Claire V. Bogdanos

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

THE CLOWN ( 1946 ) 2013/05/18

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Ah, Pierrot, what pale tear doth rest upon thy cheek

And lingers there while thou hast not the tongue to speak

To quell this agony within thy breast that swells

Not either strength to leave nor voice to thy love tell?

Hence thou dost act each night a role that hath no end

To veil thy life without one lover or one friend.

T’would be the love for whom you’ve pined yet been denied

Dost sense not hour , day nor year through which thou hast cried.

Thus as this force continued on in weary grief

Thou garnered not the halting grace it must to leave.

But made thyself a servant silent to her will

And like some mindless fool forever loved her still.

 

HOLLOW ( 1949 ) 2013/05/17

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A star has brushed my heart

and left it maime

A wind rushed past my ear

 whis’pring you name.

 

TO MY CHILDREN. ( 1978 ) 2013/05/11

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From a mother to her son, and I write singularly,

because you are all the same, one finger of a hand, it

matters not which one, because all are indispensible

to me.   You are all an integral part of me, not even

death can truly separate us.  We are eternally one flesh.

I know with great clarity that you wish that our family

problems could be, with mysterious and magical alacrity,

whisked away on some fortuitous wind.  But you must now

understand that this is impossible, for many reasons,

honor not the least.

 

Perhaps with foolish vanity, I say to you that I have

sincerely tried to mend a constantly crumbling relationship

in the best manner that I was capable of, and perhaps my

efforts were misconstrued; and then again, perhaps my

vision and my ability were clouded by my own personal

pain and disappointment.   Perhaps, I too, was weak and

selfish.  My God, I hope not.

 

It must be that you profit from my experience in that

you do not err as I did, but rather that you see my errors,

tucking the memory of them away in some far corner of your

mind, using them as a guide in your lives to avoid similar

misfortune.  Each of you must make your own mistakes, hoping

only that every one teaches you a valuable lesson.  I love

you all as I love my life, you have each given me memories

and joys to last a lonely lifetime.   I pray that I have done

the same for you.   I apologise deeply for having brought you

to your present pain, and whatever decisions you individually

reach,  I will accept as being just and honorable, for this is the

manner in which I have tried to raise you.

Love, Your mother.

 

TOO OFTEN ( 2001 ) 2013/05/08

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Oft I have heard a stranger say

That home is but a mile away,

And oft I’ve heard a comic say

That laughter’s but a smile away.

Oft I have heard a suitor say

That love is but a kiss away

And oft I’ve heard the preacher say

That God is just a prayer away.

Oft have I heard the wounded say

That help is but a cry away

And oft I’ve heard a soldier say

Peace is just one battle away.

Oft have I heard an artist say

Achievement’s just a task away

And oft I’ve heard the dying say

Salvation’s but a breath away.

 

Oft have I heard my own heart say

Tomorrow’s but a day away,

More oft I’ve heard a wiseman say

The truth is but a lie away.

 

IDENTITY ( 1998 ) 2013/05/06

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I am an empty seashell that waits beside the sea

To catch each impatient wave that washes over me,

Within the deeper crevice which is my inner part

There swells all the emptiness that drowns a heavy heart.

I am a frigid winter that never sees the  sun

Yet dreams to hold one sunbeam before its light is done.

I am a hollow nighttime wind crying out aloud

Embracing every vacant space stretching wide and proud,

Sheltering a burden while seeking that final cave

To echo trust and recapture all the love I gave.

 

I am deserted memory living in the past

Wherein all wind and waves and snow are forgotten fast.

I am a lonely stranger, timid, pale and lost, how sad,

Who for the sake of liberty committed all I had.

 

POPPIES ( 1990 ) 2013/05/03

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The poppies in my garden grow with tissue paper arms

Among the weeds they flourish ever bright  and without  scent

Swaying in the nighttime breeze with somewhat seductive charms,

( Such casual beauty, I query where that fragrance went.)

Each petal appearing etched seeming darker at the rim,

A silken floss, I think it’s spun upon a fairy loom.

When every other blossom nods its head in evening’s dim

I find it odd that poppies never sleep or fold their bloom.

The poppy is a special gift full of artful design

Crafted much like the angel’s wings fluttering as they fly,

Woven and wrought by care and love with pageant in each line

Grafted by some magic skill from God’s greenhouse in the sky.

