Claire V. Bogdanos

POEMS….THOUGHTS…..MEMORIES

ENDLESS FAITH ( 2019 ) 2019/01/14

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Too many dreams have gone astray

Or run aground along the way

Too many hopes have disappeared

In clouds of rising silent fear

Think positive in all you do

Your endless faith will see you through !

 

OBSESSED ( 2019 ) 2019/01/12

Filed under: POEMS.....THOUGHTS.....MEMORIES — bogdanosclaire @ 1:41 am
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At times I feel I am obsessed

By hopes and dreams and fears possessed

The hope that we shall find a way

To seek a greater role to play

A dream to be the brighter star

Than what we ever really are

The fear to put our dreams to rest

And hope that all will do their best !

 

 

 

 

IT’S CALLED SADNESS ( 2019 ) 2019/01/11

Filed under: POEMS.....THOUGHTS.....MEMORIES — bogdanosclaire @ 4:26 am
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There’s an instant lonesomeness in the whispering of the winds

That fills the heart with loneliness before each day begins

There is a moment of darkness that dims all of our sights

A prelude to the blindness that precedes life’s true delights !

 

HIS LAST CALL ( 2019 ) 2019/01/10

Filed under: POEMS.....THOUGHTS.....MEMORIES — bogdanosclaire @ 12:33 am
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There’s a layer of frost upon the ground

A more glistening sight can ne’er be found

See how the light and the shadows collect

Mother Nature’s efforts, I do suspect.

There’s the feeling of snow now in the air

To promise us all it soon will be there

Oh for those days when the time used to be

We were all young and our freedom was free.

When life was a joy and so full of zest

Before we’d begun our own lifetime’s quest

As dew on the rose accompanied dawn

The birds begin singing come early morn.

God was right there when we opened our eyes

Depend upon Him, He offers the prize

For life without faith is no life at all

I’d rather be dust than miss His last call !

 

 

LIVE LONG TOO ( 2019 ) 2019/01/08

Filed under: POEMS.....THOUGHTS.....MEMORIES — bogdanosclaire @ 3:13 am
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There is an oak outside my door

That stretches up ten stories more

There is no way that I can see

The sidewalk to the left of me.

This ancient tree is truly old

Devoid of nicks and is not bald

Her branches spread this way and that

She wears them like a giant hat .

And when it rains the ground is dry

Because her leaves are piled so high

Oft do I think, about those trees

That gently sway into the breeze

I’d like to know what I can do

To be that free and live long too !

 

 

 

 

I’LL VISIT AGAIN ( 2019 ) 2019/01/07

Filed under: POEMS.....THOUGHTS.....MEMORIES — bogdanosclaire @ 2:08 am
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Well my dear, I saw an old friend today

With her soft pink skin and her hair of gray

Her eyes so clear framed by those gentle curls

She must have been the prettiest of girls.

As we sat there together I could see

That she struggled hard to remember me

She was a stranger that I knew so well

There’s no point to the oldtime tales retell.

I’m sorry that my dear friend has moved on

But I’ll visit again ere we’re both gone !

 

TO ROSA,  GOD BLESS !

 

IF IT FITS ( 2019 ) 2019/01/06

Filed under: POEMS.....THOUGHTS.....MEMORIES — bogdanosclaire @ 12:58 am
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The world outside is crass and cold

The air inside, both brash and bold

And takes time getting used to it

If we expect our lives to fit

Let’s make the best of what we’ve got

No matter if it fits or not !

 

 
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