Claire V. Bogdanos

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

THE RECIPE OF WAR ( 2018 ) 2018/12/07

Filed under: POEMS.....THOUGHTS.....MEMORIES — bogdanosclaire @ 7:41 am
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There was a war long time ago

In places that we did not know

So many years now in our past

Proof of length that memories last.

Both young and old were forced to fight

Across the globe or out of sight

A war that simply parried on

Left none untouched here or beyond.

Now I am old but can recall

Those shadows cast upon my wall

With forgotten names that I’d known

Redemptions’ chance all but unknown.

Oh, someone should research this tale

Ere soon we shall completely fail !

 

REMEMBERING PEARL HARBOR DAY

 

 

BEST OF EVERYTHING ( 2018 )

Filed under: POEMS.....THOUGHTS.....MEMORIES — bogdanosclaire @ 6:11 am
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The sound of early morning cheer

Weighs lightly on my waiting ear

There is such comfort I receive

From faith in God whom I believe

And all the birds that sing along

Are part of every morning song

I love You Lord, what joy You bring

You are the Best of Everything !

 

ONE MORE CHANCE ( 2018 ) 2018/12/06

Filed under: POEMS.....THOUGHTS.....MEMORIES — bogdanosclaire @ 3:51 am
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There are some memories I keep

That intrude on my deepest sleep

They form a wall seems made of stone

That forces me to walk alone.

Tis not what keeps me up at night,

In hours twixt darkness and the light

Which is the time I fear the most

When lonliness turns into host.

Oh for the chance once more to be

A child of faith at Jesus’ knee

Forgive me Lord, all of my sin

Hear me dear God and let me in !

 

 

WHAT DO I SEE ? ( 2018 ) 2018/12/05

Filed under: POEMS.....THOUGHTS.....MEMORIES — bogdanosclaire @ 12:54 am
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I look around, what do I spy

The naked limbs of barren trees

With leaves in piles about sky-high,

Leftover ice from last night’s freeze,

Snapshots of early morning find

Still crusted on the window’s ledge

A lacy pattern left behind

By remnants of the autumn sedge.

The winter has its own brigades

An army of invading knaves

Of frost and snow and ice cascades

That from the bitter cold here saves !

 

 

 

MY BESTEST GUY ! ( 2018 ) 2018/12/04

Filed under: POEMS.....THOUGHTS.....MEMORIES — bogdanosclaire @ 1:46 am
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There is a heart beats in my breast

Reminding me that I am blest

I’m sure that God is always there

He holds the answer to each prayer.

His comfort is my one desire

It’s His  love sets my heart afire

I’m far too old to question why

But I know God’s my bestest Guy !

 

THEY TOO BELONG ( 2018 ) 2018/12/03

Filed under: POEMS.....THOUGHTS.....MEMORIES — bogdanosclaire @ 8:25 am
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I hear the raindrops dancing on my roof

The pitter-patter sound they make is proof

That even passing raindrops sing-along

To note that God and man, they too belong !

 

WHO LOVES US SO ( 2018 )

Filed under: POEMS.....THOUGHTS.....MEMORIES — bogdanosclaire @ 7:32 am
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Let’s say a prayer, come Christmas Day

For all those children far away

Who’ve lived in need and know no peace

Where joys and dreaming are deceased.

They’ve never lived without the tears

That generate both hate and fears

Whose existence finds ’tis bereft

By times of war, years of neglect.

Oh helpless child who does not know

The gifts of God, Who loves us so !

 

 

 

LOVE AND SHARE ( 2018 ) 2018/12/02

Filed under: POEMS.....THOUGHTS.....MEMORIES — bogdanosclaire @ 3:50 am
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Oh Lamb of God, what shall I do

With open heart,  I come to You

The hour is late, the night is old

My pains increase as time grows cold.

I long for sleep, the morning nears

I need Your help to stem my tears

And wonder if my faith will last

Despite this spate of winter’s blast ?

I beg You God to bide with me

Through thick and thin, eternally

I pledge my word for those who care

That with Your love we learn to share !

 

 

 

LIFE IS SHORT RANGE ( 2018 ) 2018/12/01

Filed under: POEMS.....THOUGHTS.....MEMORIES — bogdanosclaire @ 6:32 am
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The end draws near and seems so strange

That life of man lasts but short range

While trees exist for centuries

Attested by the rings one sees.

In man there is this pressing need

For lives to fail or to succeed

As each is counted one by one

But who shall know when counting’s done ?