 

THERE ARE SMALL SOUNDS ( 2006 ) 2013/04/27

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There are small sounds that fill my mind with thoughts that soar

While minute, so bold they challenge any ocean’s roar.

They’re sounds that only love can heal or kindness teach

When strength’s beyond the deepest place one heart can reach.

These sounds of silence fall too soft on hollow ears

But speak more plainly than the eloquence of tears.

That last sound , the labored breathing of one adored,

The closing sigh which signifies he’ll come no more,

These are the sounds that will confuse a lifetime much

And leave an empty void that only time can touch.

 

Petals falling from a rose to the garden bed,

Tight laughter that issues forth when goodbye is said,

That stirring of the pulse with heartbeat quickening

Unbidden, heralding each pains awakening

Or hushed darkness of the night now moving slowly

While the rush of the wind in mid-flight moans lowly,

Some weeping sounds which from the tearful heart are wrung

As sounds of chanted mass are in a choir sung.

These have lingered in the air with hope awaiting

Within our lives , some restful aim contemplating.

 

Hence hearken to those sounds declaring time’s ending

With all the consequence of old thoughts attending.

Acknowledge, in the distance, one trumpet crying

Both man and beast in manner like are soon dying.

Then understand the difference that love has made

And in that final moment, hear an accolade.

 

CONTEMPLATION ( 2003 )

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In all the obligation that one’s duty brings

Exists some meager wish that sighs and hopes and clings,

There weigh the loss which from the smallest niche inside

Abides with desperation soundly hid by pride.

Still dwells the waning hope that chance yet rages bold

Though wintered in the ort that’s left of growing old.

In manner chaste I find my quiet hours are sown

Within the palest veil of all I’ve ever known

Where image of the past that with distress was wrought

Some untamed soul within the net lies careless caught.

 

Since unshed tears oft lurk behind the tracing of a smile

Self-contemplation ought display the hushed façade of guile

While quiv’ring hand and timid step by age and time impaired

Mask vestiges of dignity God graciously has spared.

 

VALUE ( 1965 ) 2013/04/26

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Like talcum dusted on the ground

Unwelcome sight this morning found.

Those violets dozing on the hill

Awoke to winter’s caustic chill.

And just when nature seemed aright

It crept upon us in the night

Surprising us with springtime snow

And chilling winds that dared to blow.

The swirls fell down in gentle heaps

To linger where the crocus sleeps.

I walked among the frightened blooms

And wished I had a world of rooms

To shelter every tender waif

That seeks someplace to keep him safe.

 

Time needs a friend when life is cold

And love needs hope as dreams grow old.

Each lonely blossom free from fear

Will flower with a joyous cheer

To flourish in the sunshine’s kiss

And value life’s eternal myths

That promise spring will give new birth

To scores of seeds that earn their worth.

 

TRANSITION: AN ENDING THAT IS A BEGINNING ( 1974 ) 2013/04/25

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Wistful windows that long for strangers in the night,

Restless dreams lust to capture fantasy in flight,

Illusion contriving all rank of rebellion

And prowling, seeks other pastures hither and yon.

Restful spaces in which the heart can love again

Belong not just to imagery, vivid or plain,

When leaving love behind, one closes many doors

Breaching other vistas fair caprice explores.

To keep a steady grasp on sensibility

Frequently becomes a friendless calamity,

There are spans when fears rise, increase and terrify

And striving as we might, all judgement nullify,

Direction appears elusively to transit,

Then to find ourselves lost and in our grief expand it.

The gentle soul with sacrifice that seems insane,

The loving heart that begs consistency in vain,

Take heed, those apertures yawn widely in and out

We may overcome them, if we can conquer doubt.

Thus do not cry, venture bids one to try once more

And seeking, find that life and love, as was before.

Forsake thoughts that abide with mock serenity,

Visions of affairs that end in obscenity,

And travel in the realm of never-ending hope,

Of all the lessons taught, the best, learn how to cope.

 

DUTY ( 1969 ) 2013/04/24

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Help me Lord, to understand life’s complexity

Teach me world, to use my mind with dexterity

Lead me faith, to courage tempered with tolerance,

Heal me time, with slow patience born of forbearance

Guide me truth, to wisdom laced with curiosity

Show me wonder, how to feel with deep intensity,

Guard me love, from anger displayed with impudence

Force me heart, to exhibit love shared with prudence.

