Founder of the Barbados Labour Part (BLP) Sir Grantley Adams
Died November 28, 1971 at the age of 73
Founder of the Democratic Labour Party (DLP), Sir Errol Walton Barrow
Died June 1987 at the age of 67
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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
The pride of nationhood
Chorus:
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,
And greater will our nation grow
In strength and unity.
Chorus
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
Didactic Poetry is intended to convey instruction and
information as well as pleasurable reading. It can assume
the mode and features of imaginative works by infusing knowledge in a variety of forms such as dramatic poetry, satire, parody, among others. There is the popular view that allegory, aphorisms, apologues, fables, gnomes and proverbs are specific types of Didactic Poetry because of their close affinity.
They chatted all night long; mornings and evenings,
Gladly!
They talked on the telephone;
They watched the cam;
They reached the highest level, which virtual friends can.
Then, for the first time
They met and hugged boldly.
They laughed and dined;
They slept in the pale moonlight;
They woke up to the songs of the soaring birds; while the gymnastics of monkeys caught their eyes as from the trees the apes alight to the serenade of the ocean waves ebbing the shoreline spreading froth on the sand...
They swam in the crystal, blue waters of the bay, and viewed the distant leach...
They frolicked on the beach;
They watched the moon, the stars; looked at rainbows and the sun as it in the west.
They took pictures;
They played scrabble, and listened to their favourite tunes...
They danced;
They walked;
They took long bus rides, excursions into the countryside; and did lots more things that true friends do.
They said their goodbyes; painfully so but with the uttermost care...
She admired his gait; his windswept hair and tan...
She watched him mount the gangway of a huge electronic bird with wings outstretched and retracted wheels that quickly took off for some familiar place elsewhere...
You bring your poetry to a whole new dimension with your video's Very clever. It was as I made the journey myself. You made me very curious now. Who is they? Who is that couple on the photo. Two virtual friends
Hah, hah! The poem is surrealistic. However, the photos are of real family members. The phone call photo is that of my daughter (a lawyer) and the couple is my sister's son with his Italian wife they both live in New York. They met in real time not on the net. Thank you very much for posting a comment on my blog. I'm also glad that you find the poem enjoyable. Ka kite ano. Paterika
Tena Koe Paterika, How I enjoy being read to this way! You are an excellent story teller, and writer. You are becoming one of my favourite destinations online. Such wealth to meander through you have here. Kia ora for your encouragement. I just returned from the mountains where I wrote a few things so will include in my next post. I have included some writing in prior posts and I would love your feedback Paterika. Please have a wonderful day! Kia ora! Noho ora mai ra, Robb
Surrealistic or realistic ? There is a middle path I like in poetry and I think you wrote both sides and in the centre. I read it while very tired after my long trip to Geneva which I have just posted a few photos and a poem on my blog about. Your poem refreshed me and inspired me as well. Keep the ink flowing.
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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.
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
(An Ode that chronicles my spiritual rebirth since I, Patricia Doreen Hendy joined The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints through...
Quotes from Poets
He that respects himself is safe from others. He wears a coat of mail that none can pierce. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The age of a woman doesn't mean a thing. The best tunes are played on the oldest fiddles. Ralph Waldo Emerson
Solitude is as needful to the imagination as society is wholesome for the character. James Russell Lowell
If society fits you comfortably enough, you call it freedom. Robert Frost
Half the world is composed of people who have something to say and can't, and the other half who have nothing to say and keep on saying it. Robert Frost
The value of a dollar is social, as it is created by society. Ralph Waldo Emerson
Once to every person and nation come the moment to decide. In the conflict of truth with falsehood, for the good or evil side. James Russell Lowell
The reason why worry kills more people than work is that more people worry than work. Robert Frost
Poetry is something to make us wiser and better, by continually revealing those types of beauty and truth, which God has set in all men's souls. James Russell Lowell
A history of the Saleve, France.
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Last Sunday, 26 February, I climbed up to the top of the Saleve, in France,
with my good friend James Williamson. From here you get such a beautiful
view...
The Dutch
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I bumped into this picture. Although I have become partly kiwi I will
always stay Dutch as well and inside I feel sometimes a little yearning to
everythi...
The journey at night
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Driving home at night you see immense clouds piled up, illuminated by a hidden moon, and you think of alien planets; you think of places humans will never go...
The clouds before the ground
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The sun warmed the clouds before the ground.
Inside the diner, the air preserved the
food from the kitchen to the table.
The garlic in the food was spicy on
...
Coda
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A few days after I wrote the prior post, Te Tiriti o Waitangi, a scathing,
terribly written article was published by The New Zealand Herald, and
authored...
Poem: Worst Enemy
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Worst Enemy
Raced ahead of me I did
Anxiety’s mind a maze of misdirection
Crashing into walls disguised as paths
Synapse shooting with no purpose
Splashed ...
Promise Me
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I want to believe
in the dream
I want to hold fast to the idea of me and you,
always.
for the best of all endings
to the truth that
your love is rig...
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4 comments:
You bring your poetry to a whole new dimension with your video's Very clever. It was as I made the journey myself. You made me very curious now. Who is they? Who is that couple on the photo. Two virtual friends
Kia ora Marja
Hah, hah! The poem is surrealistic. However, the photos are of real family members. The phone call photo is that of my daughter (a lawyer) and the couple is my sister's son with his Italian wife they both live in New York. They met in real time not on the net. Thank you very much for posting a comment on my blog. I'm also glad that you find the poem enjoyable.
Ka kite ano.
Paterika
Tena Koe Paterika,
How I enjoy being read to this way! You are an excellent story teller, and writer. You are becoming one of my favourite destinations online. Such wealth to meander through you have here.
Kia ora for your encouragement. I just returned from the mountains where I wrote a few things so will include in my next post. I have included some writing in prior posts and I would love your feedback Paterika.
Please have a wonderful day! Kia ora!
Noho ora mai ra,
Robb
Surrealistic or realistic ? There is a middle path I like in poetry and I think you wrote both sides and in the centre. I read it while very tired after my long trip to Geneva which I have just posted a few photos and a poem on my blog about. Your poem refreshed me and inspired me as well. Keep the ink flowing.
Bob
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