Claire V. Bogdanos

Acceptance,Knowledge,Love,New Chapter,Process,Wisdom,

MATURITY ( 1978 ) 2013/02/22

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There’s a trembling in my heart, a quivering in my hand,

Just the slightest hint of swirling fluttering where I stand,

A surging rushing  warmth flowing to my utmost parts,

Confusion o’ercoming me with flushing stops and starts,

A headiness and joy that seems now overbearing

Throbbing with desire, timeless thrill beyond comparing,

A timid fascination with thoughts that breathe unreal,

Perchance to open hidden doors and to my heart appeal.

To know that I have passed the age of recognition

With halting hope to dare enthralling expedition

Into the realm I dreamt beyond my aspiration,

There bask in subtle wisps of tender adulation,

To grasp for fleeting time, life’s mute love, morsels glowing

Gentle years no more alone, abide with grace bestowing.


COLOR ( 1963 ) 2013/02/20

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Pink and blue and maize and white

Shades of green from dark to light

Colors bathed with sunshine bright

Cheerful rainbow of delight,

Their bold brilliance blinding me

For it’s all the eye can see

Beauty fair reminding me

Of God’s massive pageantry.


See love and care, row on row

Flowers in a garden grow

Showing us the scant we know

Of things above, things below.

For this earth’s been gayly crowned

Blessings flow and wealth abound,


Flourish both with sight and sound

In display born of the ground.

When you look upon the hill

Laugh with each glad daffodil

Absorb the joyous sight until

Both heart and mind wax ever still.



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This juncture in time converging slowly with pride

To sort out the goals that are rebelling inside,

Emotional waves flooding the vision obscure

Mediocrity blames an environ demure,

For truth be it known dwindles and fades forbidden

Like the sun from the eyes by a storm cloud hidden.

To seek what is real a task worth compelling

With a righteous anger rising and swelling,

That choice which is made with its judgement deriving

From the depth of the heart and object surviving.


To settle for less, but continue existing

With an absolute will and madness resisting,

Or to strive for a course which endows not our aim

And lies beyond the reach of skills from which we came

Thus find this brief want an indelicate desire,

Arrogant thought amiss, in our race to aspire,

Zealously working in a manner fulfilling,

Escape not the ruse with the subject unwilling.

An apparition that clings to motive intense,

This spectre of a dream persists in seeming sense

Yet knowing in the end, we chose a path unreal

With a wish to consume and the need to conceal.


Hence, settling for less with a passion abounding

Accepting a road steeped in safety astounding

Reaching a moment of decision too callous,

Reality demands truth, bred without malice,

To desert that hope for which we struggled too long

And so seek out a place where our cares can belong.

It’s a delicate ghost of this longing we share

That we’ll call second best adapt, rather than dare,

And stand before the signpost, caution force delay,

Crossroads of our lives can our weaknesses betray.


PREJUDICE ( 1954 )

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Little children, tan and white,

Helpless infants, black and brown,

Colored skins, from dark to light,

East to west, both up and down,

God’s small creatures, one and all,

Born without a hint of hate,

As they grow, some short, some tall,

Learn too fast, aware too late.


TRAVELER ( 1974 )

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It’s a hazy colored sky I see,

longing to be home, once more freely

To bathe again in the warm sunlight

and in our horizon  blue delight.

Far borders call as distant shore sings,

“Come fly away on light fairy wings.”

Then scan magic coasts of foreign lands,

enjoy subtle tides with shifting sands,

Share bold sights of untold magnitude,

traverse worlds that dwell in solitude!

Oh, weary traveler, why so pale?

Seek yet other scenes with mount and vale,

Trek many a mile with lonely heart,

to find each end akin to the start.

Yonder we search and hither we go,

floss on the breeze, the winds do us blow.

In our quest for the wisdom we seek,

truths that exist have not power to speak,

When this wayward wanderer needs rest,

remember, home remains still the best.


CADENZA ( 1956 )

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To see thy face for but once more to know thy gentle smile

To feel again your warm embrace and hold your fond caress

Close to my heart, then let you go and knowing all the while

That this will be the last of you that ever I’ll possess.

Twould be enough to suffer me and last my whole life through

When time will make it seem as though we two have never met,

And newer fancy fondle me, breath dreams and hope anew

Into my breast with vengeance praying soon that I’ll forget.


