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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)

Sunday, July 27, 2014

Peace on Land for Israel, Piece of Land for Palestine

(Prose Poem)

Land dispute has plagued the world since creation. This plague erodes families when families are aggrieved upon reading  the “Will” they feel deep down inside their minds that some sort of tampering or greed or whatever has been done, in short, fair-play goes through the back-door.  Peace, perfect peace is the wish this day for the Israelis and Palestine people; which to a musing mind; can be attained by settling the land dispute, the land dispute at the core; of the cussing, fighting, throwing stones, rocks and all kinds missiles landing here, there and yonder with deadly speed, with dreadful consequences through the front door,   through the back door, through the air and tunnels; landing wherever the winds blow with bloody regularity. Where are the hearts of love and the humanity! Leaders of Israel and Palestine your duties are profound, you can stop the carnage on every side in this drama. Sick to the stomach, watching this sad movie playing and playing and playing;  a documentary of peace the world is yearning with eyes turn to the Middle East. Pray tell; is this the kind of legacy you want for your people? Leaders of Israel and Palestine you must answer for deep down the people of Israel want peace, perfect peace; deep down the people of Palestine want their piece of the land; solve the problem now and stop this bloody nightmare now.   Leaders of Israel and Palestine, for peace sake step up to the plate, put an end to this nightmare and go build your nation of peace for your people and those yet to come. Peace, Piece, what about this, you don’t understand?

© Paterika Hengreaves
July 27, 2014

Thursday, July 24, 2014

Plants

(Blank Form Poetry with Tercet Stanzas)

I see many plants on pastures, gardens,
Silvery ferns among the growing trees
With gorgeous blooms, and sadly nuclear plants.

































Behold! Those climbing plants on trellis walls;
Others carpet the grounds; others would stand
On giant feet, with aging beauty pine.


















Some plants do germinate from seeds and cuts
From hybrid species; glitzy blooms they come
To stretch botany rules to newer heights.

Some plants have berries, juicy fruits and scents;
So busy bees make honey-cones which flow
From flowers’ soul, this sweet viscous we love.

Plants like peat, compost, water and mild heat;
They vegetate too long before summer;
Then with springing eyes, they show true nature.

Behold! Those plants they perch on windowsills;
Their chlorophyll sacs full from driving sun;
Hey look! They beam with deep verdant colors.

Some plants are edible others are not;
Some grow in fields, churchyards, beaches and parks;
Evoking thoughts in minds they saturate.

Imagine now! A world devoid of plants;
For sure, on earth, all life would dissipate,
And where would fragrances abound to smell?

©Paterika Hengreaves
(October 2004/New Zealand)

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Saturday, April 05, 2014

Elegy for Angela Barnes, RN

(in Elegiac Couplets)





















Elegy for Angela Barnes, RN


Checking those charts at her station my Angela carefully read all;
September nightingale unabated in snowfall...
Strong to us, suddenly frail in the eyes and her movable stride weak;
Broken in spirit and fewer her words but she did speak.

Loneliness sealed in the box with her dreams and my Angela is gone;
Roses engraved and she shines in the galaxy; lives on.
Numbness in body with shaky emotions that caved in and lay bare
Sadness of mourners there; filled with numbness from nightmare.

Cancer in stomach and pain in her bones and her thoughts in dark grave;
Fighting a battle with mortician’s hand at her still wave;
Angela spoke for a time as she geared for the traumatic event;
Gone from this world; as we grapple with hymns and with praise sent....

Christ to us gives the assurance and strengthens us; comes from the Most High;
Years of her life she at fifty would hand us her goodbye.
Wading and splashing in lake to the south of her, swans in a straight row;
Family and friends with their thoughts in respect and their tears flow.

Faces of copper and hovering cold on those mourners and pall-crew;
Marching with casket with roses away from the glass-view...
People around her at grave and her son with his sister in dark blue;
Family, Petty her friend there he stood and he cried too.