 

BLESSINGS ( 2013 ) 2013/04/23

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Oftimes when I am lying at my ease

Upon some chaise as quiet as you please

Along the sandy shore that comforts me

With warming winds beside the restless sea

I contemplate the peace that aging brings

While bearing wisdom on its learned wings.

Asleep beneath the stars and moon above

Under the spell of some enduring love

And there the beauty that I sought and knew

Still shimmered and spun the whole night through

While God Himself seemed to smile on us all

By spreading His blessings both large and small.

 

FREE ( 1991 )

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I look upon a leafy bed

And wonder why the leaves are dead,

I look upon a stormy sky

And wonder why the birds won’t fly,

I see a tired human face

And wonder if he takes up space,

I question whether time grows old

And why the length of love must mold,

Why flowers turn to face the sun

Then disappear when growing’s done.

The simple ways still seem the best

They supercede the foolish rest,

Perhaps with years we’ve come to know

That fortune follows as we sow.

 

Though oft I’d sought another place

And sometimes thought I’d lost the race,

Faint melody soon pricked my ears

And cast aside my hidden fears.

Now lately, as my life turns round

And echoes with its closing sound,

One grateful thought does fill my mind,

With age, my passion waxes kind.

I’ve spent this life as best I knew

And lived my hopes as dreamers do,

I’ve known the world the wishful see

And bless my fate that now I’m free.

 

JUDGEMENT ( 2013 )

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The swiftly graying darkly coursing sky

Does play upon my fickle inner eye

And bares a mystery both stark and bold

That speaks to me of long lost dreams untold.

These dreams I thought had flown so far away.

Yet seeming near, had somehow lost their way.

 

Some fringed and faded shadows left behind

Shedding aged reflection as they unwind

What had once been I recognised anew

And purpose wrought with aim and course so true.

The passion in my heart that won’t decline

A hungry yearning that I can’t define

The dreaming in my mind that cannot fade

A hard decision that I have not made

The longing in my soul that will not wane

A quest for meaning that I’ve failed to gain.

 

And there among the past that wastes away

Find sad remains of yet another day

One unknown force that placed the founding stone

Has willed this legacy to us alone.

There in the night with truth possessed and sown

Who by their fruits at last shall they be known.

 

OBSERVATION ( 2001 ) 2013/04/18

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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.

 

SEARCHING ( 1952 ) 2013/04/16

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Lemon balm and lavender, amaryllis green

All the scents a garden holds, vibrant though unseen

Tansy tall and spearmint bright spend their perfumes gay

While violets and lilies white do their incense spray

Midst this tangled rooting mass lies a seed unborn

That may blossom forth one day into times forlorn.

 

Tiny mums, petunias bold nestle side by side

Laughing bells with nodding heads do their mirth confide,

Watch the painted daisy bow with a grace serene,

Spreads the creeping myrtle discreetly in-between,

How this sight does profit me as I chance intrude

Like some stranger in a trance, arrogant and rude.

 

In a field of thornbush one lonely primrose grew

Pledging soon that I’d forget that long wait I knew,

I trace again those times that quickly flew too fast

While roses by a fence remind me of the past,

Alas my life slips by too soon its season ends

And I am left behind to grieve the loss of friends.

 

A flower ends its life in quiet simple ways

Enriched by nature’s cool and passionless displays,

The years may come and go as petals fade and die

But in the life of man this fading means goodbye,

Reaching the final circumstance wherein resides

The blending of that time when none but truth presides.

 

Sunlight in a garden though seeming ever bright

Fades into a sunset where flowers sleep at night

Fulfillment of happenings that I dare not know,

Like shadows of sentiment those I scarce can show

Reminds me that a man though born of God’s intent

Fades into the darkness before his life is spent.

 

I’ve walked among the shadows, whistled in the rain

Faced the bloody mountain and shivered with the pain

I’ve questioned valid reason and read books untold

Searching for an answer about what life might hold,

Yet always in my mind that field of flowers glows

Can I trust one promise beyond what nature grows?

 

DIVORCE ( 1978 ) 2013/04/14

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What are we love, where have we been

Beyond the scope of origin?

Among those lost and wasted souls

With waning hopes, forgotten goals

Are tragic myths sunk in despair

That flounder on discarded care.

Uneasy is that moment passed

Wherein each tear which could not last

Intrudes upon what others reap,

Impose on we who constant keep

Alive belief that love is spent

One lifetime long with vow content.

