Claire V. Bogdanos

POEMS….THOUGHTS…..MEMORIES

TRIUMPH O’ER DEFEAT ( 2017 ) 2017/06/14

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This world is crashing all around

Please tell us if you hear the sound

The thunder roars above our head

We cannot hear what e’er’s been said

There still is time left to escape

We need locate our hero’s cape.

Oh Lord we seek some help down here

The path ahead looms dark and drear

Please send us aid on winged feet

So we may triumph  o’er defeat !

 

TRAGEDY ( 2016 ) 2016/07/25

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There’s nothing left that one can say

About the sadness of this day

We wish that we could melt away

This hurtful pain that’s come our way.

Oft times our lives turn upside down

And can’t be saved with smile or frown

As these our hopes seem apt to drown

Some other action must be found  !

 

JERICHO ( 2015 ) 2015/03/20

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I think the walls are tumbling down

I feel the trembling of the ground

Our world is crumbling bit by bit

I don’t know what to make of it.

There is a shifting in the thought

That we are in a morass caught

There’s no way out not up or down

All that we’ve known about to drown !

Oh powers that be how does it end

Will we survive without a friend ?

 

DATELINE: HOBOKEN, N J, USA “HINDENBURG” ( 2013 ) 2013/07/28

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It was a warm spring morning in May 1937 in south Jersey with much excitement and anticipation as today, the 6th, was to welcome the famous zeppelin Hindenburg to the Naval Air Base in Lakehurst.  There was no fencing around this giant landing field that hugged the state road where the huge dirigible was to land.  As would be expected, the entire German American community was getting prepared for the event with blankets and basket picnics.The Angerman household was no exception.  My Nana, great aunt Olga and myself had come down by train via the Lackawanna from Hoboken the day before to stay at the house in Cedarwood Park, still no running water !  Great uncle Otto met us at the Asbury Park train station, trip was  always  fun with food vendors, chanceboard hawkers and novelty sellers keeping conductors busy in the aisles and the riders amused, as the trip took several hours.  Well, here we were now in that square black Ford with the skinny wheels and that huge blimp was just over our heads in the sky, many cars had driven onto the field when suddenly the flames seemed to explode and everyone began to scream, my Nana whispered “der Gott in Himmel” and my great uncle sped that old car out of the grass lickety-split in absolute silence.  No one said a word.  That’s what I remember !                                                                                                      Sincerely,   Claire B.

 

 
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