Claire V. Bogdanos


WHAT SHALL I DO ( 2015 ) 2015/08/31

Filed under: POEMS.....THOUGHTS.....MEMORIES — bogdanosclaire @ 5:30 am
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I miss you Mom it’s been so long

All through the years our bond was strong

Though you’ve been gone for quite a while

I still remember your sweet smile

And all the love you gave to me

When times were dark your torch was free.

Thanks for your help in those bleak days

Together while those boys were raised

You always shared that wise advice

You taught me how to compromise

I’m glad that I was there for you

Now you are gone, what shall I do ?



Filed under: POEMS.....THOUGHTS.....MEMORIES — bogdanosclaire @ 2:42 pm
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EXCUSE ME, here I am in my ageing wheelchair, at my really old kitchen farm table, 38″ x 26″, circa 1900, with its aproned multi-turned vintage legs and truly discreet 1+” rollers on a beautiful Sunday morning having my usual breakfast of juice, black coffee in an ironstone mug, half a sliced banana and exactly 10 mini wheat squares with fat-free half & half !  Precise, right ?  It’s early AM, this room has 8 solarfilmed windows, each 3′ x 6′, all covered by beige old fashioned lace curtains.  With windows all open, the curtains rising and fluttering in the breeze, I can hear the church bells in the distance, there are 4 churches within a 2 block radius of my current residence.  It’s like a symphony in carillon !  Waves of nostalgia wash over me and I am transported to a place almost 80 years ago in the past !  All this time yet that destination is not a mile away from here nor a minute away from my dearest memories !  This is about one of those cardboard signs my nana had in a streetside window, CURTAINS STRETCHED, 25 cents a pair.  My grandpop was an ironworker ( Fagan, Tietjen & Lang, Federal, Todd and Bethlehem Steel ) and he made her an adjustable curtain stretcher which my agile childsized fingers could manipulate with the help of a small stepstool, also homemade !  My job after school was to take that agate pan full of starchwater and soaking lace, layering on as many panels at a time to dry in the afternoon sun !  As my nana would say, “idle hands do the devil’s work”.  Haha, I don’t think he ever had a chance with me !  How about you ?  By the way, that half-banana is low on my fav list but high in potassium, or is that an old wives tale ?             Sincerely,                        Claire B.



Filed under: POEMS.....THOUGHTS.....MEMORIES — bogdanosclaire @ 2:37 am
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There is a longing in my heart

That has been forever there

I don’t know how it got its start

I can only guess from where.

I’ve begged the Lord to help me out

As oftentimes I feel lost

I find myself quite full of doubt

No way now to count the cost.

I am the sum of all my fears

In truth I possess a few

I’ve laughed and cried a million tears

All of them seemed overdue.


LOVE LOST ? ( 2015 ) 2015/08/29

Filed under: POEMS.....THOUGHTS.....MEMORIES — bogdanosclaire @ 4:10 am
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When lions roared throughout our past

The world they knew was wild and vast

But time and changes took a toll

Destroying them in their life role.

The king of beasts has lost his crown

His kingdom is all tumbling down

Will they survive, these strong and bold

While love lost pales and soon grows cold ?


DISGUISED ( 2015 ) 2015/08/28

Filed under: POEMS.....THOUGHTS.....MEMORIES — bogdanosclaire @ 5:50 am
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The drums are throbbing, hear the sound

There is no silence to be found

With victims sobbing loud and strong

How do agressors still prolong ?

There is great danger in the air

The wolves have left their secret lair

They lie in wait with coats now shorn

Disguised with sheeplike woolen worn.

Oh sad the lies that we all hear

With foment manufactured near,

Proponents of “egality”

What happened to equality ?


TRUE LOVE BELONGS ( 2015 ) 2015/08/27

Filed under: POEMS.....THOUGHTS.....MEMORIES — bogdanosclaire @ 1:28 am
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I learned so many years ago

That love’s a part of God’s design,

That each of us needs time to know

Shall we accept His will divine ?

Within the heart exists this place

That lingers wistful ever long

For only God can fill its space

Because it’s where true love belongs !


THE PRIZE ( 2015 ) 2015/08/26

Filed under: POEMS.....THOUGHTS.....MEMORIES — bogdanosclaire @ 4:06 am
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I left my dreams at God’s front door

I cannot beg, no not once more,

Some will come true while others fade

I shall accept decisions made

For in the end when hope is not

The love of God is what I’ve got !


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