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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)

Wednesday, May 13, 2015

January 25 Movement

(in Triolet)

President Hosni Mubarak step down;
For thirty years, your promise not fulfilled;
We don't want your speeches and run-down crown;
President Hosni Mubarak, step down ",
Were pleas from Egyptians, in Cairo town
In Tahrir, strong feelings they distilled;
President Hosni Mubarak, step down,
For thirty years, your promise not fulfilled.

The crowd from all walks of life sang same tune;
They vowed to topple his cruel regime,
And keep Tutankhamun rapped in cocoon;
The crowd from all walks of life sang same tune;
Rage filled streets; Mubarak was not immune,
His iron armour cracked on every seam;
The crowd from all walks of life sang same tune;
They vowed to topple his cruel regime.

For eighteen days anger and distrust rained;
Mubarak bowed not to home-grown pressure;
Feed them rock-cakes, with no honey ingrained;
For eighteen days anger and distrust rained;
The wishes of his flock he shows distain;
January movement birth displeasure;
For eighteen days anger and distrust rained;
Mubarak bowed not to home-grown pressure.

Egyptians stormed into Square without fear;
From dawn to dusk his speech was an air-show;
I will not step down, go home, leave the Square;
Egyptians stormed into Square without fear;
His army stood ground; would not interfere;
Defiant was he, this modern Pharaoh;
Egyptians stormed into Square without fear;
From dawn to dusk his speech was an air-show.

© Paterika Hengreaves
February 13, 2011/Barbados


(Tetrameter Tercet in a rhyme scheme aba; with head rhymes and tail rhymes crisscrossing each other)

Flowers dancing at my window
Blow, fragrant kisses in showers;
Hours on end I watch stems grow.

Sow the good seeds, they empower
Our mind to fling out that hoe;
Throw many thoughts upon the star.

Now, to mull is never bizarre;
Are you scratching a furrowed brow?
How long, before I cross that bar?

©Paterika Hengreaves
February 16, 2008/Barbados

Good Morning America

Morning has broken and the stars now rest,
But the day-star smiles from the eastern sky;
Drew grass shines like diamonds at their best;
Tidy room, open window see birds fly.
Pull those drapes with the wand, comb hair, get dress;
Morning is here, new day will soon past by;
Time to implement plan Marie Celeste;
Prepare green salad and fish-cakes deep fry.
Say good-morning to neighbors and be bless;
Hustle and bustle, hang clothes out to dry;
Military coup, Egyptians protest;
Stop bloodshed, or else people more will die.
It is morning and insects I detest;
Looking for mischief, the internet spy;
Whistle-blowers suddenly fan unrest;
Breaking oaths, stealing files; that I decry;
Bradley Managing high heels, she confessed
To the Judge, sitting on the bench so high;
She plus he, in jail wearing Sunday best;
Mascara above and below each eye.
© Paterika Hengreaves
(August 22, 2013)

Tuesday, May 12, 2015

Planted Hero of Trafalgar Square

A squire is in the 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, and bad ones
Flow from those teary eyes,
And terror everywhere?
How many times do we
See squire 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,
Across the island that
There stands a Navy man
In Trafalgar Square that
Is 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 keeps 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
Place 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
Aired 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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Monday, May 11, 2015

A Case for Versatile Poets

The poetic genres which stem from the non-compliant form of poetry are streaming all over the place. If I did not know better I’d say it is some conspiracy out there bent on “killing the bird that laid the golden egg”.

Laughing out loud!

Will they succeed?


What I envisaged is a state of peaceful coexistence between Fixed Form and Open Form.

Why this optimism?

Take the food industry as an example. Fast-food outlets are all over the place and doing very well monetarily. This has not stopped the gourmet restaurants from doing equally as well.


Different strokes for different people.

Poetic form is very much more flexible nowadays than ever before. Many modernist and postmodernist poets eschew recognizable forms, and write in non-conformist genres. However, poetry remains distinguished from prose by its form and style. Some regard for basic formal structures of poetry will be found in even the best non-conformist genre like free verse and there can be no denying of the fact. Similarly, in the best poetry written in the classical form there will be departures from strict form for emphasis or effect. Both forms of poetry have useful purposes but what I think poets from both sides of the poetic divide must do is to strive for versatility in their creative endeavours. My sentiments on this are found in the ode written in free verse found in “Poetry For All Seasons”. It goes like this:

Ode to Poetry

Since poetry is the food of the senses,
cart me loads of wholesome flesh,
beneath the skin and on the bone
like a flamingo, I take my time to pick,
and eat with delightful intensity
the savoury cuts of poetry.