© Paterika Hengreaves
November 2, 2006/Autumn,Ohio,USA

Angela Barnes died September 16, 2006.
Resting in peace in Forest Lawn Memorial Gardens.
Collage Park, Georgia ,USA


Wednesday, April 02, 2014

Egypt's Intifada 2011

A tsunami of human proportion
Ends backpacking, from Egypt to Jordan; 

The olive trees spill their fruits on the streets
And caused politicians, to quit their seats; 

On the tombs of the Pharaohs much wailing
Because! They have been barred, from e-mailing;

An immense volcano has erupted;
Peace of a nation so vastly ruptured.

 Hosni Mubarak surfs in Waterloo;
 Obama's West Wing ponders what to do. 

 The water is deadly cold on all fronts;
 Egyptians strike back at Mubarak's stunts.

 Now the eighty-two year old President
 Hosni Mubarak, is their detriment. 

Years of bottled anger sadly unleashed;
Genie in bottle looks for a new niche. 

Dinosaur, please go with your monarchy,
Jobs and ladders needed, not poverty. 

The virus of the Jasmine has attacked;
 Mubarak measures ways to save his back. 

Meanwhile cutthroats, thieves and liars are out,
Police vexed as hell, since they lost their clout. 

World watches and waits to see what comes next,
The Arab Spring has become hypertext.

For years the world thought Egypt was peaceful;
Now Pharaoh must listen to his people. 

Move fast to kneel and bake the people's loaves;
Guests are fleeing by the thousands in droves. 

Stop the hemorrhaging of your people now;
From US come the building blocks of know how. 

Deliver on democracy's promise;
Folks don't care for your bloody synopsis! 

Bring out paper plates without the pat-down;
Let them say who should wear Pharaoh's last crown. 

President Mubarak! You must man-up;
Stubborn ways, and rigid mind, please give-up.

Democracy is asleep, for so long;
"Change is coming", El Baradei tells throng.

© Paterika Hengreaves
January 30, 2011/8:29 PM
Barbados


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Monday, March 31, 2014

Tuakau Honey Jar First To Ever Rest






Out of the Long White Cloud a star did rise
The great historic moment was unfurled
Everywhere people got a great surprise
It was the time of a war weary world.

Go back in time of the Empire age
Men vowed to sink each foreign ship and barge
When those seafaring guys plundered with rage
They made their royal Kingdoms very large.

The enemies laid waste with armoured trucks
The extreme dislike for Jews was profound
In the world everywhere was in a flux
Hitler’s atrocities in hell are found.

Britain did rise to world supremacy
In many areas it came with fame
Traders made heaps, the aristocracy
In time they paid the price the waiting game.

Such mortals with selfish goals in the plan
The thrills of exploration filled the head
Perhaps that was the point where it began
Those folks did satisfy themselves we read.

Yes, each adventurer had a grand name
Under the sea and mountains in the sky
In search of bounteous booty to claim
Arrogance caused a few of them to die.

Many of them thought of their quid pro quo
Colossal quests in the mind these did swell
Driven all too well by Hunt, they did go
Venturous stories they never did tell.

By George! “Because it is there” one did say
Mallory said in nineteen twenty-four
Atlas! Little did they know it did play!
Those words were echoed many times before.

The Industrial Revolution boomed
Yea, she remained the workshop of the world
Much civil unrest on her head resumed
In far flung colonies disorder swirled.

Britain rode high the waves but not for long
The bull in her china shop, stopped to view
Constant battle raged to correct the wrong
She bit off more than she could ever chew.

The jewels on the Crown have lost their sparks
The balance of power is shifting fast
Germany is scoring too many marks
Those Yankees are sure the trend would not last.

No solid rock not even Gibraltar
Britannia is in the twilight zone
Aristocrats still think it is bizarre
Humble folks now speak with a peerage tone.

War was in every place around the globe
England fought tooth and nail to keep her flag
Sweet Edward discarded his royal robe
Loved the game that bore a Hollywood tag!

