Claire V. Bogdanos

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

DECEPTION ( 2013 ) 2013/11/30

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The snake has left its skin behind

In hope that those who watch are blind

To cuckold all before their eyes

And speed their cultures quick demise

All values lost the powers lag

Who will defend the heroes flag ?

 

PUZZLE ( 2013 ) 2013/11/29

Filed under: POEMS.....THOUGHTS.....MEMORIES — bogdanosclaire @ 11:40 pm
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I miss my mom I loved her so

I’d like to think that when I go

To join her in the promised land

She will be there to take my hand.

But if this hope cannot be so

I’m sure that I will never know

And little matter does it make

If this belief is a mistake.

Here is the message we may save

There is no mem’ry in the grave !

 

THANKS ( 2013 ) 2013/11/28

Filed under: POEMS.....THOUGHTS.....MEMORIES — bogdanosclaire @ 2:24 pm
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I love you Lord, this much I know

I’m thankful for the trees that grow

The flowers that will all spring forth

As winter winds escape due north,

The raucous clouds that bring us rain

To help implode great fields of grain

And snow that melts into the stream

Where schools of fish will spawn and teem.

I’m grateful for the air that sings

And carries life upon its wings

The gull, the dove, the sparrow small

Belong to God as do we all !

 

FRONT DOOR ( 2013 ) 2013/11/27

Filed under: POEMS.....THOUGHTS.....MEMORIES — bogdanosclaire @ 12:06 pm
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My Mother taught me how to smile

To keep my values all worthwhile

And try to be both sweet and kind

Despite the anger one may find.

My Father taught me to be true

Respect the old red, white and blue,

To honor God with faith and deed

And cultivate both plant and seed.

My Nana taught me how to pray

And live with truth from day to day

My Pop he gave me sober thought

To follow all the lessons taught.

My old Aunt Rose helped me to grow

Into the girl who learned to sew

My children taught me how to wait

With patience at lifes starting gate.

I’m blest for all the lessons learned

And grateful for the friends I’ve earned

But most of all I’m thankful for

The chance to knock at God’s front door.

 

ONE LAST CHOICE ( 2013 ) 2013/11/26

Filed under: POEMS.....THOUGHTS.....MEMORIES — bogdanosclaire @ 11:45 am
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Could we but know what life may hold

Would we perform in manner bold

Or take the path of lesser ways

To weaken failures of our days ?

I’m never sure what I should choose

There’s much at stake to win or lose

Somehow I’d like to think that I

Might opt to give love one last try !

 

THE PATHWAY ( 2013 )

Filed under: POEMS.....THOUGHTS.....MEMORIES — bogdanosclaire @ 10:55 am
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This heart of mine has run its race

But finds there is a lot more space

To gather in those left outside

Who’ve lost their way, their hope, their pride.

They need some help to reinvent

The manner days and lives are spent

While we who’ve tred this path before

Have learned to knock upon the door

That opens wide to Gods true way

To teach, to help, to thank, to pray !

 

GRACE ( 2013 ) 2013/11/25

Filed under: POEMS.....THOUGHTS.....MEMORIES — bogdanosclaire @ 11:54 am
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The time has come the book is read

We will not scurry to our bed

For all our dreams will fade and die

In that brief space we bid goodbye.

The earthly stores we hid away

Will come to nought on that last day

Our lives were meant to end in grace

As we now know it’s God we face.

 

