starts to tease?
What if this outcome is some puppet show?
This is something I do not really know.

 © Paterika Hengreaves
 (June 2000/Barbados)

Sunday, June 21, 2015

A Father's Day Ode

Not in Brazil, down-under and Thailand
But, within US and across Bimshire land;
Father's Day, is the third Sunday in June;
To fathers, men in mines of Monongah;
This day is yours and we hold you in awe;
Your helping hands, build family fortunes;
Whether a Jew, a Muslin or Christian;
Long before the Watergate drowned Nixon,
He gave, Fathers' Day its true holiday.

Fathers and those so-so-fathers alike!
Kids need, dads who don't ever take a hike;
Would green-ear men make good dads at eighteen?
Great dads bring feathers to household pillars;
Great dads bring smiles to family dinners;
Are deadbeat fathers few, and in between?
Every single child needs a good father,
And wifely mother who enjoys laughter;
Fathers everywhere! "Happy Father's Day".

© Paterika Hengreaves
June 16, 2011/St James, Barbados

Saturday, June 20, 2015

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Wednesday, June 17, 2015

Sir Grantley Herbert Adams

(in Acrostic)

Single and endearing acts perfectly carried out;
Insatiable desire to transform conditions for the masses;
Recounting his political brilliance, herein, out, and all about.

Grey's Inn molded his mindset to lifting poor masses from stirring molasses;
Reshaped the landscape; equal opportunities for all Barbadians before they die;
Abolished strangled grip of mercantile elite and plantations' iron fists;
Never again on his watch would colonial masters eat all the pie;
Turned the rite for poor masses to rub elites' shoulders equally in voting booth;
Legacy of this great "Liberator" in singled hand political move;
Every Barbadian with land or not the right to vote at twenty-one;
Yes, he gave universal adult suffrage despite dangerous path for himself and family.

Hail the man our "Moses" and the "Father of the Nation" our grateful icon born;
Economic advancement Bajans enjoy the "Great Liberator" of the ninety-fifties;
Rebuilt and rearranged the plants; "Father of Democracy" whose seeds bloomed in the sixties;
Better can be done and will be done with tools he fashioned for the nation;
Everyone of thems' lips first sucked the honey dripping from the bees
Resistance was no deterrent for this brilliant and articulate Caribbean Leader and Lawyer;
Trinidad and Jamaica frienemies jealous of his shoes laced his sweet tea with fleas,

And aborted his goal, the first Prime Minister of the West Indies Federation;
Dedicated he was for all Barbadians and the Caribbean, Queen Elizabeth knighted him;
At age seventy-three we mourned our hero, and named Airport after him on isle's south rim;
Memories of the great son of the soil lives in our minds and hearts;
Statesman he was; his statue sits at Government Headquarters as testament.

© Paterika Hengreaves
September 4, 2011/Barbados


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In plenty and in time of need
When this fair land was young
Our brave forefathers sowed the seed
From which our pride was sprung
A pride that makes no wanton boast
Of what it has withstood
That binds our hearts from coast to coast
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Do hereby make it known
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Are now our very own
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For past three hundred years.
With Him still on the people's side
We have no doubts or fears.
Upward and onward we shall go,
Inspired, exulting, free,
And greater will our nation grow
In strength and unity.


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Anthem 1

Māori Version

E Ihowā Atua,
O ngā iwi mātou rā
Āta whakarangona;
Me aroha noa
Kia hua ko te pai;
Kia tau tō atawhai;
Manaakitia mai

Ōna mano tāngata
Kiri whero, kiri mā,
Iwi Māori, Pākehā,
Rūpeke katoa,
Nei ka tono ko ngā hē
Māu e whakaahu kē,
Kia ora mārire

Tōna mana kia tū!
Tōna kaha kia ū;
Tōna rongo hei pakū
Ki te ao katoa
Aua rawa ngā whawhai
Ngā tutū e tata mai;
Kia tupu nui ai

Waiho tona takiwā
Ko te ao mārama;
Kia whiti tōna rā
Taiāwhio noa.
Ko te hae me te ngangau
Meinga kia kore kau;
Waiho i te rongo mau

Tōna pai me toitū
Tika rawa, pono pū;
Tōna noho, tāna tū;
Iwi nō Ihowā.
Kaua mōna whakamā;
Kia hau te ingoa;
Kia tū hei tauira;

English Version

God of Nations at Thy feet,
In the bonds of love we meet,
Hear our voices, we entreat,
God defend our free land.
Guard Pacific's triple star
From the shafts of strife and war,
Make her praises heard afar,
God defend New Zealand.

Men of every creed and race,
Gather here before Thy face,
Asking Thee to bless this place,
God defend our free land.
From dissension, envy, hate,
And corruption guard our state,
Make our country good and great,
God defend New Zealand.

Peace, not war, shall be our boast,
But, should foes assail our coast,
Make us then a mighty host,
God defend our free land.
Lord of battles in Thy might,
Put our enemies to flight,
Let our cause be just and right,
God defend New Zealand.

Let our love for Thee increase,
May Thy blessings never cease,
Give us plenty, give us peace,
God defend our free land.
From dishonour and from shame,
Guard our country's spotless name,
Crown her with immortal fame,
God defend New Zealand.

May our mountains ever be
Freedom's ramparts on the sea,
Make us faithful unto Thee,
God defend our free land.
Guide her in the nations' van,
Preaching love and truth to man,
Working out Thy glorious plan,
God defend New Zealand.

Anthem 2

God Save the Queen

God save our gracious Queen,
Long live our noble Queen,
God save The Queen.
Send her victorious,
Happy and glorious,
Long to reign over us:
God save The Queen.

O Lord our God, arise,
Scatter our enemies,
And make them fall;
Confound their politics,
Frustrate their knavish tricks;
On thee our hopes we fix:
God save us all.

Thy choicest gifts in store
On her be pleased to pour,
Long may she reign.
May she defend our laws,
And ever give us cause
To sing with heart and voice,
God save The Queen.

Note: The second verse of 'God Save The Queen' is commonly omitted.

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