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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)

Thursday, October 30, 2014

Planted Hero of Trafalgar Square

This square within a square
So many times those things
Before us, we don't see;
The changing tide we fight,
It with all our might.
Globalization is
The crust that holds firmly,
The economic pie
And nothing, is the same;
When the day has ended.

Do you stop to wonder
Why, sometimes tears do fall
Simultaneously, when
Those kisses  are planted?
Why good memories are
Made of bliss, and bad ones
Flow from those teary eyes
And terror everywhere?
How many times we see
A square, within a square?

How many times we see,
People squatting out there,
In the air and the rain,
Around Trafalgar Square,
Heroes’ Square, the swing bridge,
Central Bank and the pier?
In the symbolism
Are many images
That keep on appearing;

And those opposing views
We hear and read in news.
Now folks are crying out,
All over the land that
There stands a Navy man
In Trafalgar Square in
Independence Square with
Limestone eyes at Barrow,
Our national hero;
This sailor from Britain;

A square within a square,
No pun intended, but
This foreign Admiral
Of the high seas fought for
The British monarchy;
This Lord towers high in
The middle of the square,
Faced Broad Street; backs Broad Street
Close to those buildings for
 Parliamentarians.

This foreign sentinel
Guards prominent site in
Barbados, this sailor
With a gun at his side
Near the boardwalk that
Hugs the ebbing tide,
And this man with one-eye,
One hand sailed many storms
Swirling the seven seas
And Caribbean lands.

He looked at hurricanes
In their destructive eyes
On the sea and the land;
Yet he stands steadfastly,
Like the stately Royal
Palms near the bay, with their
Feet in sandy clay in
The porous coral ground.
This Norfolk Admiral
Gazes in full command;

Over harbor, the land,
The careenage and the
Tranquil estuary
Laden with all types of
Vessels mariners keep.
He watches ocean deep;
Wishes amid the stars
That he could again sail,
Blue Caribbean Sea
And mingle with Pringle.

At him everyone stares
But, their gazes are looks
Of admiration mixed
With condemnation at
His firm stance, demanding
So much more than a glance.
Tourists from near and far
Have come to pay homage
To noble Englishman
With one hand and one eye.

 With flashing cameras,
On this their Libra knight;
His stony face shines in
The hot tropical sun,
As he bemoans the bell
That chimes loudly in his
Ears like Big Ben every
Hour, and the hovering
Birds that shit on his head
And "ladies of the night". 

Colonial Bajans
Worshiped this Admiral,
'Cause at forty-seven
This Lord, a rector's son
Showed extreme bravery
In Battle Trafalgar,
Eighteen hundred and five,
Bajans  adopted Englishman
As their new found hero
In their "Little England".

Eight years after his death,
Westmacott’s bronze statue
Of this rector’s son was
Place on Barbados' soil
In Trafalgar Square and
His memory lives on;
In colonial breeze
But discontent surfaced
Concerning his placement
In the Trident nation.

Patriotic Bajans
Aired their discontentment
For this British hero,
Lord Nelson in their square,
Heroes Square, with Barrow,
Father of their nation
Their hero, who gave them
Independence in the
Year, nineteen sixty-six,
And sent back Union Jack.

To quell the discontent
That brewed on the island,
Trafalgar Square renamed
The Independence Square.
Discontentment remained;
Nelson's relocation
Aired, across the island;
Barrow must take his spot,
He is our true hero;
No foreigner will do.

Appeasement back on board
Because they want the votes;
So the Square was renamed
Heroes Square but still the
Controversy remains
On the land, because the
People want Nelson move
From Heroes' Square, a place
For National Heroes;
Not Foreign Heroes

The jury is still out;
Lord Nelson still usurps;
Politicians silent; 
The Trident people still
Waiting for the day, when
Admiral Lord Nelson,
This British hero is
Relocated to a
Place at the Garrison;
His final resting place.

© Paterika Hengreaves
(Barbados, 2003)


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Saturday, October 25, 2014

Prayer

(Hendecasyllabic Acrostic Reversed-Telestich)

Peace, perfect peace we ask of God, Our Father;
rich and the poor alike He gives the whole peace;
all He asks is to pray noiselessly each day;
your place He made greater than an amoeba;
eyes fixed to see His love here, there and yonder;
raining down like manna with transparent wrap.

