The morning dawns as daylight breaks
The world’s alive, the new day wakes
As time rotates around the sun
Some days begin when some are done.
I’ll never get the hang of it
I try to make the pieces fit,
How rapidly this life can change
I find the transformation strange.
What is today soon goes away
To leave just one more yesterday,
Tomorrow waits for dark to come
Ere we bid her joyous welcome !
A garden sweetly fashioned to bring heart’s content,
And weary days to offer cloistered covenant,
Oh sad deserted vestige of what once had been!
A victim of time’s ravages loss unspoken,
Is this the change so wrought by frost and cold,
Forsaking goodly purpose pursue desire bold?
And seeing this past haven sorely so distressed
When hindsight recollects memories embellished,
Poor limpid damsel careless lying, now awry,
The sight of which man’s constant lack of care imply.
Unlucky pedestal tumbled by force unknown
Neglected lass unsightly, clutching wrap of stone
Once pretty maid there wasting shameful stark and bare
Inert and prone, a covert of decay now wear
Unfeeling rocks so greenly cloaked in moss o’ergrown
And so forgotten muse with aging, sleep alone.
Sometimes I think life has become
A great big wart upon my thumb
At length some things are cumbersome
They knock us down and overcome !
I always thought that I would be
The keeper of my destiny
The heroine who did not flee
From most of life’s adversity.
Well here I am in trouble stuck
With my lifestyle, I’ve learned to duck
And from defeat my fortune pluck
Please help me God, You’re my good luck !
I live with pain that never ends
At length, we have become old friends
I’ve learned to thrive in spite of it
At times it takes a bit of grit !
I’ve dreamt a dream wherein I win
But that’s if God will count me in
I need His help and love and care
Without that, I will get nowhere !
I’ve spent the morning in the park
And watched the shadows growing dark
Quite soon the rains will shower down
And all the clouds will sport a frown.
The birds above will share a bath
While toads and frogs hop in the path
The rain will seep into the ground
To soak the seeds that it has found.
A simple truth we can’t deny
That we are only passing by
We need the rain to help us see
Our world bathed in complexity !
I miss my rooftop garden high
Where God’s winged creatures used to fly
They’d come to visit every day
To sup and drink, flash and display
With chirps and coos and subtle flit
I miss them all, I must admit !
Sometimes our dreams just go astray
Or fickle fate gets in the way
Sometimes we’re stopped cold in our track
Seems like there is no turning back.
Sometimes it feels as though we’re trapped
And all our hope is lost or strapped
Sometimes the love we live each day
Does fade and die, perhaps decay.
There is no promise we may keep
Once we have slipt into last sleep
The best that’s left for us to do,
A grateful smile and bid adieu !
I can’t imagine what we’d find
In the crevices of the mind
With all those nooks and crannies there
So much info for us to share.
Tip-top full of variety
Oh what a sight t’would be to see
I’d pray tis not injurious
Not sure if I’m that curious !
I’d like to think where e’er you are, you hear the bugle’s call
And know we’re missing you from mid-November through next fall
I see you in the twilight just before the even’s pall
It’s with morning sunlight rising I miss you most of all !
My heart is wild, I know the tune
I hear the sound midnight or noon
It echoes sadly aft we start
Before life ends or lives must part !
Oh would that we might understand
The first salute or clasp of hand
An early blessing, new command
A grand new start before we stand !
I’ve seen the troops in battle dress
They make me proud I must confess
I wish they were but dressing-up
To partake of sweet valour’s cup
Instead of battling someone’s cause
While fighting in these futile wars.
There is no break nor any end
The fracas leaves no untouched friend
There’s no peace found to fill the air
We’ve only distress everywhere.
The saddest part we must accept
We’ve done our job and are bereft !
When I recall how life is spent
I wonder where my childhood went
I guess the aged think like me
Together we share empathy.
In all the time that has gone by
Seems childhood is the first to fly
The lessons learned, the very best
They’ve helped us to survive life’s test.
We made it through this miracle
No stopping now, what e’er we do !