Forget you love, this cannot be for all the years that lie ahead

A single rose will bring the pain of loving you and losing,

Thus I shall know that when you left this love was waning old and dread,

The task is left for me too soon the path of life in choosing

Wherefore I’ll walk alone and sad with tears and deep regret,

And pray that you remember still that all of love cannot be torn

From your bosom, that lingers still a tear which can’t forget.

So ends our love, our paths have crossed and love thus done, leaves us forlorn.



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Speak gentle words and kindly words and words of heart’s content

Speak tender words and honest words and words of love well meant,

Tell softly in the shadows, and whisper in the rain,

With gladness when there’s laughter, in silence when there’s pain.

For words when steeped in passion, as arrows carry grief,

Fall harsh upon the hearing as wicked as a thief.

Though time, the faithful healer wil mend the broken bone

For illness of the wounded heart, no cure by man be known.


Within the limits of man’s lifespan, very brief indeed,

He’s given the tools to guide him, to fail or to succeed,

And among the very least of these was the gracious gift

Of voice with the magic power to love, and laugh, and lift.

And in all justice fairly, in the truth of every word,

Will the merit of each man, in finality be heard.


IDEALS ( 1956 )

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Of might and men and giant things

Or repasts set for lordly kings

In all of this I disavow

These luxuries but one allow

To bide with me and be content

My life in joy thus it be spent.

With man’s best morsel to indulge

That life its good, time will divulge.

Of kind and gentle beings see

Grow with its own posterity.

Enlikened to sage words and true

The calmer days thus to pursue,

Within life’s rise be satisfied

With conquests met and love implied.


To bear the yoke, humanity

To strive with pride and vanity

And not be bested by the two

Keep heart within the mind’s eye view

To count the days within recall

Wherein love’s gentle tear did fall

And not forget the times long past

When kindness shew’d its tender cast.

Let man be such among all men

The bearer of but good omen,

A friend to all, in deed a friend

For all to sadden at his end,

Yet none lament his passing ways

Dwell he among the lost we praise.


This be the will I grave for me

May friends as these but number three

My mother who now gray and old,

Retains the will to chide and scold

As often did in times gone by,

Yet loving me she would e’en die,

A mate with whom years swiftly pass

As shadows in the looking glass

Who’ll walk with me on God’s green earth

Accept me for my human worth,

( Breathe not a word about my faults)

Whose tender smile my heart exalts,

The little child with loving care

That God has deemed my life to share.

For awkward though the times may prove


And grief my eyes to sadness move,

Yet still a song to gladness sing

For all the joy life mayhaps bring,

What need have we but nought to fare

With courage strong, and so declare

Within the gates of this recluse

Here lives the gift men fear to lose.

It wills the beggar scorn a crown

And molds a smile of each man’s frown,

One strives to buy with Midas’ gold

Once bought a gift one cannot hold,

Elusive nymph where do you flee

Why dwell thou in such poverty?


Of all the gems for which we’ve paid

And all the plans that man has made,

( Too many ofttimes gone astray)

Of all of this man cannot say

Within his soul, if truth compel

That life with him in fullness dwell

And fear he not a lonely end,

Nor peace abide without a friend.

For all the goods that man shall strive

To keep him warm and safe, alive

Are but to ease his body’s need,

The will of which to supersede

That man is more than gainful goal,

He’s heart and mind and kindred soul.


THE SPARROW ( 1963 )

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I know not much of sparrow’s wings

I’ve never heard the song she sings

But as I peek through window blind

Her modest ways bring thought to mind.


This little bird without a care

Abides above, I know not where

Upon the limb of some tall tree

Beyond the sight and reach of me.


There’s not a day that passes by

That I don’t see an hundred fly

Across the fields and in the yard

Their homely wings all beating hard.


Oh,little bird, with heart intense

Within this world you’ve small defense

Your timid ways and lack of beauty

Spoil’d not your kindred sense of duty.


Do you know that I’ve looked outside

On days when other creatures hide

To find the perky sparrow knows

Where hides the smallest seed God grows.


While other birds do southward fly

When snowclouds start to rim the sky

Brave little soul, you do not flee

But winter here with frost and me.


Of all the wisdom time has brought

I’m grateful for this lesson taught

The one that most impresses me,

Dear bird survives with dignity.



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“ The fretful thing about this life

that we must tarry in its place

Await the long and frugal strife

‘fore we may revel in time’s grace,

The promises we’ve counted on

far-fetched though it perchance seems

Shall be withheld from us anon

that we may fight to capture dreams

And struggling fain thus to produce

 the best which bideth within us

Of fortune’s fancy free and loose,

to strive for grasping valor plus,

And all of this discreetly met

rise to collect thy laurels green,

Long wilted may they be and yet

the battle’s won with fates unseen.”


