Claire V. Bogdanos

POEMS….THOUGHTS…..MEMORIES

OUR DANCING SHOES ( 2019 ) 2019/02/14

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When I was but a child of three 

My nana made costumes for me 

Because I danced upon the stage 

At such a very early age. 

It was the time of childhood stars 

And “black and whites” bout men from Mars 

Now my grandpa, he sure could tap 

He’d dance till dawn if people clapped. 

It seemed so natural to me 

To imitate what I did see 

For years I danced my heart away 

And if I could, I would today ! 

AT THE AGE OF 2 ( 1933 ) I BEGAN TAP LESSONS WITH

THE SWIFT SISTERS ON WASHINGTON ST.  HOBOKEN, NJ

MY SISTER  ( 9 YEARS YOUNGER )  STUDIED WITH BEN

BLUE AND RUBY KEELER AT JOURNAL SQUARE, J.C. STUDIO

ALL MY SONS STUDIED WITH BETTY BYRD HOCTOR IN

HOHOKUS, N.J. FOR THEIR EARLY YEARS AND MOVED ON TO

FRED KELLY’S STUDIO ON KINDERKAMACK ROAD IN ORADELL

FOR ADVANCED LESSONS. HE WAS GENE KELLY’S BROTHER !

THEY ALL DANCED AND STILL DO !

 

RELATIVITY ( 2018 ) 2018/09/11

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How often now I chance recall

Those olden times when I was small

And all those relatives I knew

That sheltered me my childhood through.

There’s been so many I could love

To aid me in my dreaming of

A life blest with both good and bad

Mongst all those joys I’ve known and had.

I need to thank each uncle, aunt

For every dream they helped to plant

And all that wisdom they taught me

To live life with integrity !

 

 

NEVER SAY GOODBYE ( 2018 ) 2018/09/04

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There was a place we used to go

When I was small so long ago

A spot straight out of storybooks

Beside a beach with coves and nooks.

A happy home for waves and sand

Of salt and sea aside the land

My childhood summers I recall

They were the very best of all.

With mom and dad, pop, nana too

Those days of summer quickly flew

I learned to swim right off the dock

Clock hands grew wings, tick tock, tick tock.

Oh, how I wish I had a way

To live again that yesterday

Without the need to say goodbye

Real love’s ne’er built upon a lie !

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

WHAT IS YOUR GUESS ( 2018 ) 2018/04/16

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At times I’m sure I hear the sound

Of children laughing all around

I hear the patter of their feet

In clitter-clatters from the street.

Oh how I wish that I were there

As joy was rising in the air

Remember how it used to be

When hearts were young and love was free ?

Those days are gone, they won’t come back

Our lives today under attack

Why must we suffer such distress

I do not know, what is your guess ?

 

MY OWN ( 2018 ) 2018/01/06

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The love I knew when I was small

With hugs and squeezes by the score

That was the best that I recall

Along with being kissed galore !

I never thought that as I grew

All those moments would stay with me

And add to all the joys I knew

To be my favorite memory.

It’s long ago, the times now past

I wonder where the years have flown

I’ve never found a love to last

Or one that I could call my own !

 

 

 

 

 

 

“JESUS LOVES ME ” ( 2017 ) 2017/10/20

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There is this hymn I used to hear

Sung ever softly on my ear

When I was young and oh, so small

I loved that tune the best of all.

It was my night time beddie-bye

The one mom sang if I did cry

I  taught my children that same song

When they were young we’d sing along.

We did so quite religiously

In joy and pleasure frequently !

 

* see lyrics “JESUS LOVES ME”

 

NO REGRETS ( 2017 ) 2017/06/09

Filed under: POEMS.....THOUGHTS.....MEMORIES — bogdanosclaire @ 9:42 pm
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There are some days I still recall

When all my babies were quite small

They laughed a lot and cried some too

Midst pillows, quilts, scissors and glue.

The kitchen floor, their happy place

With lessons and great playing space

It was the classroom served them best

That through the years withstood each test.

I relish now the times we had

When all were young, not yet a lad

So full of hope who could forget

And nothing left to hold regret !

 

 

 

 
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