The thoughts they rise quick from the heart
So like a stream of stop and start
There is no way there is control
As words just start to roll and roll
Quite like the breeze or winds that blow
To keep recording with the flow
While from the mind this message send
T’would be alright if it should end !
Now I’ve writ for many a year
Both out of love or foolish fear
I’ve learned to cut my words in half
To add a chuckle or a laugh,
And scale down every fancy word
So that my thoughts are plainly heard
I beg You Lord not to forget
That these old bones have some use yet !
Sometimes I wish I had a horse
Not one who races on the course
But wooden, painted, made by hand
By skilled craftsmen whose work is grand.
Carousel horses can be smart
Carved and sculpted right from the heart
With pony tail that flicks and flies
Plus eyelashes o’er bright glass eyes.
Oh what a thrill that it would be
To ride that swift painted pony,
I dream that one day I may find
That special horse my mind combined !
Rage, rage against the breaking dawn
Rage, rage against the coming storm
And silent let the pressure swell
Unto the world our sadness tell,
This story of its own demise
That happens here before our eyes.
For what is there the heart must ask
To bring to us a greater task ?
Our Lord in heaven see and hear
The ending grows too close, too near !
Hang on to your wishes whatever they are
For a life without dreams will never go far !
To live a life of no regret
To dream until that last sunset
To know what one is waiting for
Or how to seek the proper door,
To find a light when it grows dark
Or follow pathways in the park
To lend a hand to all who need
Or understand when one must lead,
These are the things that men should learn
When time does come to be their turn.
Our God has writ what all must do
To be His servant kind and true !
I love to travel by the train
Note, I don’t mind if plush or plain
Railroad cars are the finest way
If truly seeking getaway.
There’s much to see along the track
On every side, both front and back
Oh such great joy a trip can be
Each ride filled with frivolity !
Sometimes there’s food, sometimes there’s not
But dining cars sure feed a lot
If on your trip you’re going far
There is an observation car.
It’s so much fun to go by train
I can’t wait to do it again !
There are no words one chance may say
That work to melt the pain away
True, words are meant to help us cope
Once truth has gone, there’s only hope.
Perhaps hope stretches with each smile
And keeps one safe a little while
Perhaps a prayer, perhaps a few
Will garner strength to follow through.
Keep dreaming of God’s charity
Whate’er we need, it’s there, it’s free !
Speak softly now, oh my sweet soul
And we shall make it to our goal
Let kindness be the guide we use
While arrogance must we refuse.
For who is there will bear the pain
Of impudence again, again
The folly of impatient fools
Will put to waste all proper rules.
Beware my dear we have small choice
Tis better far speak sotto voiced !
Now I have lived my life complete
Met with success and with defeat
Saw my hopes shattered and decayed
And all my dreams destroyed, delayed.
I’ve lived alone without embrace
And spent some time in empty space
I’ve loved and laughed in my small world
And dodged the troubles life has hurled.
I found my faith was ever strong
And early learned where I belonged
There’s but one place I pray to go
When it comes time for my last show !
Tis sad that we who work so hard
Confirm our faith, believe in God,
Must shield ourselves from Satan’s might
Or cower under power’s fright.
It seems our world is threatened by
This league of rogues both low and high
Who bar the path that we must take
To save our values or forsake.
As for myself, I’ve one reply
I chose my God, He is the guy !
I wish that you and I could be
Together in eternity
Forever is a long, long time
And can be quite a lonesome climb.
But you and I may truly be
Good partners through infinity
I cannot name another one
Who’d bring such joy and lots of fun.
And so old friend we’ll find much luck
If I’m your daffy, you’re my duck !
Times I have spent the lonely night
In front of fire by candle light
And watched the shadows on the wall
With quiet passion rise and fall.
I’ve felt the chill invade the room
Its fingers spreading cold and gloom
What mystery do we have here
I sense its movement growing near.
Beware my heart as truth can fail
And danger lurks beyond the veil
For what we seek as heaven sent
May be at odds with God’s intent !
I find myself remembering
Those things that once were used to be
When days were sweet and lingering
And hearts were fond of liberty
While life itself was happening
And peace was all we sought to see !
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Claire V. Bogdanos 