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Thursday, October 30, 2014

Planted Hero of Trafalgar Square

This square within a square
So many times those things
Before us, we don't see;
The changing tide we fight,
It with all 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? The bad ones
Flow from those teary eyes,
And terror everywhere;
How many times do we
See square 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,
All over the island;
There stands a Navy man
In Trafalgar Square in
Independence Square with
Limestone eyes at Barrow,
Our national hero;
This sailor from Britain;

Square within a square,
No pun intended, but
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
In 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.
He watches ocean deep;
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, demanding
So much more than a glance;
Tourists from near and far
Have come to pay homage
To noble Englishman
In bronzed-like body wear;

With flashing cameras,
On this their Libra knight;
His stony face shines in
The hot tropical sun,
As he bemoans the bell
That chimes loudly in his
Ears like Big Ben every
Hour and the hovering
Birds that shit on his head
And "ladies of the night"; 

Colonial Bajans
Worshiped this Admiral,
'Cause at forty-seven
This Lord, a rector's son
Showed extreme bravery
In Battle Trafalgar,
Eighteen hundred and five,
Bajans adopted Englishman
As their new found hero
In their "Little England";

Eight years after his death,
Westmacott’s bronze statue
Of this rector’s son was
Place on Barbados' soil
In Trafalgar Square and
His memory lives on;
In colonial breeze
But discontent surfaced
Concerning his placement
In the Trident nation;

Patriotic Bajans
Aired their discontentment
For this British hero,
Lord Nelson in their square,
Heroes Square, with Barrow,
Father of their nation
Their hero, who gave them
Independence in the
Year, nineteen sixty-six,
And sent back Union Jack;

To quell the discontent
That brewed on the island,
Trafalgar Square renamed,
The Independence Square;
Discontentment 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 Heroes

The jury is still out;
Lord Nelson still usurps;
Politicians silent; 
The Trident people still
Waiting for the day, when
Admiral Lord Nelson,
This British hero is
Relocated to a
Place at the Garrison;
His final resting place...

Poetics of the occasion has its roots in history and much use is made of historical imagery.  Its focus is to delineate events of the past by incorporating elements of artful composition and poetic diction.  The poem “Planted Hero of Trafalgar Square” reflects scenes from Barbados colonial ties with Great Britain and the diplomatic battle for independence with Great Britain which Barbados won.

In writing a poem with historical imagery, poets have a slightly different responsibility than do historians.  A modern historian is expected to present factually correct narratives. The poet writing historical poems can adhere to this ideal, but often use poetic license to communicate ideas beyond mere facts, such as mythical or emotional truths.  Contemporary poet is also concern with keeping the voices of historical persons alive who have passed on. Also, I might add that an occasional poem serves various ulterior motives. One such motive might include informing the audience at the time of present events, often to draw parallels and make a political statement. Other motives might be personal, if poets feel a connection to the historical events they are recording. When history seems relevant to poets’ lives, occasional poetry can be a means for emotional expression just like any other type of poetry.

Sunday, September 21, 2014

Comments onThird Person Persona Omniscient

In poetry what does the term “Third Person Persona Omniscient” mean? This phase means that the poet is no longer the lead character in the poem, but rather has taken on the task of observer whose role now is to observe, follow the characters with great passion like those paparazzi and narrate own perspective, the innermost thoughts of those characters in the poem, from every conceivable angle. This shifting role from “First Person Persona” to “Third Person Persona Omniscient” is tactically achieved by making use of any of the following pronouns; “she”, “he”, “it”, “her”, “him”, “they” and “them” as shown in Flowchart below.




The poem “Rhyming for True” as shown below is an example of a poem written in Third Person Persona Omniscient.

Ryming 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
Must be thinking that skunks hide 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 say their fears are routine.

Comments on Third Person Persona Limited Omniscient

The third box on this flowchart shows third person pronouns which poets evoke when writing poems in third person persona.  The poem "Irritation in Hendecasyllable" shown below this chart is a Third Person Persona Limited Omniscient poem.

Irritation in Hendecasyllable

Oh my, this day for her started so very mean;
She began work day with friendly smiles and keen;
Low and behold, some fiend stuck her with a pin;
Such brutal assault can only be a sin.
Battered so unjustly in cyber-valley,
From space claws, and left half-dead, the finale;
To my mind this smells like some conspiracy;
Ponder now over such blatant lunacy.
She should never think to battle a bobcat;
Or any alley cat that likes a fur mat;
So on her head it keeps raining cats and dogs ;
Night is here and so too are her whistling frogs.
Those voodoo gods she should on them cast her spell;
For such pain on her around the water well.

In a Third Person Persona Limited Omniscient poem, the poet writes the story from the viewpoint of one character in the story and lets the reader know what one character thinks, sees, knows, hears and feels. Note carefully the type of third person pronouns are use in the poem, and feelings injected in the poem toward the character;  for they give clues as to whether the poem is really in the realm of a "Third Person Persona Limited Omniscient" poem.

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