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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)

Sunday, April 26, 2015

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 of 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? The bad ones
Flow from those teary eyes,
And terror everywhere;
How many times do we
See 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,
The Central Bank and pier;
In this symbolism,
Competing images,
In mind appearing
Taxing overstressed brain;

And those opposing views
We hear and read in news.
Now Folks for crying out,
All over the island;
There stands a Navy man
In that Trafalgar Square
In, Independence Square
With stone-eyes at Barrow,
Our national hero;
This sailor from Britain; 

A squire within a square,
Pun intended, really
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

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
He watches ocean deep,
With 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.
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 stance, so demanding
So much more than a glance;
Tourists from near and far
Have come to pay homage
To noble Englishman
In bronzy body wear;

With flashing cameras,
On this their Libra knight;
His stony face shines in
The hot tropical sun,
Hurricanes and the dew.
Vexed he as hell the bell
Chimes, loudly in his ears
Like the English’s  Big Ben
Singing on the air
Every hour and day. 

And top of that all those
Birds that shit on his head
And "ladies of the night";
That Pringle kept in her
Inn around Carlisle bay...
Colonial Bajans
Worshiped this Admiral,
'Cause at forty-seven
This Lord, a rector's son
In Battle Trafalgar

Showed extreme bravery,
Eighteen hundred and five,
In their “Little England”;
Bajans adopted Englishman
As their new found hero.
Eight years after his death,
Westmacott’s bronze statue
Of this rector’s son was
Placed on Barbados' soil
In our Trafalgar Square.  

His memory lives on;
In colonial breeze
Discontent still remains
Concerning his placement
In this Trident nation;
Patriotic Bajans
Air their discontentment
For this British hero,
Lord Nelson in their square,
Heroes Square, with Barrow.

Father of their nation
Barrow, their true hero
Independence he gave
In nineteen sixty-six
Sent, Union Jack back.
To quell the discontent
That brewed on the island,
Trafalgar Square renamed,
The Independence Square;
But discontent 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 navel-strings
The jury is still out;
Lord Nelson still usurps;
Amid  turning of his head
Front, back, east and the west.
Politicians silent.

The Trident people still
Waiting for the day, when
Admiral Lord Nelson,
Move to the Garrison;
His final resting place...
This Independence Square,
Is the place for heroes
Who are Barbadians
Built by their sweat and tears
Is not for buccaneers...

© Paterika Hengreaves
(Barbados, 2003)

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All That Glitter Not Gold

(A Tony Yarde inspired poem with rhyme scheme aabb)

Sun glistening through the glazed glass;
Dim reminders of the past;
Autumn blooms in November;
Leaves golden brown strike ember.

Trees with skeletal remains
Standing, outside windowpanes;
Seasons of God's creation,
From biblical translation.

Breeze blows so fantasy grows;
Temperatures in sub zeroes;
Children's hearts forever grow
Fondly, playing in the snow.

Elderly health in limbo
From, arthritic painful woe;
Now they cuddle and they run
From, the dimness of the sun.

Uprooted and adapting;
Skins no more in sun baking;
Finds new home in four seasons;
Mauby can dissed for bourbon.

Fresh newcomer from tropics;
In frosty winter's frolics;
Walks the pet dog hand in hand
Now, in winter wonderland.

© Paterika Hengreaves
July 2, 2012

Monday, April 20, 2015

Ode to a Swing Bridge Bulldozed

For donkey’s years Bajans did ride throughout
The length and breadth of country, the Leeward;
Vintage now! This bus was ugly indeed
With rails like a zoo-cage on every side,
It kept human cargo safely inside,
Canvas drapes rolled up to bring in the view,
Inside it commuters could not find loo.

Its snail-pace haste put passengers to sleep;
Thirty miles kept at bay the “arm of law”.
Into Lower Green, gear and brakes applied;
These “cool cats” got off with their heads held high
Up Broad Street to watch Chamberline fly by
Bubbling with pleasure were those gals and boys,
Laughing from ear to ear in city noise;

Now in the square, guys stood on the boardwalk;
Saw tourists round Nelson still on the slab
Looking down Broad Street at posh merchant stores
Heard not the pleas of hawkers shouting out,
Nuts, sugar cakes, comforts, hey! They did shout
Near the Bridge, they too, came to see it swing
And twirl itself to land on its west wing.

‘Twas an august event for country kids;
On parents’ lead excursions into town,
True pictures whizzed by from the northern drive:
Trees, fields and buildings along coastal sea
The marble dolphin spat for them to see;
As they walked on Chamberlain’s outstretched arms,
They viewed the marvellous deep with its charms.

They saw Fielding’s stevedore bridge quartet
Those guys bellowed the bridge lyrics out loud;
Hands on here, Victoria! Hands on here!
Lock all the bolts now and hold on real tight!
Now heave to the left then spin to the right;
Swing now Chamberlain, and swing to the west
Real wide on Duncan’s side, you must now rest.

Oh Chamberlain! You deserve to rest now
And view all sorts of cargo passing by
In this temporal groove, the Careenage
Of still waters ’neath arched extremities
With trade from Caricom communities;
As pleasure crafts sail with the cool sea breeze
For you give them shelter from angry seas.

To your north stand political towers,
The Cathedral and heroes in the Square,
Your frame preserved the tracks, stains and bruises
Caused by every thing flowing over you;
Some have mishandled you and raped you too;
Yet your NISE arms swung with pride and beauty;
Your rest deserved; you have done your duty.

Oh Bridge of fragile frame you have reached now
One hundred and thirty-three years this fall.
With Indians’ feathered quills they wrote ‘bout
The blood, the sweat and tears of by-gone slaves,
Your blows from hurricanes and killer waves,
Yet, your timbered heart did find common ground
With Wolferstone, and Chamberlain, profound!

