Claire V. Bogdanos

POEMS….THOUGHTS…..MEMORIES

I HEAR THE SOUNDS ( 2018 ) 2018/10/08

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I feel the fury of the wind

That keeps on squealing, ” let me in ”

I hear the angry sounds that shout

I do not know what it’s about,

But I am not some trembling vine

Who operates without a spine

I’ve been around the block too long

You’ll note that I’m not weak but strong !

 

 

 

NIGHT TIME’S DONE ( 2017 ) 2017/05/27

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I hear the echoes from the street

Of hasty and retreating feet

Some voices carry on the breeze

And filter through the veil of trees.

Those sounds that do survive the night

Will disappear in  morning’s light

The world awakes both old and young

When daybreak comes, the night time’s done !

 

 

 

 

 

LATER ( 2016 ) 2016/09/23

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I hear the noise of traffic from below

The buses, cars, trucks halt and stop and go

Local sirens screaming while flying past

Sounds of early rush that could shatter glass

Seems to me that if I  could have my way

I’d make the morn a later time of day !

 

 

RESPITE ( 2016 ) 2016/01/11

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I hear the wind it speaks to me

It’s hollow voice drones endlessly

The sound it makes is dark and deep

It has not learned to silence keep.

The power echoes in my mind

Where is this peace I sought to find

Perhaps I’m lost, I don’t know where

But for today, I do not care !

 

ESCAPE ( 2015 ) 2015/08/13

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Just close your eyes, what do you hear

The sound of chaos on your ear ?

Oh what a joy that it would be

To hear the surf beside the sea

Or deep within a leafy glade

To cherish sounds God’s creatures made

Or like the quiet of the air

You sense in fields as you stroll there.

But all that I can do today

Is shut the windows, run away !

 

1200 MILES AWAY ( 2015 ) 2015/06/29

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I hear the groans from the street below

As awnings crank, tires screech and go

The blare of morning is all around

And crams the air with its frantic sound.

Oh how I miss the silence and peace

That once I knew on a distant beach

But like the mouse in the country bred

I thought I’d try the city instead.

Oh silly goose, what did you not find

You left the calm of your life behind !

 

DATELINE: HOBOKEN, NJ, USA “TRASH” ( 1984 ) 2014/01/01

Filed under: POEMS.....THOUGHTS.....MEMORIES — bogdanosclaire @ 3:15 pm
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EXCUSE ME, but you’re raining on my parade !  Oh, no it’s only Ronald McDonald sponsoring another sidewalk fest for the local neighborhood, frenzied and noisy.  Speaking of parades, we’ve missed one, New Year’s Day !  How do all those bands and marchers manage to be so sprightly and energetic the day after ?  I’d venture that the rest of the population including HOBOKEN can barely manage to lift their heads off the pillow much before warm-up time !  What is the secret ?  This year I couldn’t get the adrenalin to flow until about 3 PM, and I stayed at home New Years Eve, just the TV and me, listening to the serenade of breaking beer bottles and screeching tires from the streets below.  My morning after blues included one quick foray onto the sidewalk with black plastic bag clutched tightly in my very cold hand while the aging body repeatedly bobbed to scoop up the remains of the nights revelry.  Thank God and the local politicos for a swift and efficient Department of Sanitation.  They sure can cleansweep this town, toute suite !  When I was young, my mother told me that you could learn a lot about human nature by observing people’s trash cans.   Some were all dented and dirty, others clean and painted with pride, some had no cans at all using boxes and bags while others simply used those of their neighbors.  Now that’s a life lesson !  I honestly don’t know if that was what she truly meant however I never doubted her sagacity.  Excuse me, but I just ran out of Lysol !                            Sincerely,                         Claire B.

 

 
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