“ What more have need we of this goal

or plaque which will commemorate

Speak nought of effort or of toll

nor industry shall we berate,

Enlarge not on the battle’s cost

or of force with us competing,

The lesson learned cannot be lost

though it ofttimes bears repeating,

That beauty of a task well done

doth bear its own rewarding fee,

And faith in all, a battle won

will glory share accordingly.”



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‘ Neath my window a rock wall sits

With hidden doors and window slits,

Replete with active teeming sound

Vast citadel beneath the ground,

That harbouring foreign lifestyle

Wherein performed dull task worthwhile.

I count the species large and small

Barely some I can see at all,

Dirtbound hordes reckless and gleaning,

Through small channels rapid streaming,

The weariness of numbers grows

Past my fingers, beyond my toes.


I query do they toil by night

How do they see without sunlight,

My thoughts grow restless and weary

To fathom such deep mystery.

Oh grub, and worm, and ant, and bee

You are great wonderment to me,

This feeding place for hungry bird

No din of war or hatred heard

What do you know of compromise

In your safe sheltered paradise?



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Undaunted courier blithely set, errant knight of my heart,

Your journey flying sweet dulcet sounds across the waves, my love impart,

Oh, genie new of man’s pursuit that does so quickly fly,

In spite of nature’s roaring best, my terms of love imply,

Carry fast and far these words, that burning in my throat, must out and will not hide,

And make it seem as though we two are tarrying, so close as nearly side by side.

Thus if these barriers we know which scheme in ways untold, keep us apart

Your voice, so filled with longing, can still the trembling of this faint and foolish heart.


DAY TO DAY ( 1953 )

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Oh, wearisome flesh, that tires of life

Struggling this way with unbudging strife

A lonely task filled with loveless dismay

Discouraging thoughts wake pacing each day.

Active minds dealing in lifestyle mundane

Surviving practice with actions inane

Leaving nought of power and grace as such

Neither ladders to climb nor stars to touch.

While fantasy speaks, our need to fulfill

Believe peace begins at the crest of the hill

Just a pleasant cot by the roadside’s bend

With the warming fire and the faithful friend.

Each man dreams and it plagues his waking hours

Like hummingbirds whisp’ring to wilted flowers

Of unbound contentment, paramount joy,

A tinge of delight, indelicate ploy

Those masters of freedom, telling us true

Encourage your heart, its wish to pursue

To mayhaps find some other simple way

Live with self-respect merely day to day.



This loud vituperous generation

Bred of wealth and moral degradation,

Abusive seedlings of decadence sown,

Wanton youth, in lack of awareness grown,

Floundering, for want of clear fortitude

Drowning in the flow of visciditude,

Expressing blame in terms most coarse and vile,

Censure holding, and decency defiled.

Poor wasted youth in sad afflicted plight

That knows no pledge nor holds a promise bright

They having days with but little merit

Some future, this lunacy inherit.




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What shrinking cloud or blinking star

That careless flung on fateful night

Shines both on two, that dwell afar,

Apart from each with shared insight?

Love’s concert flown on broken wings,

Within the cresting of fanfare,

Where wishful thought forgotten sings

To utter this unflinching prayer:

“ Vigil keep with torch of duty,

Remain steadfast to idylls old,

Bind true faith to inward beauty

And treasure that one romance gold.”


MOURNING ( 1964 )

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Tossing, turning, waking, drowsing, reaching out in sleep unfitting

Awaking crisp and clear, sharp and clean, all dreams and thoughts permitting

License to play upon our fantasy and skim our pain away,

Yet conscience scheming, fear betraying, field a cause without delay,

Exist in part, with reason pursuing, to pray where love impedes

Life now seeming impossible, with truth and trust, blind faith succeeds,

Await your lasting decision, this trembling heart, swift speed implore

Know I could not love you so much, if I did not love myself more.


GOOD-BYE,LOVE ( 1955 )

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To need that love denied one now, so very much

Seeking the soft tenderness of that gentle touch

Caressing hands, the warming thrill of each embrace

Sweet memory hapless time refuses to erase

Now seeming gone, silent with fleetest wings away.

When was this time can it be only yesterday?

A yesterday fraught with shadows of this nightmare

That carried swift its agony of bleak despair,

Despairing love that weeps alone, the lonely years forget

And whisper wind of lovers’ trembling heart sad with regret,

Regretting dreams that only verge upon reality

Like fantasy that cannot mask its own finality.



