Claire V. Bogdanos

POEMS….THOUGHTS…..MEMORIES

SHARE SUN AND MOON ( 2017 ) 2017/02/03

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I have traveled over mountains where the missionaries trod

As they brought to all the natives many messages from God

I have crossed the mighty rivers where they struggled for their lives

To ford the very waters in which the power of God survives

I have listened to the wind as it has played its mournful tune

And I thank the distant stars that we each share the sun and moon !

 

 

 

ONE MOTHER ( 2016 ) 2016/11/15

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I think that I would rather be

An angel on the Christmas tree

All sparkling in its angel dust

Shining so bright as stardust must,

Or eagle from her aerie nest

Judging behavior of the best

Perhaps a swan upon the lake

Whose paddling does not water break

While even hens upon a clutch

Will warn you loudly, do not touch

I’m just a mother trying hard

To teach her children follow God !

 

PARITY ( 2016 ) 2016/10/08

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There’s much to be said for a life well spent

More to be taught from what the years have lent !

 

OH FOOLISH CHILD ( 2015 ) 2015/10/18

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In God’s Eden one peaceful morn

Was the first time a lie was born

As Satan turned from good to bad

And ruined the paradise they had !

Sly Satan spoke strong words to Eve,

His purpose meaning to deceive

He answered her as she asked why

“I tell you that you will not die !”

“Come eat of this forbidden tree

That opens eyes so you can see

The difference of wrong and right

And what is wise here in God’s sight.”

Oh foolish child you could not know

How perils of your act would grow !

 

FRONT DOOR ( 2013 ) 2013/11/27

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My Mother taught me how to smile

To keep my values all worthwhile

And try to be both sweet and kind

Despite the anger one may find.

My Father taught me to be true

Respect the old red, white and blue,

To honor God with faith and deed

And cultivate both plant and seed.

My Nana taught me how to pray

And live with truth from day to day

My Pop he gave me sober thought

To follow all the lessons taught.

My old Aunt Rose helped me to grow

Into the girl who learned to sew

My children taught me how to wait

With patience at lifes starting gate.

I’m blest for all the lessons learned

And grateful for the friends I’ve earned

But most of all I’m thankful for

The chance to knock at God’s front door.

 

CARELESS ( 2013 ) 2013/07/21

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I’d like to tell you how things were when I was but a child

The values that were taught to us in lessons bold yet mild

Where honesty and fairness and true courage was the way 

To learn to love each other and show kindness every day .

Somehow we’ve lost that purpose we can’t seem to get it back

We find ourselves defeated and subjected to attack.

I feel sad for little ones living in this hostile clime

Will they survive tomorrow or through out the rest of time ?

It’s a lonely kind of story in which they have been caught 

To never find the glory in the rules that they’ve been taught 

It’s a hapless sort of reason that just may see the end 

Of a world in its last season unless it learns to bend.

 

IF I WERE GREAT ( 1998 ) 2013/04/28

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At mornings there are times when I

Upon my couch, rejected lie,

And ponder o’er the many schemes

That filled my days and were my dreams.

I spied a bird that paused in flight,

He battled not with conscience‘ might.

I climbed a tree that was so tall

And cried because my aims were small.

I heard a song that had no tune

And wished upon some waning moon

To be a bird and restless fly

Against God’s canvas of the sky.

There, seek to find another day

Or mayhaps learn the  better way

To fill my life with keener zest,

Perform great deeds before my rest.

 

I will to you this last reply

To neither question nor deny

That days of man are wasted spent

To wonder where his lifetime went,

Whereas each bird doth leave behind

Abundant seed the rain will find.

 

 
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