Claire V. Bogdanos


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

Filed under: POEMS.....THOUGHTS.....MEMORIES — bogdanosclaire @ 3:58 am
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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.


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