George the Sixth had firm determination
He showed that he was no regal rookie
Took with him no form of trepidation
He held fast the flaky crumbling cookie.

He was not a graduate from Eton
Yea, he stammered and sometimes he would pause
His “hard knocks” record still stands unbeaten
This stylish king gained much worldwide applause.

In his new clothes George the Sixth spoke on air
His voice did flow from north, south, east and west
On topics his subjects wanted to hear
Those royal talks were the first and the best.

His speeches had a melodious drone
No one believed that it would be that way
Fragile though in health he sat on the Thrown
To George they listened to what he did say.

We shall teach subjects to think on their feet
With brawn and brain we shall again have sway
Reform or else we all ached from defeat
Diplomacy shall keep those foes at bay.

Like manna from on high his words did fall
It was on the Thrown where it all began
Caused his subjects to stand with heads up tall
He respected the dignity of man.

For fifteen years he did rule to a tee
In gorgeous sets of five unbrokenly
His slaves were freed amid the jubilee
The Crown regained honour and dignity.

The Crown’s indivisibility dies
Britannia’s flag quivered at half-staff
In the whole realm, tears fell for his goodbyes
Lizzy wears the mantle on his behalf.

His unsparing devotion you have seen
In Carlton Gardens stands his golden head
In a world of change, said the young, new Queen
His phoenix rises in me with wings spread.

It soars above more splendid than before
Many good things were never left to fate
The Commonwealth is knocking at the door
The Wealth of Nations we all shall create.

Justice comes with self-determination
In Sovereign realms they have independence
Technology joins the exploration
Shine these bright diamonds of transcendence.

There is Papakura Olympic spa
Pohutukawa trees sway in the breeze
Top of Red Hill there stands the Maori Pa
In full view are hives made by honeybees.

Hear this story for crying out real loud
In Aotearoa Lizzy is their Queen
It has caused much hype and buzz in the crowd
A dreamer talks to bees at seventeen.

As one goes south of the City of Sails
He lives in Tuakau, Te Ika a Mauri
This dreamer had many travails and tales
He is a pakeha and not Maori.

He was born in the winter of July
Lives at home with his lovely wife, Louise
He is shy, lean and reads a lot this guy
The rumour was that bees hiked on his sleeves.

Found on the peaks of Aotearoa
Man made of steel like the mahogany
He dug, clung and did climb in the flora
He walked the Hills of the Kohekohe.

Many days he tramped the forested hills
Bang! Bang! A branch of a tree snapped and fell
One day in the countryside filled with thrills
He did sip brand tea in a cup from Bell.

Bees told him that his statue would stand tall
These worker bees make hives in floral trees
They said he would stand in Orewa’s Mall
He remembered prophetic chats with pleas.

Think of the Beatitudes as you grow
Humble be and to you they will adore
Generously from the heart let them flow
Remember your vow, now and ever more.

You have become a great part of our lives
Up and up the huge mountain you must soar
Take with you honey that flows from our hives
And good luck dearest friend as you explore.

The exchange of emotions was intense
He now must remember the golden rule
His beekeeping has become a past tense
They knew he would be back before the Yule.

Next day, Ed took off for the long journey
Full of courage, resolve and nerves of steel
On his back, a jar of Tuakau honey
The fear of the unknown, he did conceal.

He and his Sherpa guide before the mount
They both looked at the giant in the sky
Thought of the many steps they each must count
The climb stands at eight thousand meters high.

They dreamed with a useful purpose in mind
No selfish behaviour was in their bones
This vision they made real for all mankind
They judged people never by their skin tones.

There is the challenge they now saw ahead
Bonded by their goal, air, ice, wind and hell
Edmund and Tenzing clung like they were wed
They hoped their travails they themselves would tell.

With care they avoided many missteps
Climbed the ninety-one kilometres left
Up the Third Pole they trudged with measured steps
They reached the peak of the mountain with deft.

