Claire V. Bogdanos

POEMS….THOUGHTS…..MEMORIES

SAFE ( 2013 ) 2013/04/30

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The dark of night envelopes me in clouds of pain I

cannot bear

Pain that’s like an old companion whose ugly fashion

I won’t wear

Or bow beneath its will to tame me or yoke me

in its wide scope

I’m not a hostage in its grasp who’s doomed

to suffer without hope

I’ll fight the way that God has shown

with prayers of faith that my lips sing

While angel arms save and guard me

and carry me upon their wing.

 

SLUMBER’S BABE ( 1957 )

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It seems to me the infant child

Imbues the world with his sly smile

The helpless babe in slumber lies

Yet woos you with his half- closed eyes,

The fragile hand that reaches out

To grasp your nose can leave no doubt

That here in one small bundle grows

The dearest gift that mankind knows.

 

WEEDS ( 2003 )

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How can you pluck even the smallest weed

That does spring and grow from the meanest seed

Whose path whistled on the wind’s sowing song

Whence carried to earth’s bed and there belonged?

Now we’ve called them each by some awkward name

And we’ll stunt their spread or we’ll make them tame.

A weed is a whisp of unwanted fare

That lives by a road when others won’t dare.

It covers a meadow that grass will shun

Or bides in a spot that greets not the sun.

Weeds are a blessing in myriad ways

Craftily seen on the plainest of days,

Flaunting their garb with a bit of aplomb

At times when even the bees cease to hum.

 

A weed’s like a thought that fear can’t destroy

Using up space that none else will employ,

Forcing us all to encounter some things

We’d sooner forget life’s mutiny brings.

 

 
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