Choices

(Dialogue Poem)

Ejects and dejects cried;

Same game on either side;

You go in; you come out;

Your choice is, smile or pout;

You drop it in, and wait;

The choice is yours Gaye Tate.

What choice do I have Drew?

But sit and chat with you,

And hear your point of view.

Thank you Gaye for your ears;

Amid the hype and noise;

There is always a choice;

My point to you is this;

Crackers they will dismiss;

Ignorance is not bliss;

Take a slice off whole bread;

Choice is always widespread;

To wed on not to wed;

Lesbian, straight or gay

Wrong or right, what's your say?

Why you ask this of me?

Not in closet, but free;

Gay by name and nature;

Thanks to legislature.

Have you read Charles Strite's post?

Pray tell who is this man?

Don't know him from Adam;

So you don't eat toast bread!

I dab it with glow-spread.

He was an inventor

Of the pop-up toaster;

Check him out on Google;

Such knowledge is useful.

Don't have a computer.

You have got to be kidding!

No! No! Not rich like you.

Where is the sun today?

All day the sky will weep;

Still I must feed the sheep;

My eclipse biscuits fell

In stew, what to do, Drew? 

Don’t you be a baboon!

Fish them out with pot spoon

Eat and chat with Lorraine,

A balanced life maintain... 

Drew, you controlling freak,

I asked simple question;

Not your lecture session.

Bravo my friend we do

Have choices, in a queue;

My point to you is this:

Ignorance is not bliss.

So now I am stupid,

And you are so lucid?

I am simply saying,

It's an undertaking

To weigh, the pros and cons;

Think, why shoes hurt your corns?

Oh come off it, you freak,

With your lecturing streak!

© Paterika Hengreaves

June 13, 2013

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Rhyming for True

(Third Person Persona Omniscient)

“Water, glycerin, oil or gel”, she yelled;

And thinks kids don’t have a clue how to spell;

Anxious boys rubbed their heads before the bell;

Today, the tap runs slow; she said “Oh well,

Drench them now before their skins burn like hell”.

In her mind’s eye she sees water abuse

This issue she likes to bring up with Bruce

Lather every body part up and down

Face first; “What for?” he said “in front the clown”;

“Wash very well between those locks and curls”;

She said to him, “Get off my bloody nerves”.

“See now they all have eaten the hors d'oeuvres”.

Cleanliness is uppermost in Sue’s mind

Thinks gluttony is a child of a swine

“Hey, see those trees all dressed in coats of snow

On their trunks, leaves, limbs; Oh how well they glow;

Spring has come to wash them from head to toe,

Refreshed with food” she said, and so much more;

In her eyes she mused; spring is at man’s door;

She fancies prancing in crop-over band,

Sweet calypso vibes, with her toes in sand...

“Mom always sings in bathroom” said Michelle

“Then off she goes to work fields at Bakewell”;

She likes wearing shoes from Mademoiselle;

Holding noses they shouted as they ran

Thinking that skunks are hiding in bedpan,

In that house that is never spick-and-span;

To romp and roll with mahogany bird.

“Deadly tornado struck Oklahoma,

Wind speed has moved on to Arizona”

Said the storm chaser to the Governor;

Anderson Cooper from cable network

Said, “First responders’ knees deep, in hard work”;

A transvestite was seen fleeing the scene;

Ghastly faces show their fears are routine.

© Paterika Hengreaves

June 2013/Barbados

Rhyming for True

(Third Person Persona)

“Water, glycerin, oil or gel”, she yelled

“And why not look for words kids cannot spell?”

Anxious boys rubbed their heads before the bell;

Today, the tap runs slow; she said “Oh well,

Drench them now before their skins burn like hell”.

Lather every body part up and down

Face first; “What for?” he said “in front the clown”;

“Wash very well between those locks and curls”;

She said to him, “Get off my bloody nerves”.

“See now they all have eaten the hors d'oeuvres”.

“Hey, see those trees all dressed in coats of snow

On their trunks, leaves, limbs; Oh how well they glow;

Spring has come to wash them from head to toe,

Refreshed with food” she said, and so much more;

“Then comes harvest time right at each man's door”.

“Mom always sings in bathroom” said Michelle

“Then off she goes to work fields at Bakewell”;

Holding noses they shouted as they ran

“A skunk is here hiding under bedpan

In the house that is never spick-and-span”.

“Deadly tornado struck Oklahoma,

Wind speed has moved on to Arizona”

Said the storm chaser to the Governor;

Anderson Cooper from cable network

Said, “First responders’ knees deep, in hard work”;

© Paterika Hengreaves

June 2013/Barbados

Whaakaria Mai/ How Great Thou Art

A Testimony of Faith

(Irregular Ode)

On twenty eleven December thirty-first

Plunged into baptism; my journey began

As a Latter Day Saint

In The Church of Jesus Christ, on Black Rock;

Praying with the rest in glorious Sunday worship

Feasting on His word and sacrament

With sisters and brothers in the church

Reading holy scriptures and Joseph Smith’s research;

The teachings of Christ’s, living prophets they unlock;

Praising my God with Elders well verse

In Gospel Principles, and a whole lot more;

Through faith I know this Church is true;

Singing of hymns I truly adore;

Bountiful blessings God pours on my head

Wayward paths indeed for me no longer tread;

My faith in Christ has no brakes to restraint;

Daily at the Cross, He wipes away my tears

And erase my fears,

The atoning Blood of Christ has set me free;

Divinely inspired, I feast on His word;

Splashing waters of truth, quenching my thirst;

No more do I dance

And prance to the devil’s drums

Because, I must be ready when Jesus comes...

This my testimony I share with you

Because I know it is true

I say these words in the blessed name

Of Jesus Christ, Amen!


©Paterika Hengreaves

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Blissful Countryside

(Idyllic, dactylic pentameter decastich with rhyming couplets)

Hate the restriction on living on folks in suburbia;

Lately she suffers from noise, and from hyperthermia;

Longing to swing in the trees and to feed animals and birds;

Whispering wind on eaves in her ears and the barking curs;

Smell the aroma of boiling sugar in atmosphere;

Hearing the galloping sound of a buggy in tow by mare;

Rural abode and so blissfully healthy for good life;

Loving the land and its sacred endowments with good wife;

Marvel at smiling sky kissing the fertile and sweet land;

Ponders annoying dilemma; concrete jungles withstand.

High on your feet, will you! Hear ye the planet, it cries out;

Littering bugs they disrupt in and out; so insane! Shout;

Speak will you, killers of earth, polluters with hard-ears;

Polluting, burning and wasting of crops with ashes’ tears.

Now we behold the miracle of creation close-up;

Slaving away on the plantation days of yore pile-up;

Free to reminisce on porch and to savor the view;

Swinging with the trade winds in a hammock of sky blue;

Pastures again, the hillsides, and the fields very green;

Here ye this! Food for masses to live fat or lean...

©Paterika Hengreaves
April 28, 2013

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