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The smell of pine so heady on the evening breeze

Reminding me of night’s communing with the trees,

The cushion of dry needles covering the ground

I walk upon with lagging step makes lively sound

It matters not what wistful hours the heart has spent

Observing nature’s complex scheme and complement

Forevermore a wonderment this world must be

All sight and sound to witness night’s infinity.


When all those eyes that stare from dark and distant space

Constant staid from beginning time within their place,

Deep mystery when I myself cannot recall

Oh what flat spot my fleeing footsteps did last fall.

Of all the thoughts that race within the agile mind,

Search and never such accomplishment to find,

As needle, cone or sturdy tree, this fancy strike,

Numberless will bloom and grow with no two alike.

Great blessing that deep wisdom ruled since life began

Including this unspoken pact twixt God and man.



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Oh little man possessed of smaller mind

Where have you left your rigid fears behind

Or do they walk with you, your waking hours

To assault you with their secret powers,

Or follow as you weave your careful way

Through the monotony of every day?


Oh grim despairing soul that has no hope

Within darkness you taught your heart to cope

Perhaps you’ll teach your mind in time to think

Thus live midst emotion raging succinct,

And dreaming dwell upon a flagrant kiss

And planning maintain devotion amiss.


Oh grieving heart, how can you bear the pain

And never know the why or cause explain,

But wander on the loss accept with ease

Hapless craft adrift in unwielding seas?

Too sad for lack of spirit need comply

And basic mortal code for life deny.


Oh fears that pursue, limits that tarry,

Escape leaden weights that practice carry,

One nourished on an indigenous pride

Engaging fate with a challenge inside,

Deep loss that suffers lackluster concept

Inadequate values, manner inept.


How now, to greet the coming of the years

In kind with normal passage of brief tears

And accepting thus that time may deal unkind?

For wit that hope is neither deaf nor blind

But dwells with faith and modest dignity,

Spurn false ideals and feint complexity.



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Lady in the chapel, you are so strangely still

What lonely thoughts do occupy your vacant time?

There placid in the shadow waiting on God’s will,

Content and cool you wane away your ebbing prime.

How many empty years for sin, will you atone,

What courage brought you to this final precipice

To know that you may bide forever all alone,

In silence here, for mortals who have strayed amiss?

If your eyes could see, if your lips could move and speak,

What message would you bring to earthly fools as me?

Tell me mild sainted one, were we born inward weak,

Does your presence command, “ endure pain patiently”?


Is not this a matter of human complexion

We willing victims of unholy appetite?

For each seed that grows is there by some direction,

Both fed and nurtured by our nature erudite.

Symbol of faith midst candles’ small flickering glow,

Still reminding us of our inadequacy

What gift of wisdom does your approval bestow

How can your painted tears improve our legacy?


If you were life and breath possessed of moving flesh,

Endowed with hopes and dreams, consumed with thoughts serene,

Will those raised arms to gesture once and mankind bless,

Seek birth and death with faith and justice in between

Speak gently words that can be understood by all,

There in some peaceful garden full of light and song,

With trees to cover you in leaves that quiet fall,

Then in our living world your sacrifice belong.


PRISONER ( 1977 )

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There was a man of love and prudence call his name

A little boy confined within a great man’s frame,

This thoughtful man with winsome smile shed childish tears

A fretful child, one hoped had grown through fruitful years.

To live brief days alone with him, beyond the call

To seal his fate, while sure one is that love wins all

The path of gain as we define success somehow,

And see with clearer mind the truth for then and now.


So ponder how and reason questing why he lost,

A bitter start and fragile mind so temper tossed,

And rise to know he’d treat both foe and friend the same,

No thought to jest nor strength to test or carry blame.

Yet move at times with tenderest and gentle ways,

Though sure I was his life would end in lonely days

With all the wasted fragments scattered on the floor

And wisdom’s caution heed the call, strong will implore.


Useless harm to those we trust, yet who can measure

Why force the heart to bury deep valued treasure

Yet still I dream that fate endowed my simple mind

With clever ways that might I not have dealt in kind.

I loved him more than life itself for but brief time

Love could not grow nor win, in such unhealthy clime

Along the path he’d traveled far and traveled wide,

And luckless found he never knew the man inside.


