Claire V. Bogdanos

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

THE SONG OF BIRDS( 2020 ) 2020/05/25

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There is this joy that mornings bring

The song of birds upon the wing

Their voices calling to their kin

An early morning checking in.

They chirp and croon familiar tunes

From breaking dawn through afternoons

Making each creature here belong

Though some are frail yet others strong

How wonderful that God’s so wise

He’s made His Own Bird Paradise !


ROOFTOP GARDEN ( 2016 ) 2016/06/02

Filed under: POEMS.....THOUGHTS.....MEMORIES — bogdanosclaire @ 7:07 am
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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 !


SYMPHONY ( 2016 ) 2016/04/17

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God’s music plays, I hear the sound

Reverberating all around

The rustling of the varied trees

With branches swaying in the breeze,

While birds o’erhead with fluted tone

Keep warning us this is their zone

The insects add their special hum

That covers the entire spectrum.

The ocean’s rush, the thunder’s clash

The drip, drip with each puddle’s splash

These are the notes that we all hear

God’s symphony sweet on the ear !


NO COMPLAINTS ( 2015 ) 2015/05/19

Filed under: POEMS.....THOUGHTS.....MEMORIES — bogdanosclaire @ 3:57 am
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You can barely hear, the murmur’s so soft

As birds begin stirring in nests aloft

Be still and listen when decibels grow

As the lights of the dawn begin their show.

These tiny fledglings do make lots of noise

With their bobbing heads all hungry and poised

The sound increases as the morning glows

Preventing some from enjoying a doze.

Ah but now it seems all are quite content

Hear the silence speak, no complaints to vent !


SOUNDS ( 2015 ) 2015/05/05

Filed under: POEMS.....THOUGHTS.....MEMORIES — bogdanosclaire @ 6:13 am
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Oh little birds where have you been

We’ve missed your chirps and cheeky spin

It seems as though it’s been too long

Since you’ve been here to sing your song.

The winter’s gone, so glad of that

Can’t wait to hear C sharp or flat

Oh little birds please fail us not

Without your sounds what have we got ?


REFLECTION ( 2015 ) 2015/01/21

Filed under: POEMS.....THOUGHTS.....MEMORIES — bogdanosclaire @ 3:34 am
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The pigeon perched upon my sill

He saw his image in the pane

And for a moment stood quite still

He preened and turned around again.

I wonder if he questioned why

There was a fellow in the glass

And who could be that handsome guy

He didn’t look like second class !

Oh silly bird, what thoughts we keep

I really think you are a dear

You close your eyes, are you asleep

I pray you stay forever near !


IF I COULD SING ( 2014 ) 2014/08/31

Filed under: POEMS.....THOUGHTS.....MEMORIES — bogdanosclaire @ 6:31 am
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I wish I were a mockingbird so I could sing the whole day long

I’d fill my time with happiness and live a lifetime full of song !

I wish I were a robin red who sings a flutelike warbling tune

That echoes after eventide and carries on under the moon !

If I could be a whippoorwill I’d roam the forest late at night

The song I chant you’d recognize, I sing, but always out of sight !


DATELINE: HOBOKEN, NJ, USA “FOR THE BIRDS” ( 2013 ) 2013/08/17

Filed under: POEMS.....THOUGHTS.....MEMORIES — bogdanosclaire @ 4:22 pm
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Here I am so full of experiences and stories that I never know where to begin but I think today I will tell you about canaries, the yellow kind!  When I was a girl central heating only existed in the homes of the well- off and then not always!  Fireplaces, pot bellied stoves, Ben Franklin heaters, and black iron stoves were alive and in use!  Windows were large with thick glass and solid wooden frames and in the winter were heavily draped and curtained to keep the cold out and the heat in.  Often however results of this effort were dangerous invisible fumes called carbon monoxide which killed whole families in their sleep throughout the north.  In the early and mid 1900’s people kept birds in cages, canaries always sang, messy as blazes, but always chirping away!  During one of the frequent mini-depressions, my Nana decided to raise birds in the sunroom of her house to supplement their income.   My mother was designated chief bird cage cleaner and birdseed scraper upper, seeds took root quickly in the cracks between the floorboards.  This was her after school job daily!  I wonder if this responsibility had anything to do with her being married at 15?  My grandmother had a burgeoning business due to the cardboard sign displayed in the window, “BIRDS FOR SALE” “25 cents each”.  The point being, if you awakened to no chirping you were in trouble, remember no smoke alerts of any sort existed!  Chances were if your canary died so did you!  And my mom frequently remarked that she was “especially” affected by her schoolgirl chore, her words precisely, “I hate those damned  canaries!”  So we had guppies, dogs, cats, never birds!             Sincerely,                 Claire B.


THE GULL, ( 2013 ) 2013/05/04

Filed under: POEMS.....THOUGHTS.....MEMORIES — bogdanosclaire @ 6:08 pm
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there is no one to call my own

I have nowhere to call my home

there is no one to hold me tight

not morning, noon or vast twilight

there is no place or person there

can show me peace, or love or care

i have no place to rest my head

there is no comfort in my bed

and this I notice and it’s true

we’re all alone when day is thru

and so I go from shore to shore

as my friend the gull, fore’ermore.

( My son Mark, sent this poem yesterday with the message,  ” JUST RAN THROUGH MY BRAIN” )


THE SPARROW ( 1963 ) 2013/02/20

Filed under: POEMS.....THOUGHTS.....MEMORIES — bogdanosclaire @ 6:27 pm
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I know not much of sparrow’s wings

I’ve never heard the song she sings

But as I peek through window blind

Her modest ways bring thought to mind.


This little bird without a care

Abides above, I know not where

Upon the limb of some tall tree

Beyond the sight and reach of me.


There’s not a day that passes by

That I don’t see an hundred fly

Across the fields and in the yard

Their homely wings all beating hard.


Oh,little bird, with heart intense

Within this world you’ve small defense

Your timid ways and lack of beauty

Spoil’d not your kindred sense of duty.


Do you know that I’ve looked outside

On days when other creatures hide

To find the perky sparrow knows

Where hides the smallest seed God grows.


While other birds do southward fly

When snowclouds start to rim the sky

Brave little soul, you do not flee

But winter here with frost and me.


Of all the wisdom time has brought

I’m grateful for this lesson taught

The one that most impresses me,

Dear bird survives with dignity.


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