DATELINE: HOBOKEN, NJ, USA “RESPONSIBILITY” ( 1984 ) 2013/11/24

Filed under: POEMS.....THOUGHTS.....MEMORIES — bogdanosclaire @ 11:16 pm
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EXCUSE ME, but where do I register to vote ?  My first official act upon returning to HOBOKEN in the 70’s was to sign the voting register.  From that day to this I don’t believe that I have missed even the most insignificant election, if such a thing exists !  I have come to the conclusion that in a democracy there is nothing of insignificance about our freedom of choice.  When we originally migrated to Hoboken I was referred to as a “New Yorker”, my knowledge of  New York somewhat limited to Macy’s, the Museum of Natural History, South Street Seaport and Balducci’s !  A friend commented to me the other day “You’re beginning to sound like old Hoboken”.  At last, ACCEPTANCE !  The remark was prompted by my observation that I had not seen a familiar face in a popular eatery the whole evening, I’m not sure that I enjoyed the feeling !  However I concluded I’d been cocooning since the last election, unable to decipher what changes would mean to me.  I was going to miss the Old Guard just when I was beginning to agree with them !  Having spent too many years in suburbia, I had come to expect politics to be a quasi-part-time occupation indulged in by retired CEOs to perk up leisuretime.  How little I knew !  Today I was being replaced by new blood and differing concepts, time to go with the flow.  I still haven’t  quite accepted the fact that Pollyanna has moved on !  Who would believe one could achieve anonymity in a one mile square area where everyone still stoop-sits ?  Progress, as media are crying, “loss of privacy”.  Excuse me but I need to put my name on my doorbell !              Sincerely,               Claire B.

 

THE IMPOSTER ( 2013 ) 2013/11/23

Filed under: POEMS.....THOUGHTS.....MEMORIES — bogdanosclaire @ 12:18 pm
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It will be,  Lord what it will be

An homage to our victory

For words we’ve said and deeds we’ve done

There in dark night and light of sun.

Man is not one of patient soul

He searches for his selfish goal

And lusting for uneven chance

He will indulge the devils dance.

He’ll shift and lie and pounce and weave

Before he scurries off to leave

He has no weight and is not true

There is no faith in what he’ll do !

Hence we must wait until he’s spent

To ponder where our freedoms went

It will take time to garner strength

To help retrieve our lives at length

But we shall win have no small doubt

God is our Hero most devout !

 

CONSCIENCE ( 2013 ) 2013/11/22

Filed under: POEMS.....THOUGHTS.....MEMORIES — bogdanosclaire @ 4:18 pm
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At last the time has come for us to see

The battles that define our legacy

That follow us wherever we may go

No matter what the odds win, place or show.

This world a test in which we must compete

Display our colours calmly in defeat

And if by chance the winners we should be

Do take the lead with deep humility.

Have faith and trust in that we will conceive

Know God abides in all that we believe !

 

GODS GIFT ( 2013 ) 2013/11/21

Filed under: POEMS.....THOUGHTS.....MEMORIES — bogdanosclaire @ 4:04 pm
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We know the hand of God above

Bids us accept His way of love

This should be so for all of us

The fuel of life’s great omnibus.

To lead another by the hand

We find it sense to understand

God made no one to live alone

Our hearts and heads not carved of stone.

We own the power to include care

With values that we keep  and share

Our duty is to love with joy

In truthful ways we need employ

For love is more than carnal lust

It’s kind and sweet and sure and just.

 

KEEP DREAMING ( 2013 ) 2013/11/20

Filed under: POEMS.....THOUGHTS.....MEMORIES — bogdanosclaire @ 1:31 pm
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On wings of hope our dreams take flight

To carry us through troubled night

Up to the clouds above our heads

While we sleep tight upon our beds.

For dreams can be the sweetest things

As we escape on quilted wings,

Then wish no more my precious child

That days will be both kind and mild.

Our God shall greet us as we fly

Into His arms with lullaby

And sing a song there while we sleep

To cradle all the fears we keep

And waken with the mornings light

To other fortunes beaming bright !

 

THE FUTURE ( 2013 ) 2013/11/19

Filed under: POEMS.....THOUGHTS.....MEMORIES — bogdanosclaire @ 1:51 pm
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There is one truth of which I’m sure

The infants heart is good and pure

His innocence exists innate,

While growing he is taught to hate.

A child that’s raised in wisdoms care

Is one who learns to give and share.

His kindly deeds and honest ways

Will closely shadow all his days,

And if we shower him with cheer

One day may lead us out of fear.