 

False impudence will rise alone

To seek new paths that are not known

Whence lies this foreign dark retreat

In which our passion meets defeat

To conquer both the thought and word

That crying in the cold is heard,

One voice, vibrant as stars that fall,

Demands of us, “ You must stand tall ! “

 

FRIENDS ( 1983 ) 2013/04/13

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Above the roof and chimney rise

I tend my garden in the skies,

I sleep with stars and wake with sun

Until my way in life is done.

I weep with mist and cry with rain

And live with hope that mellows pain.

I pay my way and now have learned

To value all the friends I’ve earned.

Build me no castle, sing no song

Carry no ill though hurt is strong.

When I’m old and youth’s spark is gone

Walk close beside me here and yon.

Leave me no paths that I must choose

Will me no fortune I may lose.

Unkempt and fledgling is my cure

That wanders oft with faith secure.

I’ve shaped my goals that they may fit

Into a mold with pride on it.

 

I’m bound to earth by God’s own will

With courage breathing hushed and still.

When to the trembling brink I’m tossed

And wisdom flees, appearing lost

I thank my God on bended knee

That love thus far has sheltered me.

 

CADENZA ( 1956 ) 2013/02/20

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To see thy face for but once more to know thy gentle smile

To feel again your warm embrace and hold your fond caress

Close to my heart, then let you go and knowing all the while

That this will be the last of you that ever I’ll possess.

Twould be enough to suffer me and last my whole life through

When time will make it seem as though we two have never met,

And newer fancy fondle me, breath dreams and hope anew

Into my breast with vengeance praying soon that I’ll forget.

 

Forget you love, this cannot be for all the years that lie ahead

A single rose will bring the pain of loving you and losing,

Thus I shall know that when you left this love was waning old and dread,

The task is left for me too soon the path of life in choosing

Wherefore I’ll walk alone and sad with tears and deep regret,

And pray that you remember still that all of love cannot be torn

From your bosom, that lingers still a tear which can’t forget.

So ends our love, our paths have crossed and love thus done, leaves us forlorn.

 

WHEN WE SPEAK UPON THE TELEPHONE ( 1955 )

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Undaunted courier blithely set, errant knight of my heart,

Your journey flying sweet dulcet sounds across the waves, my love impart,

Oh, genie new of man’s pursuit that does so quickly fly,

In spite of nature’s roaring best, my terms of love imply,

Carry fast and far these words, that burning in my throat, must out and will not hide,

And make it seem as though we two are tarrying, so close as nearly side by side.

Thus if these barriers we know which scheme in ways untold, keep us apart

Your voice, so filled with longing, can still the trembling of this faint and foolish heart.

 

MOURNING ( 1964 )

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Tossing, turning, waking, drowsing, reaching out in sleep unfitting

Awaking crisp and clear, sharp and clean, all dreams and thoughts permitting

License to play upon our fantasy and skim our pain away,

Yet conscience scheming, fear betraying, field a cause without delay,

Exist in part, with reason pursuing, to pray where love impedes

Life now seeming impossible, with truth and trust, blind faith succeeds,

Await your lasting decision, this trembling heart, swift speed implore

Know I could not love you so much, if I did not love myself more.

 

GOOD-BYE,LOVE ( 1955 )

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To need that love denied one now, so very much

Seeking the soft tenderness of that gentle touch

Caressing hands, the warming thrill of each embrace

Sweet memory hapless time refuses to erase

Now seeming gone, silent with fleetest wings away.

When was this time can it be only yesterday?

A yesterday fraught with shadows of this nightmare

That carried swift its agony of bleak despair,

Despairing love that weeps alone, the lonely years forget

And whisper wind of lovers’ trembling heart sad with regret,

Regretting dreams that only verge upon reality

Like fantasy that cannot mask its own finality.

 

PRISONER ( 1977 )

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There was a man of love and prudence call his name

A little boy confined within a great man’s frame,

This thoughtful man with winsome smile shed childish tears

A fretful child, one hoped had grown through fruitful years.

To live brief days alone with him, beyond the call

To seal his fate, while sure one is that love wins all

The path of gain as we define success somehow,

And see with clearer mind the truth for then and now.

 

So ponder how and reason questing why he lost,

A bitter start and fragile mind so temper tossed,

And rise to know he’d treat both foe and friend the same,

No thought to jest nor strength to test or carry blame.

Yet move at times with tenderest and gentle ways,

Though sure I was his life would end in lonely days

With all the wasted fragments scattered on the floor

And wisdom’s caution heed the call, strong will implore.