Their four feet were the first to ever rest
With knees bent in praise they have crossed the bar
Edmund and Sherpa stood on Mount Everest
Drops of Taukau honey fell from the jar.

Up on their feet the two stood to survey
Safely those two from the mountain came down
The new land was too cool for them to stay
With gladness their faces wore not a frown.

We do know that this is a true story
No task is too hard for us to fulfil
Let's too, make good pages in history
It shows what can be achieved with the will.

We heard about Hillary and Norgay
They are from a common stock not elite
Conquered the deadliest peak in their way
Says any challenge we for sure can beat!

Still here, Sir Edmund Hillary gives all
His success code he has carved on the slate
This Kiwi inspires and does enthral
Bradley and Inglis, him, they emulate.











© Paterika Hengreaves
Composed in New Zealand/Summer 2004
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During my 2004-2005 stay in New Zealand, I saw a statute
of Sir Edmund Hillary in the mall in North Island at Orewa.
This brought back to my mind memories of his extraordinary
feat that was the hype in my elementary school class. Still
touched by this great Kiwi, I seized the opportunity to
compose an epic poem on the tenacity of this man.

Of the three epic poems I have written to date, “Taukau Honey Jar First to Ever Rest”
has the most stanzas. Forty-four to be exact with a rhyme scheme
of abab. The historical time line for the poem is from 1500-2006
since the time completing the poem the hero in the epic is still
alive. The central theme of the poem is that there is an Everest
in everyone’s life, which can be conquered when all ten tenets
for human living and conduct are omnipresent in any dreamer.

Stanza 1 provides as it were an introduction or prologue to
the plot

Stanza 2 gives a snippet of the Golden Age of Piracy
(Piracy on the High Seas)

Stanza 3 provides a quick glimpse of the effects of the two
World Wars ( I and II).

Stanza 4 is where we get an insight into the expansionists’
policies of Great Britain.

Stanzas 5, 6, 7, and 8 point to the fact that the peace which
usually follows the close of war, people tend to be elated and
look for enjoyable pursuits. In this case, exploration became
the fore, in diverse ways as shown in these stanzas.

Stanzas 9, 10, 11, 12 and 13 focus on some of the
causes that brought about the ecline of the British Monarchy.

Stanzas 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19 and 20 give a picture of how the
Monarchy regained its popularity due to the doings of George VI.
This period I dubbed as “The Monarchy’s Brand New Clothes”.
There was this paradigm shift in politics instituted by the
tenacity of King George VI.

Stanzas 21, 22, 23 and 24 chronicle the death of George VI,
the Coronation of his daughter, Queen Elizabeth II and furthermore
have led us to the fact that the indivisibility concept of the Crown
has given way to the rise of the Commonwealth as we know it now.

Stanzas 25 through 34 give insight into important events that took
place during the decades Queen Elizabeth II, as a young Queen on
the Thrown, many British colonies gained independence from
Great Britain. Now playing on words here in this epic poem,
Queen of overseas colonies, queen as in a colony of bees is part of
the plot for the epic poem emerges in the form of the plot created
around the man whom the bees befriended because his beekeeping skills
were so impeccable. The Queen of the Colonies conferred on him “Sir.”
The Queen of the bees gave him a good luck charm (a jar filled with
Tuakau honey). The plot goes like this:

During the time when Britannia ruled the waves a man, from Taukau,
a place in the British colony of Aotearoa (New Zealand) had many
dreams, which he was shy to reveal to others. So he took long walks
into the country side and talked to the bees about his dreams.
He found an eager listening buzz among the bees so he told them that
his dream was to be the first man to stand on the highest peak
on the earth. The bees had a dream as well, which was that everyone
should enjoy the sweetness of life (honey). So the bees told the
dreamer that they would help him knock the bastard off (that is,
the difficulties the dreamer would be confronted with in his thriving
to make his vision come true) because his work of keeping their
home has been admirable. They would provide him with hovering wings,
nerves of steel and megabytes of motivation but he must first accept
certain conditions as laid out in the ten tenets listed on the
honey jar. The bees were quick to inform him that he would encounter
many hardships in his path all laid out before him like the
beehive spiraling around him. He would undergo a baptism of earth,
heat, rain, wind and ice.