 

JUST REPRISE ( 2013 ) 2013/11/17

Filed under: POEMS.....THOUGHTS.....MEMORIES — bogdanosclaire @ 5:20 pm
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My heart cries out, the pain intense

What life is this devoid of sense ?

Are we all mad or lost our mind

As time moves on what shall we find ?

Is peace a word we’ll disregard,

Which human traits shall we discard ?

I think we’ve had enough of this

The loss of faith and lack of bliss,

It’s time for us to lift our eyes

Ask God to speed mans just reprise !

 

SENSELESS ( 2013 )

Filed under: POEMS.....THOUGHTS.....MEMORIES — bogdanosclaire @ 1:35 pm
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The winds of war blow harsh and shrill

To pierce the heart with their bone chill

Battles fought without thought or care

While wars are waged by those who’d dare.

Fear that’s wrought upon the living

Small time spent in kindness giving

To save the world and aid the meek

The peace of God has none to speak.

There to some end that one can’t name

They kill the young, the old, the game

Both sides lay dying in the street

Finality which tastes defeat,

The sense of it one cannot see

Oh war, where is thy victory ?

 

THANK YOU ( 2013 ) 2013/11/16

Filed under: POEMS.....THOUGHTS.....MEMORIES — bogdanosclaire @ 7:05 pm
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Thank you Lord for another day

The wind is cool the sky is gray

But if we wait a little while

The morning sun begins to smile.

Such joy to wake this way each morn

Why should I feel lost or forlorn ?

My heart is full my mind is clear

My love of God defeats my fear

I am so glad that I can see

God’s gracious care that comforts me !

 

DATELINE: HOBOKEN, NJ, USA “DESTINY” ( 1984 ) 2013/11/14

Filed under: POEMS.....THOUGHTS.....MEMORIES — bogdanosclaire @ 6:40 pm
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EXCUSE ME, they’re playing our song !  Do you remember the words ?  “God bless America land that I love”. A kind of poetry, words of songs that began with men like George M.  Cohan and women like Kate Smith.  Words we’ve  disregarded for years in lieu of MTA, Walkman, Beatles, Michael Jackson and even Lionel Ritchie.  The problem has been that we haven’t made room for both, like forgetting how great a cold beer is after acquiring a taste for Stoli on the rocks! “She’s the emblem of the land I love, the home of the free and the brave,”. It used to be, these songs filled many a hall with resounding applause and many a heart with astounding pride.  What “the world needs now ” is a healthy dose of plain old fashioned patriotism.  Let’s see a show of hands and maybe a show of flags.  Take time out to thank someone for doing their job well, a nurse, teacher, postman, waiter, bus driver, a child.  Maybe they’ll thank us in return by doing even better !  Today we stand at the crossroads and must choose between old habits or a rejuvenated search for national identity.  Look around, we grouse too much, blame someone else, ask others to do our job not realizing that we are each an integral part of the whole.  A broken toe causes a body to limp, throw away the crutches, stand up tall and stop playing cripple!  Excuse me while I salute the flag!              Sincerely,                                                    Claire B.

 

DATELINE: HOBOKEN, NJ, USA “ARMISTICE DAY” ( 2013 )

Filed under: POEMS.....THOUGHTS.....MEMORIES — bogdanosclaire @ 4:21 pm
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The 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month of the year 1918, that was the original Armistice Day that morphed into Veteran’s Day in 1954.  My only sibling was born at that precise moment in 1939.  My dad referred to her as his “American Flag” !  She weighed in at 8 lbs. 11 oz. and became the epitome of patriotism as she grew.  She sure could write !  Recently, necessity demanded that I winnow my mementoes, the result  being the discovery of my original DATELINE articles self-published for the patrons of HOBOKEN HOUSE, I will be sharing, without editing, these 30 year old articles and hope you may find the humor is still applicable !  Good luck with that, right ?  For those of you who thirst for other avenues of interest, may I suggest that you read “Thieves of Baghdad” by my son, Colonel Matthew Bogdanos, U.S.M.C., retired, an exciting account of the search for ancient relics.  Do you remember that old commercial, “Try it, you’ll like it !”, perhaps ?                     Sincerely,                                                     Claire B.