COURTESY ( 1980 )

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Pick up all the pieces

and put them all away,

In dark and secret places

until another day,

Gather all your problems

and leave them in some pit,

Cover them with laughter

and sprinkle them with grit,

Smile no matter what it costs,

hide those useless tears,

Face the world with bluster

pretend you  hold no fears,

And meet the challenge bluntly,

greet the day each morn,


Courage give fair warning,

heroes are made not born,

Strength like love, must be

acquired never to be bought,

And wisdom used with caution,

lessons to be taught

Repress those distant feelings

and with faith hold them,

Take your dreams into your

 hands and firmly mold them,

Try a little patience

garnish with emotion,

Add a drop of conscience

leaving just devotion.




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Lengths of joy are shortened and trickle day by day

Into time’s labyrinth that flushes fast away,

Precious time fleeing waits on no man’s pensive moods

To bear reward of little calm, brief interludes,

Little need pursuing its worth, for truth obsessed

And selfish, begging pleasant days with love caressed.

But man has goalless aims and even lesser fight,

Woebegone fantasies forcing knowledge to flight,

Working manners that scorn consistency somehow

And lack of conscience as regards the here and now,

Rigid standards to conform without compassion,

Ignoring elements that are love’s just ration,

Then after helpless crying, wailing loud complaint

Whither have flown enchanted days without restraint.

How shallow can cling those endearing emotions,

When taken for granted, like steadfast devotions.

Yet tensile can be love that wanes and fades away

For even rocky gorges with pressure will decay,

And battles of the mind with futile gain compared

Do rage in fury, and restless find love despaired,

For even witless passion exists with some accord

Though depth and breadth, a greater tolerance afford.

But can love turn away and never blink an eye,

Not so, but pain enduring will instinct deny,

Wary heart seek its freedom no matter the cost,

Fidelity completely forsaken and lost.



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What have we here, this homely weed,

She bearing only hardy seed?

This scourge, her unborn children fly,

While other flowers bloom and die.

Oh fuzzy mop, now gray and bare,

Brazen hussy with leaves to spare,

Undaunted, give eternal pledge,

There through the thicket, through the hedge,

Seeing in the distance gleaming,

Headdress bright with color beaming.

Truth to tell you with all my heart,

Example set will faith impart

For little known to lass and lad,

This sprightly growth fills mission glad.

For other use her leaves are meant,

To other fields her missiles sent,

To feed the likes of you and me,

And cause wild birds to chirp with glee.

Gourmet critics, it’s sad to think,

Speak sharply of her wine to drink.

This little flower we term a weed,

Indicts a flaw one ought to heed.

Primping and preening, comely face,

Outrageous garment, conscious grace,

These qualities which we presume

Breed valued class or use illume,

Regal bearing, manner of speech,

Are ofttimes used to judgement reach.

How many weeds disguised by time

So lonesome wane and pass their prime

To linger by the roadside’s bend,

And waste away without a friend?

Teach me well, this rule to define,

I’ve learned from you mute dandelion.


DOMICILE ( 1958 )

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Like a strong fortress of the mind

A peaceful rest the heart can find,

In this calm place set far from fear,

Quiet times where love may appear,

Each day spent with tranquility,

Heed not greed’s mad futility

Share hope and bright aspiration,

Seek grace with keen expectation.


FREEDOM ( 1978 )

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Ah, white knight, sally forth to challenge other’s fear,

Save the way of flesh, erstwhile knowing this is real,

Engage in moral fray within your scheming sphere,

And honor call their names, forgetting how to feel.


Ole! Brave matador, fast slay the charming beast

Lest you should learn too late that heart and mind can breathe

More than scales can weigh and wanton hearts choose the least,

Dishonor code and goals with which ambition seethe.


PURPOSE ( 1977 )

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Someone I love has queried of me, “ Where are you going and why?”

And do you know I couldn’t give a satisfactory reply?

It made me pause midway and think deep thoughts too ponderous to ply.

I ceased at once, and began in earnest an “Inquisition” I,

An answer rang so simple, shrill and clear, in vacuous dismay

Oh, dear, I’ve done it once again and childlike, lost my adult way.



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Laughing lovers, holding hands, caressing,

Sharing dreams, mutual care expressing,

Youth and love hand in hand, walk beside me.

If love was dealt to me unkindly

Such a time remembering days long gone,

Left to build but faded memory upon.

Viewing you, aware of the weak façade

That veiled my own encountered brief charade.


Tender lovers, fear that insecurity possess,

Weeping dreamers, sobbing silently in sad distress,

Affairs that end when youth elusively has passed

Leaving us alone, reconciling shattered vows last,

Clasping hands, touching hearts, in time aging fears deny

Whispered promises, tomorrow’s heartache bid love goodbye.


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