With tears in our eyes, they bulldozed you down;
Took some of your parts to Heritage Park
Vintage now in maritime museum
Never more will you swing your arms again
But your glory and honour shall remain
With new technology you lift your frame
From dust you rise, thanks to a City Dame.

Bridgetown the mega town of this small isle,
Rejoices with your megabytes software;
Best wishes to you from us here and there
Welcome your new arms, as you lift them tall;
Never more shall we let you rot and fall,
For with Barrow close by, pleases all Dames;
Boost sales from tourists and the World Cup games.

©Paterika Hengreaves
(Birthplace: Maycock's, St. Lucy, Barbados)

When the word was out that the historic swing bridge of Barbados would be demolished to make way for a modern technology lift bridge, I saw this as an opportunity to write a landmark poem that chronicles its life and the emotions it evoked in me. A little background to the locale of this historic landmark Swing Bridge is in order I suppose. So here it goes.

Two bridges span the Careenage: one that used to swing open and closed when larger ships passed, and another with the Independence Arch standing tall. These bridges echo back to when colonists first settled the land and found a handmade Indian bridge spanning the river. Chamberlain Bridge (the old swing bridge) stretches from Trafalgar Square to the other bank; the Charles Duncan O’Neale Bridge spans the river to the city’s main bus terminal on Fairchild Street. The Careenage is actually an arm of the sea that stretches inland. Bajans named the “river” Constitution River. In past years, merchants used the Careenage’s calm water as a place to dock their ships and to load/unload merchandise. In years gone by, Bridgetown used to bustle with men and women who carried heavy bundles of bananas, boxes of mangoes and avocados, barrels of rum, etc.

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Sunday, April 12, 2015

Tax Diplomacy, An Introduction to Tax Treaties

Here are some Excerpts taken from the book:
 Tax Diplomacy
An Introduction to Tax Treaties

Here is an excerpt from the Foreword by Bruce Zagaris:

‘Media reports daily document the controversies about international business and tax policies resulting from double tax treaties. Ms. Hendy Yarde has done a masterful job of showing how a small jurisdiction, and particularly Barbados, has developed tax diplomacy as a means to attract foreign investment, and to export goods and financial services. 

You can read the rest of his introductory remarks in the Foreword on (Page i) of the book now available in local and regional book stores. The electronic version is available at

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About the Author 

Useful information about the author, is provided on the Back Cover of the book as shown in the picture above. 

This book has 259 pages. Shots from pages 57 and 237 of the book are shown below.

 Go get your copy of the book and read what the author has to say about Tax Diplomacy and Tax Treaties. Available in local book stores and as an E-book at Amazon.

Thank you all for stopping by.

Paterika Hengreaves
April 12, 2015

Sunday, March 29, 2015

Official Book Launch on Tax Diplomacy, An Introduction to Tax Treaties

Your Invitation
‘A Bajan Affair’
 Book Signing & Cocktail Reception
With Françoise Hendy Yarde
 Author of
An Introduction to Tax Treaties 
Hosted by the Central Bank of Barbados
at the
Grande Salle, Tom Adams Financial Centre
Spry Street, Bridgetown
Dress ~ Business Casual
RSVP by Tuesday April 7, 2015-03-28
Tel: 227-8371 Email:


Here are some Excerpts taken from the book:
 Tax Diplomacy
An Introduction to Tax Treaties

Here are some Excerpts taken from the book:
 Tax Diplomacy
An Introduction to Tax Treaties 

About the Book 

In the Foreword, Bruce Zagaris, Esq, a partner at Washington, D.C, Berliner, Corcoran & Rowe, LLP, author of six books and a well-known and highly regarded expert in the area writes: ‘Media reports daily document the controversies about international business and tax policies resulting from double tax treaties. Ms. Hendy Yarde has done a masterful job of showing how a small jurisdiction, and particularly Barbados, has developed tax diplomacy as a means to attract foreign investment, and to export goods and financial services.

The breadth of coverage is impressive. A useful feature of the book is its discussion of tax treaty policy as a critical element of foreign diplomacy.  Even though Barbados is a relatively young country, becoming independent on November 30, 1966, the book illustrates the sophistication of Barbados’ financial services and tax treaty policy.

The book is a highly readable account of Barbados’ economic policy as well as how Barbados has developed its model income tax treaty in its tax diplomacy, and the influence of both the OECD and U.N Model income tax treaties.  The book also provides a discussion of the policies of Barbados with respect to the various components of its income tax treaties.

The book draws on the increasingly proactive initiatives by international organizations, such as the OECD, and informal groups, such as the G20, in tax diplomacy, including their responses to the financial crisis. Tax, financial service, and international business professionals as well as diplomats and students of international relations, economics, and international tax will find the book an important work in understanding efforts of small states to develop their economies and relations with the rest of the world.’ 

About the Author 

In her signature style, International Treaties Negotiator and Attorney-at-law, Françoise Hendy Yarde, draws on her twelve years' experience as Head of the Barbados Tax and Investment Treaty Negotiating Team, to demonstrate the role of tax treaties in modern, free market economies.  Now representing Barbados on the Steering Committee of the OECD Global Forum on Transparency and Exchange of Information, as one of its Vice-Chairs, this former University lecturer in International Economic Law, and New York-based Foreign Legal Consultant, continues to be at the forefront of the global dialogue on tax diplomacy, especially as it relates to International Business and Financial Services Centres.

Françoise examines the form and function of tax diplomacy; making this largely obscure area of foreign relations finally accessible to all.

ISBN 9781490310466

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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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Are now our very own
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For past three hundred years.
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We have no doubts or fears.
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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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