With beak-like quills, of granite,
flint and stone, in jaws clinching,
opening to unwind...
flinging words, like flying feathers,
each crafted thought cascading down,
with riddled sensuous thrills;

Myriads of cognitive sparks, light up the mind.

Oh give me poetry to make me grow,
a little fat, and a bit, of this, and that;
a succulent slice of poetry,
our poetic ancestors left behind.

The point which I’m trying to make here is that versatility should be the goal of serious poets. However, the benchmarks found in classical poetry should not be ignored. These standards should propel poets to reach even greater heights as they strive for versatility. A versatile poet dabbles in both forms of poetry. Versatility comes from being familiar with and by practising conventional forms. Traditional forms are great stepping stones for honing the craft of poetry and for extending poetry into new or unchartered waters. However, versatility is achieved through the mastery of poetic techniques and devices.

© Paterika Hengreaves

Sunday, May 10, 2015

The Scam

Yon spider! Look what meshy home he keeps,
Of lines and curves; of dangling, sticky threads;
A network balloons cross a sky so blue.

Kia Ora friends, do come into my whole
Wide world, made particularly for you.
A scam, perhaps! To catch those freebies' hides.

With gliding moves, and amplifying eyes
On web, the strict logging commands much sway;
In walks today, a knave with vicious mood.

So surprise! Reached for mouse, the closest thing,
And crashed the net, then eight cookies crumbled
Nasty trash, to flood the recycle bin.

So what is this hoopla here all about;
A brain so vast, with panoramic view
Of mankind's awesome, power tool embossed!

It boils up; oil for food, and food for oil;
This warning, bolder than a cache of gold,
Terror on land, the sea, and sky must stop.

© Paterika Hengreaves
March 2006/Ohio, USA

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The Hendecasyllable Blooming Forest

Yonder in blooming forest stands a white house;
The high road and the low road all lead to it;
Its express traffic spins on the gas of Gauss;
One is mindful about the parity bit.

Rejoice and always give some thanks to the King;
Search nature’s wardrobe for her exotic blooms;
Watch! How the heliconia claws each thing;
Much mistrust everywhere around them mushrooms.

False birds of paradise nest in the forest;
Watch those fireflies in seasons of rebirth;
Plenty humans compete to win the contest;
Their endless acid vile wells out no such mirth.

The chatter of green monkeys and raucous birds;
Disturb the whole serenity of the woods;
Politico feeds on the best gaffs in words;
Their floral arrangements shape their brand of goods.

Greatly in flower forest stands the white house;
It beamed in the darkest knight with dazzling light;
The heliconic bush still claws with great rouse
This bailout handout is no ‘Turkish delight’!

© Paterika Hengreaves

Tuesday, April 28, 2015

Wisdom in Rhymes

If words have no meaning,
If words are empty suits,
With no roots or off shoots;
Then why are we speaking?
Then why are we screaming?

Why speak words unfeeling?
Why speak words misleading?
If words have no meaning,
If words are empty suits,
With no roots or off shoots;

Why speak words of passion,
In linguistic fashion,
If words have no meaning;
If words are empty suits,
With no roots or off shoots;

Why humans have this gift?
Non-persons a makeshift;
If words have no meaning;
If words are empty suits
With no roots or off shoots;

Words have consequences,
And words make sentences,
With heaps of imagery,
To lead divergent thoughts
Through webs of juggernauts;

Words do rain down judgment,
On the past and present,
With heaps of metaphors
To lead, divergent thoughts
By the rich and have-nots;

Words are not empty suits;
They grow roots and offshoots;
All words do have meaning;
Flush all the vitriol
Down, toilet once for all.

Bridle flapping red flag
With civilities' tag;
For words do have meaning;
They are not empty suits;
They grow roots and offshoots.

Tone up red flag daily;
Christina sings brightly;
Ever-green with meaning,
Growing roots and offshoots;
Words are not empty suits.

Sunflowers’ lights snuff out,
In Arizona's drought;
Drying tears with sane words;
Tucson's love swamps the throng,
In speeches and in song;

Policing hard today;
And folks want their own-way;
Liberal parenting;
Hooligans out of hand;
Respect no laws of land.

Spread sunflowers around;
Where frienemies abound,
Speaking with dog-whistles;
Let our thoughts and our deeds,
Spring gardens of good seeds.

© Paterika Hengreaves
January 12, 2011/12:31 PM/Cassia Drive, Barbados

Sunday, April 26, 2015

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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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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These fields and hills beyond recall
Are now our very own
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With expectations great
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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.


We loyal sons and daughters all
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These fields and hills beyond recall
Are now our very own
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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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