The bees instructed him that the honey jar must only be opened when
he reached his in the presence of a Sherpa and along with the gifts
the Sherpa would offer to he gods of earth, wind, fire, water and
consciousness then he should add his gift of honey from the jar
thus ensuring his safe return to earth as the ambassador
extraordinaire for all colonies. Thus the bees hinted to him that
he would be knighted by the Queen. They continued with their
prophetic statement that from every corner of the earth all people
would know that because of the goodness found in Tuakau and honey
from a jar so small there would be no mountain too high, hill
or peak too steep, which they would not be able to conquer.
All of this would result from him because he, as their inspirational
hero would reveal to them by his behaviour the ten-tenets for
successful living on earth. So the bees buzzed in the dreamer’s
ears these ten-tenets:

1. Be a dreamer with a purpose and change the dream into reality

2. Be a nature lover and protect the environment

3. Be patient and mindful

4. Be courageous and resourceful

5. Be compassionate without showing shame

6. Be reflective and flexible

7. Be truthful and trustworthy

8. Be respectful an be a good listener

9. Be ever so humble with determination

10. Be loyal to any cause that is good

These must be imprinted on the heart for success to be
achieved because they are all interrelated and feed on
each other.

Stanzas 35 through 40 give an account of his ascend
in the Himalayan Air with his guide.

Stanza 41 is about his successful decent with his guide.

Stanzas 42 through 44 point to the fact that everybody,
irrespective of the status in life, has an Everest to climb.
All that is needed to overcome these challenges are guts, drive
and faith in the Omnipotent as demonstrated by this great
mountaineer. Then success is assured.


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Friday, March 28, 2014

Dragonfly

(Prose Poem)

Gone is the rain, chased by sky candle.  Everywhere is blooming, on bird-road the dragonfly, devil's darning needle, ear cutter, snake doctor. Earth dwellers' dreadful names you wear; your translucent wings soar in the sun.  You stalk. You prey, in broad daylight. You open mouth to prey, a predator on the loose. Mosquitoes, gnats are in your noose.  Flying high, you search for a mate. Rest, you must on blade of grass. In careful watch, you must; children passing by, your wings wishing to pluck. How they laugh at you, you standing on your head on the grass; tail straight, the giraffe.  In the groove, in the notch you, conjugate. Mating wheel is clear to watch. Audible impact, the lust; teasing and fussing a dragonfly on my callaloo; oh ho! you are the tantaboo.

©Patricia Hengreaves
(July 2003)

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A pride that makes no wanton boast
Of what it has withstood
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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




The Lord has been the people's guide
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,
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Do hereby make it known
These fields and hills beyond recall
Are now our very own
We write our names on history's page
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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.

Edmund Hillary

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Patricia (aka Paterika) obtained her post-primary education at the SDA Secondary School in Barbados and its affiliate College (Caribbean Union College) in Trinidad and Tobago. She graduated from Shaw College of Business, Toronto, Canada in 1969. She received the Canadian International Development Agency (CIDA) scholarship in 1976 to study Teacher Education at McGill University, Montreal, Canada in 1980. Also, the British Council Award to study Information Technology at Tresham College, Kettering in Northamptonshire, United Kingdom in 1991. She published her first book of poems in 2005 while in New Zealand. Her flair for writing came to the fore in the many articles she wrote for “Image”; a magazine published by the Police Wives Association of Barbados (PWA) during the late eighties and early nineties.

Her community outreach activities stemmed from her involvement with the Lions Club North of Barbados as one of its Secretaries and where she worked closely with the Education Committee of that Club. She is a founder member of the Police Wives Association of Barbados. She held for a long time, the post of Secretary before becoming one of PWA’s Presidents.

