https://poetrynest.blogspot.com: 2010-10-10

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.

Saturday, October 16, 2010

No Friendly Sky Anymore

(Acrostic Reading Through Procedure of Jackson Mac Low)

Now
do

Flashbacks
cries
Friends
Skies
human
ground
friendly
Covertly

Seas
skies
say

Acts
and
cry
garments
junior
terror
justice

© Paterika Hengreaves

Notes on this poem

No Friendly Sky Anymore

(2011)

The people of the West Indies do mourn with thee

We have watched from the islands of the Caribbean

Glued to television sets in disbelief

The September events

And now with trace of tears still lingering

We do remember

America

We do cry with you because these evil acts

Are for all mankind too

Our hearts do bleed at the loss

Inflicted by terrorists and their boss

These thoughts that you do read

Are real and shall be our lasting nightmare

To be haunted by flashbacks

Of nine-eleven

America attacked

By a gang of more than seven

We with gaping mouths and bulging eyes

Watched planes attacked buildings and towers

Amid the horrible cries

People trapped inside the inferno

With no hope of seeing tomorrow

As their helpless friends and kin looked

To the sky in horror

Yankees and all of us have had enough

Of this terrorist band parading across their beautiful

And noble land

Dressed in garments and wearing a human face

They plotted covertly to zap

The American race

To those families with fallen people

Elsewhere

And at ground zero

America will not stand

For another judgment error

So spoke Bush Junior

And Blair-ringing in

They vowed to hit back terror

In all its shades

By George!

America will attack back

And fight terror in every nook and cranny

And there shall be no cause for you

To murmur to Uncle Sam

Justice, fair play integrated

With all our forces’ might

For in God we put our trust

Because the cause is just

And right.

Paterika Hengreaves

(September2001/Barbados)

Sunday, October 10, 2010

Heroes

(in Acrostic

Here and there we hear about folks
Each with actions we do revere
Reflect we must on ground zero
One by one each fire fighter
Engaged strong will in episode
Saved many lives from grave anguish…

© Paterika Hengreaves
October 10, 2010

*

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

Sample Didactic Poems

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.