Claire V. Bogdanos

Acceptance,Knowledge,Love,New Chapter,Process,Wisdom,

DATELINE: HOBOKEN, NJ, USA ( 2017 ) R.I.P. 2017/04/19

Filed under: POEMS.....THOUGHTS.....MEMORIES — bogdanosclaire @ 8:13 am
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EXCUSE ME, have you been following the current trend of live interviews of H.S. and University students by media sources questioning their knowledge of the American Civil War, 4/12/1861, Fort Sumpter ending at Appomatox Courthouse, 4/9/1865 ?  Hours of questions, total lack of facts and credulous answers from this totally ignorant segment of our population, a disgrace !  And we all pay the cost, taxes, grants, scholarships, government subsidies.  This was the war that took a minimum of  750,000 lives, dead soldiers, north, south, white, black !  Where was the concern for the men who faced Armageddon in that war ?  It was our first  Republican president, Abraham Lincoln, who led the cause to preserve our union and who was murdered 6 days after the signing of the peace treaty at the war’s end by a prominent American stage actor.   “Sic semper tyrranus”,  shouted John Wilkes Booth as he leapt to the stage.  Who knew that we’d lose more men in that war than any other war we have fought to this date ?  Those men were lost more than 150 years ago.  Real Americans mark this tragic period with honor rolls and monuments throughout our nation without exception !  Lack of educational integrity robs our children of our country’s saga of the path to freedom.  The saddest part may be that the true missing ingredient today is intellectual curiosity !  How can we appreciate our victory without its factual history ?  This was a war to free the slaves, I ask you, did you know ?     Sincerely,   Claire B.

 

REGRETTABLE ( 2016 ) 2016/09/20

Filed under: POEMS.....THOUGHTS.....MEMORIES — bogdanosclaire @ 9:42 am
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Oh how I wish I could return to when

I was that innocent young thing again

A time of dreaming and a time of trust

When truth was important and faith a must.

Each path we took had a positive end

We knew the value of a longtime friend

Our nature bade us to follow the rules

Not to venture along the path of fools

That time’s now long gone and all that is left

Are shattered dreams and regrettable theft !

 

 

PERCEPTION ( 2016 ) 2016/07/02

Filed under: POEMS.....THOUGHTS.....MEMORIES — bogdanosclaire @ 3:15 am
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As I look out o’er rooftops drear

I sense a world so full of fear

A world succumbing to a crowd

That knows too little, speaks too loud.

The truth at best now gone astray

Leaves nothing left for one to say

Of all the answers to perceive

Pledge to our God to still believe  !

 

THEY CAME IN LAST ( 2014 ) 2014/11/27

Filed under: POEMS.....THOUGHTS.....MEMORIES — bogdanosclaire @ 9:45 am
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Our country’s heart is in a vise

This should not come as great surprise

I’m sad we are a nation lost

With no truth to compute the cost.

The principles that we once had

Have lost their way and turned to bad

The wolves have clad themselves like sheep

While foxes now the henhouse keep !

When Moses prayed upon the Mount

The people fled, their gold to count

They sinned and all their idols cast

But God knew best, they came in last !

 

OBSERVATION ( 2001 ) 2013/04/18


 

The fog slips in like a shroud eclipsing the panorama

of the mountain’s sides

Where life is as a winging that must soar above the pall

or suffer all it hides.

Some context of this vast unchartered wilderness which

is the confines of my heart

And breeches o’er those valleys, there within the depths

of ignorance that was my start,

Has brought to me upon its beaten breast a shallow

consciousness of what I am

That whistles on the winds of plains wherein reside both

king of beasts and gentle lamb.

 

There time itself will bare the seed that lives with joy

or dies alone in discontent

As it fulfills an aim that is the longing of the soul or

of the mind, intent.

To move with space and wander in its bright expanse

beneath the sky where mood began

There, confirming this great world is an elegant cushion

for the footfalls of man

And as such must cradle his intense wish to dream and

hope and love and laugh and cry,

For man without one dream is a garden that never blooms

and does not wonder why.

 

 
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