Claire V. Bogdanos

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

RETROSPECT ( 1974 ) 2013/02/20

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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.

 

PIRATE SHIPS ( 1978 ) 2013/02/13

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Tall ships and white sails heading in the evening breeze,

Majestic rolling, lilting on blue sailing seas,

Voyage into the setting sun’s gaping expanse,

Where mystic stars and waves do shyly greet and dance.

To dwell where dark mystery of the deep endures

Landlubber I do wish somehow I might secure

A berth on these and fly with steady falcon’s wings

Into the sky light on a mast that sways and sings

With pirate tales of secret treasure troves galore,

Though buccaneers I’m told, steal ladies’ hearts no more.

How sad that even privateers with time grow old

No longer range the shrinking main to search for gold,

But rather sit in silence lusting for the past,

For men like ships with age, retire in grim contrast.

Yes pirate sloops died long ago in empathy

Like wanderlust that wanes for lack of sympathy,

While all that’s left are wistful sounds by seagulls made

Reminding us that once in time, adventure played

A melody upon the currents of the wind

And frolicked on the swells like a school of dolphin.

Hoist winch cast leaden anchors of the mind away,

Set sail for glory that recollects another day,

Embrace the basic elements of earth and sky

And on the seas of life, your fighting colours fly.

 

MEMORY ( 2003 ) 2013/02/11


Just as the wind off the hill whispers to the trees

Just as the bird on the bough sings into the breeze,

Just so my friend as life begins its final fall

I must tell you how I feel ere this curtain’s call.

Some songs I’ve heard have no words, others have no tune

They swell and rise and float aloft in time festooned.

Some friends I‘ve known crossed my path nodding cold farewell

Others stayed close by my side though they kiss and tell,

Some who came to plead my cause lingered on too long,

I do remember most the good, the kind, the strong.

 

While simple ways and gentle thoughts and silence too

Are peace that age has brought to me in purpose true.

If I count beyond my fears, just one smiling day

I won’t need another dream or another stay.

 

REQUITED ( 1957 )

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There is so much to tell to you

I know not where to begin now,

Think only thoughts that can be true

For it will be alright somehow,

Some day, somewhere, I’ll come to you,

And we’ll begin where love did end,

Our ebbing love far stronger grew

As tears their strength did power lend.

Until that day once more we’ll meet,

The long and lonely years forgot,

While life shall seem so incomplete,

I beg of you, forget me not.

 

This deed of horror and outrage

Remember not that I have done,

As time will heal, all pain assuage,

That grief need not your luck forerun.

 

To you I’ve willed the hidden plague

That suffers man his whole life through,

I loved you more though manner vague,

Possessed of heart unfaltering true.

I cannot say the why of it,

I only know that time won’t fade

This ache which bides with me unfit,

My heart must walk in loveless shade

Until I share once more with you,

And through this dark and dreary cast

That to my dying day I’ll rue

I’ll need you most, forget you last.

The saddest dream, long gone astray

Would that it might be now undone,

These simple words my will convey,

As I loved you, love I your son.

 

IMAGES ( 1986 ) 2013/02/06


Some grotesque images now cast upon an eerie wall

Do lend an unconscious foreboding to an empty hall

And conjured ghostly shadows that breathed very long ago

When sunlight filled every corner of the timid ego

Within which dwelt the lonely distance that life’s runner goes

Around that course the mind must pause to find if merit chose.

Sometimes in later days, our shadows fall here on the ground

To waste away because no useful purpose has been found

And cultures shaded by distorted views that lie in wait

Awake to grim reminders that success arrives too late,

While lifetimes spent in searching for that one beginning start

Find it at last when all time’s happenings desert the heart.

 

EACH CHRISTMAS ( 1989 )


The candles in the window, the frost clings to each bough

The holly climbs the lamppost, the weather’s colder now

Tis time for sweaters, muffs and gloves and season’s merry glee

Yet with each falling snowflake my thoughts drift back to thee.

I hear the Christmas carol they sang that Christmas Day

And all of this it happened to someone far away.

This season brings to many a hope of untold joy

To me it means a memory time refuses to destroy.

I saw you first that Christmas Day and knew it had to be

That I should fall in love with you and you in love with me.

Fate seemed to speak to both of us the selfsame words we heard

I saw the laughter in your eyes my heart held every word.

Though slow to speak as then you were, I waited one long year

My hopes began to crumble as that Christmas time drew near.

This time you did not fail me, my dream at last came true

You loved me my beloved as much as I loved you.

 

The joy we knew that Christmas will never come again

In vanished in the springtime in the mist and foggy rain.

And so again  each Christmas when the snowflakes gently fall

It’s the time of sweet remember not the parting I recall

And I say to you my darling, wherever you may be

That you think of me at Christmas if you ever think of me.

I should hope that you remember not the springtime and its rain

But the love and tender kindness not the sadness and the pain

Not the years of endless waiting and the promises untold

But the laughter and the happiness that remembering doth hold.