Claire V. Bogdanos


FALSE JUDGEMENT ( 2016 ) 2016/02/27

Filed under: POEMS.....THOUGHTS.....MEMORIES — bogdanosclaire @ 1:57 am
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There is a line one must not cross

To do so would compel a loss

Both pro and con may fight the war

From outside in right to the core.

Take care you’ll find one does not win

When truth is based upon a sin

The Lord has eyes based everywhere

To judgements make both just and fair !


TRUSTING AND FREE ( 2015 ) 2015/03/04

Filed under: POEMS.....THOUGHTS.....MEMORIES — bogdanosclaire @ 12:02 am
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Little children small and tall

Our dear Lord does love them all

Babies in their tiny beds

With pleasant dreams in their heads.

Laughing tots play in the park

Scooting home before the dark

How I wish that I could be

Much like them trusting and free !


ONLY TRUTH ( 2014 ) 2014/10/11

Filed under: POEMS.....THOUGHTS.....MEMORIES — bogdanosclaire @ 8:14 am
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Sometimes the truth is hard to find

There is so much to rend us blind

How sad that most times we don’t see

That only truth can set us free !


HOW SHALL I REMEMBER ( 2014 ) 2014/04/09

Filed under: POEMS.....THOUGHTS.....MEMORIES — bogdanosclaire @ 8:47 am
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Let’s pray the memories we tuck away

Inside our hearts and minds will not decay

But must linger longer more than today.

Our memories reflect just who we are

And fill our days and lives with character

To help us reach for God’s elusive star.

I’d like to know the treasure futures hold

And if I should be smart or should be bold

Or how one’s whole life story will unfold.

Remembering displays both right and wrong

It’s where we were first  taught how to belong

It is what makes us wise and keeps us strong !


KISS AND TELL ( 2014 ) 2014/03/02

Filed under: POEMS.....THOUGHTS.....MEMORIES — bogdanosclaire @ 2:08 pm
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It appears to me that the times just fly

And so like the wind, seem to pass us by

With a gentle nudge and a fond farewell

Without as much as a brief kiss and tell !

Thus having spent my last remaining days

Safe in the arms of past forgotten ways

Like memories of a familiar place

Or the lost vision of some cherished face.

Soon we arrive at the departure date

The time grows short and the hour’s grown late

We must say our goodbyes without ado

Knowing I have left all my love for you !


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