© Paterika Hengreaves

Thursday, October 16, 2014

The Christmas Candle Tree

(In Ballad form rhyming abab)

















Oh yellow candle on green stem
Glowing beams in the sun
Captures the eyes from all of them
As they drive, walk or run.

Giving light of love at Christmas
So warm and inviting
Nature's presents for all of us
Candle tree is glowing.

In St. Lucy and way beyond
In gardens and roadsides
Candlestick's beauty is au fond
The love of light resides…

Oh yellow candle on green stem
Glowing beams in the sun
Captures the eyes from all of them
As they drive, walk or run.

I see in those candle-like blooms
Beauty and metaphors
Hope and Nature talking volumes
Baby Jesus is ours.

As Lucy wears her saintly crown
Of candle bush that heals
Gives way to chatter in Speightstown
The prayer plant reveals…

Oh yellow candle on green stem
Glowing beams in the sun
Captures the eyes from all of them
As they drive, walk or run.

© Paterika Hengreaves

Sunday, October 12, 2014

Rhyming Wisdom

If words have no meaning,
If words are empty suits,
With no roots or off shoots;
Then why are we speaking?
Then why are we screaming?

Why speak words unfeeling?
Why speak words misleading?
If words have no meaning,
If words are empty suits,
With no roots or off shoots.

Why speak words of passion,
In linguistic fashion,
If words have no meaning;
If words are empty suits,
With no roots or off shoots?

Why humans have this gift,
Non-persons a makeshift,
If words have no meaning,
If words are empty suits
With no roots or off shoots?

Words have consequences,
And Words make sentences,
With heaps of imagery,
To lead divergent thoughts
Through webs of juggernauts.

Words do rain down judgement,
On the past and present,
With heaps of metaphors
To lead divergent thoughts
Through the rich and have-nots.

All words do have meaning;
Words are not empty suits;
They grow roots and off shoots;
Flush all the vitriol
Down toilet once for all.

Bridle flapping red flag
With civilities' tag;
For words do have meaning;
They are not empty suits;
They grow roots and off shoots.

Tone up red flag daily;
Christina sings brightly;
Ever Green with meaning,
Growing roots and offshoots;
Words are not empty suits.

Sunflowers light snuff out
In Arizona's drought
Drying tears with sane words
Tucson's love swamps the throng
In speeches and their song.

Spread sunflower seeds around;
Where frienemies abound;
In our thoughts and deeds;
Tolerance grows good seeds;
In democracy's ground.

© Paterika Hengreaves
Thursday, January 12, 2011/12:31 PM
Cassia Drive, Barbados

Saturday, October 11, 2014

Humanity Rose




















To great extent, people mean so much more

In the jails we lock up males and females
Nevertheless, people we must adore
With human kindness let no one curtails.

People like roses are found far and near
Among Asia and lands across the sea
Petals are those families there to care
And cherish those colours and names we see.

The mind becomes the interpretive dance
As eyes behold the wonderful valley
In Arkles Bay where trees do dance and prance
Around those homes, children do play gladly.

As delicate as rose-petals unwind
But tough as thorns, which grow to guard the stem
Yet beautiful mid shine and rain behind
The rainbow of love from us we give them.

Fragile is life, and round the globe lies strife
Nature is stressed; oceans in deep motion
Tsunami waved to cut with butcher's knife
With vengeful acts, God's work of creation.

As folks did eat beneath the Christmas tree
Never a thought that plates would crash on floor
Instincts made animals and birds to flee
The leap-year tide did wash dead shoals ashore.

The day Tsunami washed away the ground
His waves were more that fifteen meters high
The pelts of folks did carpet ground around
Heaps of carrion fumes perfumed the sky.

The blooms of earth did wash away that day
By Davy Jones a fraught with bloody rage
On Boxing Day beneath a sky so grey
Now growing poppies write their story page.

What great sadness lingers in minds not clear
The loss surpassed Ivan in Grenada
This catastrophic blow still Ache's fear
That sent after shocks beyond Nevada.