 

Useless harm to those we trust, yet who can measure

Why force the heart to bury deep valued treasure

Yet still I dream that fate endowed my simple mind

With clever ways that might I not have dealt in kind.

I loved him more than life itself for but brief time

Love could not grow nor win, in such unhealthy clime

Along the path he’d traveled far and traveled wide,

And luckless found he never knew the man inside.

 

AFFLICTION ( 1974 )

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Lengths of joy are shortened and trickle day by day

Into time’s labyrinth that flushes fast away,

Precious time fleeing waits on no man’s pensive moods

To bear reward of little calm, brief interludes,

Little need pursuing its worth, for truth obsessed

And selfish, begging pleasant days with love caressed.

But man has goalless aims and even lesser fight,

Woebegone fantasies forcing knowledge to flight,

Working manners that scorn consistency somehow

And lack of conscience as regards the here and now,

Rigid standards to conform without compassion,

Ignoring elements that are love’s just ration,

Then after helpless crying, wailing loud complaint

Whither have flown enchanted days without restraint.

How shallow can cling those endearing emotions,

When taken for granted, like steadfast devotions.

Yet tensile can be love that wanes and fades away

For even rocky gorges with pressure will decay,

And battles of the mind with futile gain compared

Do rage in fury, and restless find love despaired,

For even witless passion exists with some accord

Though depth and breadth, a greater tolerance afford.

But can love turn away and never blink an eye,

Not so, but pain enduring will instinct deny,

Wary heart seek its freedom no matter the cost,

Fidelity completely forsaken and lost.

 

RETROSPECT ( 1974 )

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Laughing lovers, holding hands, caressing,

Sharing dreams, mutual care expressing,

Youth and love hand in hand, walk beside me.

If love was dealt to me unkindly

Such a time remembering days long gone,

Left to build but faded memory upon.

Viewing you, aware of the weak façade

That veiled my own encountered brief charade.

 

Tender lovers, fear that insecurity possess,

Weeping dreamers, sobbing silently in sad distress,

Affairs that end when youth elusively has passed

Leaving us alone, reconciling shattered vows last,

Clasping hands, touching hearts, in time aging fears deny

Whispered promises, tomorrow’s heartache bid love goodbye.

 

DEVOTION ( 1978 ) 2013/02/16

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There are two lying close together, sleeping side by side,

That warm sensation surging, like an elevated ride,

Pulsing, throbbing, yet they fearing nothing, all thought recede,

Caring, hoping, wanting, blending feeling with subtle need.

Awaken, turn to face each other, desire reaching out,

And touching, filling the void that compassion is about.

 

Put fantasy in motion while forsaking lustful pride,

One man, one woman, secret thoughts and visions to confide,

Gentle cravings, swaying, moving with manner not profaned

Between pleasure and lust, delicate balance thus contained,

Caressing with a passion not akin to tenderness

No time to doubt, or cause to labor their own happiness.

 

Leave, shackles of the past aside, peril lagging behind,

To defend the marvel of love that dwells not in the mind,

Like a foreign continent waiting sweet exploration,

Caution flown, let loving grow, although of short duration,

Call it lust, yet know that there is more to this emotion,

To smile, to touch, to share what may be discreet devotion.

 

THE GIFT I GIVE AWAY ( 1954 ) 2013/02/14

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Lord I am alone and troubled query why

Is love a gift for some that time will deny,

Yet dear as the breath we each require to live

That one passion which is the suitors to give,

The martyr his cross and the artist his pain

The poet his muse and the miser his gain?

While Paris bold stood at the great gates of Troy

The love of that maid would his whole world destroy.

Love cannot reason or truly count its cost

See Othello, his Desdemona has lost.

Some fools that impatience in love surely grows

Whose victims we are that the mind never knows

For the want in their hearts do wither and pine

Drowning deep in lifes flask of bittersweet wine.

 

What love can produce the contentment we’re told?

Its visions of glory must slowly unfold

Amid thorny moments and troublesome days

Where dwells loss as it goes or fear as it stays.

If I am thus sought why so alone then I ?

Still safer my life whence to suffer or sigh

However apart, rather spare me the need

Of a lover who’ll grant me care without heed.

 

ON LOVE’S BLINDNESS ( 1950 )

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That love to man her blindness aptly guise,

And guileless woos him yet her guilt denies,

When in her haste the battle challenge take,

And thus to win humility forsake.