Claire V. Bogdanos

POEMS….THOUGHTS…..MEMORIES

CANNOT FORGET ( 2018 ) 2018/07/04

Filed under: POEMS.....THOUGHTS.....MEMORIES — bogdanosclaire @ 12:38 am
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Oh to be the hero who lived to see the sun

Early in the morning after the battle’s won

Or to feel the wonder that follows in the morn

Now that all is quiet and hope can be reborn.

Sadly in the shadows, their voices silent now

Those who can’t return or will ever take their bow

Dreaming in a twilight that will not rise nor set

Those men that we’ll remember and cannot forget  !

 

 

THEY FOUGHT AND DIED ( 2018 ) 2018/05/28

Filed under: POEMS.....THOUGHTS.....MEMORIES — bogdanosclaire @ 11:17 am
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There is this call that I now hear

It happens every time each year

The bells peal out and my heart cries

Takes all my strength to face goodbyes !

There is no way I can convey

The sadness that I feel this day

So many wars for all those boys

Who early left their childhood toys

To wear that uniform each chose

Before their lives came to a close.

So be it blue or white or green

Brown, khaki, tan or in between

Whatever color works for you

They fought and died, red, white and blue !

THIS IN MEMORIAM  1776 – 2018

 

 

 

POINTLESS ( 2015 ) 2015/06/30

Filed under: POEMS.....THOUGHTS.....MEMORIES — bogdanosclaire @ 4:14 am
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We have cried and cried

……….shed a million tears

For those boys that died

……….through all of the years

Now the war’s been won

……….but it makes no mind

While their battle’s done

……….there’s no peace to find !

Here we are again

……….on the edge of space

You remember when

……….we could save our face

Well that is no more

……….there is nothing left

None have kept the score

……….we are all bereft !

 

WEARIED ( 2015 ) 2015/02/25

Filed under: POEMS.....THOUGHTS.....MEMORIES — bogdanosclaire @ 3:59 am
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The wings of war do sally round

While glory’s moment does astound

No one can know what heroes feel

Until they’ve tasted cold hard steel.

The battle doesn’t mean a thing

Unless you’ve felt the bullet’s sting

The weariness of fighting grows

It numbs the fingers and the toes.

The heart turns faint so full of fear

The end of life and time draws near !

 

 
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