My Plea

(In Paradelle rhyming aAbBAb aAbBcd aAbBcd aabccb)

















Through meadows soft come, walk with me;
Through meadows soft come, walk with me,
Where tumble weeds explore the moor;
Where tumble weeds explore the moor.
Come walk through soft meadows with me
Where tumble weeds the moor explore.

Sing in my ear your sweet love songs;
Sing in my ear your sweet love songs.
With those notes of yore, we shall reach;
With those notes of yore, we shall reach;
We shall reach those sweet notes of yore
With your love songs, sing in my ear.

With wild flair, wayside flowers nod;
With wild flair, wayside flowers nod,
Near the croft in the open fields;
Near the croft in the open fields.
Wayside flowers nod with wild flair;
In the croft, near the open fields.

Come walk with me through meadows soft
In wild open fields near the croft,
Where tumble weeds explore the moor.
Those wayside flowers nod with flair;
With your love songs, sing in my ear.
We shall reach the sweet notes of yore.

©Paterika Hengreaves

The Story about a Grackle

(Modern Sonnet rhyming aabb ccdd eeff gg)



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At half past nine on a bleak Monday morning,
A blackbird entered my house without warning,
Unlike a scaredy-cat in search for some food,
Was seen caught in a snare with a scary mood
.
This bead-eye grackle could not find the way out
Because mirage in its eyes cut the bird's clout;
The squawking black beauty tagged the window pane;
This two-legged winged creature with a birdbrain.

So the blackbird could not find the exit route;
Kept on slamming glass-pane in frenzied pursuit;
The grackle found itself on a glassed barred cage;
Its freedom in wings it dared not disengage
.
Wow! The door opened with hands it did not see;
Out flew the Bajan grackle in cherry tree.

© Paterika Hengreaves
January 3, 2010/Cassia Drive, Barbados

All that to Say

(Rhyming abab)


















The New Year is dawning on us;
Janus looks into our eyes;
Past and present we still discuss,
Yet marvel how time really flies.

Resolutions do come and go;
But wear I must, the common touch;
Know what flies on red flag doth show,
And the meaning of such-and-such;

Drop not the ball on "Golden Rule";
Going green is not an option;
Greediness always finds a mule;
Riding the poor, much too often.

Candles, smoke and those butterflies,
Are symbols on carded poem
I sent to you, I summarize:
The godliness of each totem;

Each candle light doth show the spread
Of God's love, for all of mankind;
He clears the smoke, that makes eyes red,
Answers to prayers are well defined.

Butterflies show life is fragile,
Yet beauty in life still doth dwell;
Frowns we erase with every smile;
Hope is there with the New Year's bell.

The future is in our hands,
The paths are there; tread without stealth;
To folks near and in far-off lands,
Happy New Year, peace and good health!

© Paterika Hengreaves