The heavy ruin plays on most CDs
To cue the minds to graves with drab decor
As fingers scratched for life amid debris
They longed once more for blissful days of yore.

To keep this hope alive with will to strive
Humanity rose with great devotion
As people across the globe took the drive
They sent dough to souls with deep emotion.

Their cries of praise reached on high Jehovah
For hearts of gold that eased the souls' laments
To lands of the Asian Diaspora
Life-water flows out of those gory tents.

© Paterika Hengreaves

Composed in Arkles Bay, New Zealand on Boxing Day 2004 after watching TV footage on the aftermath of the Asian Tsunami and the billions of dollars collected from around the world to assist the recovery efforts of these Tsunami survivors.

Who is this "Davy jones?"

"Davy jones" means the bottom of the sea or ocean

According to the Etymology Dictionary, this term first surfaced in "The Spirit of the Sea" in 1751 in Smollett's "The Adventures of Peregrin Pickle (Chapter 15) as an ominous and terrifying fiend who presides over all the evil spirits of the deep, and is often seen in various shapes, perching among the rigging on the eve of hurricanes, shipwrecks and other disasters.

Other interesting accounts come from

Davy Jone's Locker "bottom of the Sea" is 1803, from nautical slang of unknown origin.

Another premise is that it might as well come from the biblical Jonah, regarded as unlucky by sailors.


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Sunday, September 21, 2014

Caught in the Net


They chatted all night long
Mornings and evenings too
They talked on telephone
Danced to calypso beat

For hours they watched the cam
Lovers in Cyber space
The place were they first met
In real time at Christmas

They met and hugged boldly
They laughed and they did dined
Slept in the pale moonlight
They woke up to the songs

Of birds on hibiscus
Gymnastics of monkeys
Stealing fruits caught their eyes
The untamed world they see

In nature's wonder land
They frolicked on the beach
They looked at moon, the stars
Watched rainbows and sunsets

They swam in clear waters
Of the Caribbean
And gathered cute seashells
Took  lots of pictures too

They took mini-bus rides
Into the countryside
And they did lots more things
Typical lovers do

From their honeymoon isle
They said their goodbyes
They mounted gangway of
An electronic bird

This bird was very huge
And with its wings outstretched
Up, up, way in the sky
To their Kentucky home 

© Paterika Hengreaves


Irritation in Hendecasyllable

Oh my, this day for her started so very mean;
She began work day with friendly smiles and keen;
Low and behold, some fiend stuck her with a pin;
Such brutal assault can only be a sin.
Battered so unjustly in cyber-valley,
From space claws, and left half-dead, the finale;
To my mind this smells like some conspiracy;
Ponder now over such blatant lunacy.
She should never think to battle a bobcat;
Or any alley cat that likes a fur mat;
So on her head it keeps raining cats and dogs ;
Night is here and so too are her whistling frogs.
Those voodoo gods she should on them cast her spell;
For such pain on her around the water well.

©Paterika Hengreaves

Friday, September 19, 2014

It is Hard Today


(Second Person Persona Poem)


You search for love and find so hard today;
The grits and pain are more than sand, for sure;
Handful of tricks, intermix to transfix
The mind, knocking at every lover’s door;
Keys do push bolts aside, with plenty screws;
So guard your soul, with a rose-thorn fence;
Players of harps would find no audience;
List of emotional needs don’t you show;
Hoping for a suitor whom you adore;
No way! Gone like the wind for ever more;
Wear ace of hearts on your chest not your sleeves
Reverse psychology tool leads your way
Say yes, when you mean no; this is called tact;
"Lying is not the charm that holds love close".

©Paterika Hengreaves
August 2006/Ohio, USA

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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
The pride of nationhood



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We loyal sons and daughters all
Do hereby make it known
These fields and hills beyond recall
Are now our very own
We write our names on history's page
With expectations great
Strict guardians of our heritage
Firm craftsmen of our fate




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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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We loyal sons and daughters all
Do hereby make it known
These fields and hills beyond recall
Are now our very own
We write our names on history's page
With expectations great
Strict guardians of our heritage
Firm craftsmen of our fate

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National Anthems of New Zealand

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
Aotearoa

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
Aotearoa

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
Aotearoa

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
Aotearoa

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;
Aotearoa

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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