Patricia started her career as a young teacher in the Primary School System of Barbados. This career-span lasted more than forty years. During her career climb, she took time off for study-leave and travel. Her many years spent in academia allowed her to hold the position of a Primary School teacher, Secondary School teacher, Head of Business Studies, Chief Examiner for Caribbean Examinations Council, Education Officer seconded to the Division of School Management and Supervision in 1993 to the Barbados Ministry of Education. In 1997, she returned to her substantive post of Tutor at Erdiston Teachers’ Training College, a position she held for seventeen years. Patricia’s classroom teaching has been influenced by the philosophy of constructivism. She is a proponent of curriculum integration and believes that themes are the fusion blocks for it, and that it requires the use of thematic lesson plans and topic webs. Now Tutor Emeritus she devotes much of her time to travel both local and overseas and to writing in the muse.

Patricia writes under the pseudonym of Paterika Hengreaves. In her voluminous book of poetry, Volume 1 was published in New Zealand in 2005 whereas; Volume 2 was published in 2007 by AuthorHouse, USA. In each volume she has poems which depict such forms as the ballad, cinquain, epic, haiku, ode, pantoum, paradelle, senryu, sestina, sonnet, tanka, terza rima triolet, villanelle and free verse. She has developed a new poetic form called the Hendianne Sonnet found in Volume 2. This Hendianne Sonnet is made up of three quatrains and an ending couplet with all the verses written in Iambic Pentameter. The first quatrain introduces the theme or problem. The next two quatrains provide the resolution. A “twist” comes at the beginning of the last quatrain. This turn signals a change in the tone, mood or stance of the poem. The end-rhymes in each verse follow a determined rhyme scheme. The influence of the Shakespearean Sonnet can be seen in the structure of the Hendianne Sonnet.

Paterika speaks passionately about her poetry. The intended purposes of her poetry is to bring pleasure reading to all members of the family; to enhance the capabilities for self-instruction in the various poetic genres, and to provide a ready assortment of classroom support materials for constructivists educators in the primary, secondary and tertiary levels of the education system. She equates the success of her undertaking in terms of the achievement of any one of these goals.

It is not at all surprising to see that her career has enormous impact on the layout and purposes served by her poetry book. The visual impact of this book of poems is truly marvellous. Paterika is an artist “par excellence” who has a rare gift of painting picturesque scenes with words steeped in such imagery and thought that her readers feel compel to visit each poem again and again. Since 2005 on World Diabetes Day, Paterika has given donations from the proceeds of the sale of her poetry book to the Diabetes Association of Barbados.

Poetry For All Seasons: Poems, Forms and Styles by Paterika Hengreaves

Overview:

It is a poetry book for teachers and persons who find much pleasure in reading poetry in its various genres. All the poems in this delightful book carry with them comments and relevant notes from the poet. These poems and commentaries should provide useful resource materials for classroom instruction; for persons who wish to horn the skills of writing and the reading of poetry on their own, and for persons who like to read poetry for the pleasure it brings.

Poetry is one of the ways educators have at their disposal for integrating concepts across Language Arts, Social Studies, Business Studies, Natural Sciences, Natural History, Mathematics, Home Economics, Health and Family Life, Movement and Dance. In this book, educators are sure to find themes which relate to aging, animals, birds, celebrations, communications, death, entertainment, the environment, exploration, horticulture, health, insects, leadership, leisure, legends, marketing, manufacturing, myths, seasons, specialization, technology, tourism, travel, waste management, water. The list is by no means exhaustive. So, in a remarkable way, this poetry book accomplishes three main goals:

1. A textbook for teaching poetry

2. A resource book for constructivist teachers,
tutors and instructors

3. Pleasure reading for all members of the family


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Publisher: AuthorHouse
Publication Date: September 2007
ISBN: 9781434306708
Pages: 200
Pictures: 23
Product Dimensions: 11 x 8.2 x 0.4 inches
Shipping Weight: 1 pound
Type: Paperback

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