Claire V. Bogdanos

POEMS….THOUGHTS…..MEMORIES

IN THE WILDERNESS ( 2014 ) 2014/11/30

Filed under: POEMS.....THOUGHTS.....MEMORIES — bogdanosclaire @ 9:11 am
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A child of God he walked my way

I bid him come he could not stay

The lamb he held its fleece was white

The coat it glistened in the night

Where do you go with tethered lamb,

“To find out who it is I am

With this my gift to sacrifice

I beg my God give his advice

Long time ago I learned that He

Forever was my destiny !”

 

TO LIFE BE TRUE ( 2014 ) 2014/11/29

Filed under: POEMS.....THOUGHTS.....MEMORIES — bogdanosclaire @ 9:04 am
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There was a child who wandered far

To chase that bright elusive star

He jumped and leapt to catch the light

That paled the shadows of the night

And took his heart to worlds beyond

With meadows lush and mystic pond.

He sallied forth in vesture grand

To greet each day with outstretched hand

He took the chance to dream anew

To open doors, to life be true

While all the time the hope grew strong

He’d find the spot where he belonged !

 

 

NO PHOTOS ( 2014 ) 2014/11/28

Filed under: POEMS.....THOUGHTS.....MEMORIES — bogdanosclaire @ 5:53 am
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There is a book of memory

That lately keeps me company

There are no pages written down

No photos, slides or CD sound.

My book remembers days gone by

Where I have laughed or I did cry

Lost faces that no longer are

Have left to visit God afar.

We all must make that trip one day

And could use help along the way

Until the moment we are done

Those memories are what we’ve won !

 

DATELINE: HOBOKEN, N J, USA. ( 2014 ) “RAGAMUFFINS” 2014/11/27

Filed under: POEMS.....THOUGHTS.....MEMORIES — bogdanosclaire @ 3:54 pm
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EXCUSE me, do you remember RAGAMUFFIN parades ?  They occurred on Thanksgiving Day, after church services but before dinner usually at 3 PM. Yes, we did go to church in the old days !  Then ran home to quickly change into our raggedy outfits needed to do our begging, remembering the obligatory shopping bag ! The proper question as friendly doors opened, “anything for Thanksgiving ?” Remember this was the 30’s, the Great Depression and hunger was common in the streets. Believe me this was so, but it made us LEAN and tolerant and kind ! The goodies we received were homemade and unwrapped, cookies, muffins, cupcakes along with apples or raisins and Mary Janes or other. This was all about food, silly ! However in better off neighborhoods, you might receive  nickel or dime ! You carried a shard of soapstone to mark the sidewalks or front gates of generous donors. Soapstone the chalk of choice used to draw HOPSCOTCH boxes on cement sidewalks culled from city dumps like hundreds of other items we rescued ! While railroad tracks played a large part in some economies, collecting coal from between the rails to fuel the black iron stoves at home needing only a container of sorts and work gloves !  We scrounged in small groups after school, most trains ran on coal-fed engines.  There was NO racism in the debris-field of my early years ! The Great Depression was the equalizer among the masses.  And we all loved our Eleanor, I believe we still do !   Happy Thanksgiving !    Sincerely,     Claire B.

 

THEY CAME IN LAST ( 2014 )

Filed under: POEMS.....THOUGHTS.....MEMORIES — bogdanosclaire @ 9:45 am
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Our country’s heart is in a vise

This should not come as great surprise

I’m sad we are a nation lost

With no truth to compute the cost.

The principles that we once had

Have lost their way and turned to bad

The wolves have clad themselves like sheep

While foxes now the henhouse keep !

When Moses prayed upon the Mount

The people fled, their gold to count

They sinned and all their idols cast

But God knew best, they came in last !

 

THE FAMILY ( 2014 ) 2014/11/26

Filed under: POEMS.....THOUGHTS.....MEMORIES — bogdanosclaire @ 5:43 am
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When I think about all the old tales that I’ve told

I remember my aunt with the heart of spun gold

As she and great grandma shared the same tiny bed

I’d often thought they should use a pull-out instead !

When the mail would arrive we sure got a big thrill

For each card that she sent held a five dollar bill

She wrote penny postcards to us all every week

No one had a home phone upon which we could speak.

That way we could know just how the family was

As we lacked the means to give each other a buzz

Well by now it’s too late and I’m left all alone

How I wish I could call them today on God’s phone !

 

 

REBIRTH ( 2014 ) 2014/11/25

Filed under: POEMS.....THOUGHTS.....MEMORIES — bogdanosclaire @ 7:46 pm
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The winter winds that spewed unrest

Will shrink and swell within the breast

They swallow air and gasp for breath

Like symptoms of impending death.

How shall we rise from ashes here

This phoenix lost must reappear

It was and once consumed by fire

Revives anew its past expired !

 

 
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