 

UNFAITHFUL ( 2013 ) 2013/11/11

Filed under: POEMS.....THOUGHTS.....MEMORIES — bogdanosclaire @ 2:16 pm
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I miss the dream that slipped away

It fluttered by and did not stay

I’ve missed it all these many years

And always will recall the tears.

This dream of ours that was so sweet

Left me alone here incomplete

My heart was lost and insecure

Too sad to say there’s been no cure.

My love was strong my heart was true

I hoped somehow yours could be too !

 

HELP US LORD ( 2013 )

Filed under: POEMS.....THOUGHTS.....MEMORIES — bogdanosclaire @ 1:40 pm
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Beseech the Lord, He’s always there

Lift up your voice to Him in prayer

And raise your arms to call His name

Beg Him help save the halt and lame.

Grant us the strength to see this through

Roll back black clouds from skies of blue

Reach out a hand which we may clasp

Or garments edge that we can grasp.

Lord with each breath we’ll ask today

For aid to carry us away

Upon the winds in God’s command

We’ll follow Him air, sea and land.

 

NOVEMBER ( 2013 ) 2013/11/10

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Oh brisk November, cold and chill

Baring all of bleak winters ill

Your days are short while nights are long

The winds too brash, the currents strong.

The message that’s delivered here

Now echoes clearly on the ear

No matter what your stay may bring

God guarantees each newborn spring.

 

TRUE LOVE ( 2013 ) 2013/11/09

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I’ve thought a lot about romance

And pondered if a second chance

Might be of value at some stage

Who has the time at this ripe age ?

The faithful love that does endure

Is one which is both kind and sure

Within this sphere that we may share

The love of God for whom we care !

 

SCHEDULE ( 2013 ) 2013/11/08

Filed under: POEMS.....THOUGHTS.....MEMORIES — bogdanosclaire @ 2:08 pm
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The dark angel has passed me by

One cannot guess how glad am I

I’ve been upon this path before

And grateful now he’s skipped my door.

I am not ready yet to die

There is much left that I must ply

Perhaps he’ll understand my plight

Convinced I’m not too weak to fight.

Of course he’ll try another day

And know when I can’t longer stay

But when that time arrives at last

I’ll pack my dreams and exit fast !

 

THE BIBLE ( 2013 ) 2013/11/07

Filed under: POEMS.....THOUGHTS.....MEMORIES — bogdanosclaire @ 4:09 pm
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It seems to me as our frantic life moves on

There’s one book of wisdom we can lean upon !

 

CAN IT BE ? ( 2013 )

Filed under: POEMS.....THOUGHTS.....MEMORIES — bogdanosclaire @ 4:02 pm
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Can it be that I’m a dreamer who fritters life away

And does not have the sense at least to try another way ?

True I don’t have the answer as to what my life should be

But I hope that God approves if I choose humility.

 

ADIEU ( 2013 ) 2013/11/04

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I am so sad I’ve lost a friend

Much too soon for ones life to end,

Seems time had only just begun

Replete with love and joy and fun,

And now to bid this last goodbye

Ere the angels teach her to fly !

 

ANNA ( 2013 )

Filed under: POEMS.....THOUGHTS.....MEMORIES — bogdanosclaire @ 7:19 pm
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Her gentle smile,  her charm and grace

Her tender ways, her sweet, sweet face

She’s left us with her last embrace

And gone to find God’s holy place.

 

REALITY ( 2013 ) 2013/11/03

Filed under: POEMS.....THOUGHTS.....MEMORIES — bogdanosclaire @ 2:16 pm
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The wind moves quickly through the trees

Loose missiles sailing on the breeze

Branches bristling flush with their leaves

Some landing there upon the eaves

Some flying swiftly to the ground

Others blowing turn round and round.

Like fugitives in some mad race

Each seeking their own resting place

Gusts increasing now growing bold

Like vestiges of legends old

That leave to us our final quest

We must survive old Natures best.

 

 
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