The wind blows wild and plays a song
I’d like to learn to hum along,
It isn’t hard to sing a tune
With words that rhyme like June and moon.
Such mirth it brings to wonder this
And to imagine youth’s first kiss,
I wish that I might be again
That girl I was away back when
The thrill of love and sweet romance
Could offer me a happy chance !
How often is it that we think
This world of ours is on the brink
That maybe we’ll fall off the ledge
Or slip as we sit on the edge
I’m truly stuck in reverse gear
What happens next can hold no fear !
We do not know through all these years
A time so full of angst and fears
Is this the war from days of old
That ages have this story told
The one the prophets have declared
For which we now must be prepared.
Whomever dreamt that we would be
Faced by this great calamity,
May God have mercy on our souls
Help us secure our end time goals !
How I wish our love of Christmas cheer
Could live through each day of this new year
Why should its joy come and go away
To leave all this space for our display ?
Let’s pray that God has a plan for all
That will take us there from now past fall
And if we’re lucky as we can be
Opens the door to Eternity !
Can you hear winter winds break through the trees
With frozen breath and chill, an instant freeze ?
I hear the crackling ice, it falls away
Reminds us weather changes day by day,
It sort of vacillates and jumps about
Exposing purpose, choice, free will and doubt.
So let us now our precious chances take
Pray God we’ve no more branches left to break !
How often is it that we think
This world of ours is on the brink ?
What e’er occurs within our sight
No matter if it’s left or right
Should savour all despite the fear
God’s Judgement Day moves ever near !
There are no guarantees in life
For mother, child, husband or wife,
We all have travelled on life’s road
Unburdened or with heavy load
There is no crowd to cheer us on
No magic words to lean upon
No tragic curse that we’re aware
Or law that says what must be fair.
We understand that on each path
There can be times of doubt or wrath
Yet often seems so very sweet
When hope and joy with love compete
I do not know the why of it
And pray most times that we shall fit !
Shimmering stars are seen at night
Displaying all their brilliant light
Creating highways in the sky
On which explorers do rely.
I wish that we on earth could know
The magic that God’s sky does show
Of life as is and how we learn
To choose our path at every turn !
Have you e’er pondered over angel wings
How they could get caught in our worldly things
Such as doors, windows and archways or screens
Or limbs of trees or in branches of greens ?
How do they manage to dress up each day
Looking so sweet in angelic display
I wonder if they wear stockings or boots
Do they prefer eating ice cream or fruits ?
Isn’t it strange that we know nothing more
Of where they’ve been until now and before
I’d sure like to find some lessons to use
To help me decide which pathway to choose !
Life is not strange nor is it cruel
It violates no golden rule
For in most seasons, young or old
The fields are plowed or bought or sold.
Some lie fallow while some are green
Others produce to the obscene
No two alike that is God’s way
As each creates his own display !
Oh squirrel, squirrel on the wall
You are the greatest thief of all
I see you quickly moving in
And stand up tall as you begin
The slightest sound makes you flash freeze
You look as rigid as the trees.
You do not move one tiny bit
Your eyeballs glaze without a twit
I’ve tried quite hard but I can’t hold
A candle to your posture bold
Your garment fades into the fence
I guess that’s part of God’s defence.
You don’t seem big enough to eat
You are all fur with little meat
Oh frisky rodent you must play
Another role in God’s display
There must be other jobs you do
For God to take such care of you !
Regarding all life’s pain and ache
I’ve found my heart close to a break
Select a path which each must choose
And for this once walk in my shoes
The complex part aft all’s been done
Is sadness that does one o’ercome.
However long this life may be
There’s but one judge of thee and me.
Tis true for those who’ve gone away
There is no option leave or stay !
We’ve seen the shadows on the wall
Heard echoes of the clarion’s call
The battle signals rang out clear
To fall at last on hollowed ear.
There’s no mistake upon the ground
Or impact of each magic sound
While trumpets blow and blare away
This message for the latter days
A change is coming, wait and see
To wing the way to victory !
To love our God and country too
Those are the things I chose to do.
To furnish aid to those in need
Encourage others to succeed
Grant help to many who deserve
To earn a chance to give and serve.
It’s true our nation must be saved
If we are to escape this grave
Of shattered dreams, distorted facts,
Repeated crimes and heartless acts.
Please rescue us and keep us free
Lest we betray our destiny !
When I look up into the sky
So full of creatures that do fly
Where images that catch my eye
May mix with clouds here passing by.
Imagination can’t restore
What it is we are searching for
That special something most adore
A secret gift behind each door.
The world is full of guile and guise
Beneath the sea, above the skies
We live in times of great disguise
Truth is hidden amongst the lies !
Lives are like the canvas all white and clear
That too soon begins to cloud up with fear
Add a hint of ochre as we all grow
With colors God paints into each rainbow
If circles or squares lapse into the breach
May they be beyond lost destinies reach.
As each canvas becomes part of the dream
Of what we’ve reached for or where we have been
Or the brushes get tired or weather worn
Take care we don’t all get tattered or torn !
The sun, it filters through the leaves
Its shadows bouncing off the eaves
Upon the rooftops round about
Seagulls and pigeons thawing out.
The frosty chill of early morn
Gives rise to wishes yet unborn
That men and nature be discreet
Learn how to share, reject defeat !
It’s time for all to stop and think
Our world’s been trembling on the brink
The last thing that we need right now
Is someone else’s sacred cow
Another reason to resist
Or confrontation to exist.
We’re not so very far removed
From where our lives were unimproved
The horse and buggy were our ride
While sanitation was outside
And I’m not sure I can be pressed
To choose which era I like best !
I wish that I could tell you why
The grass is green and blue’s the sky,
That clouds are white but sometimes gray
Which indicates a rainy day.
I really do not have a clue
If bluebirds all are colored blue
Or if a robin’s breast is red
What color could it be instead ?
I’d like to think there is a plan
That’s meant to help me understand
Why colors are of such import
Among the many things we’re taught.
There are issues labeled black and white
Does that mean everything’s alright ?
Imagine life as colorless,
This world of ours would be a mess !
Oh how I wish that I might find
A path that’s safe and does not wind
The straightest road without a curve
Is more a choice than I deserve
For narrow as the options be
It is the route that pleases me !
My heart flies high on silvered wings
As I embrace rememberings
For all on earth I have not seen
And places that I haven’t been.
Like memories forever lost
It matters not whate’er the cost
Some visions I will never know
Are those that I choose to forego !
The pendulum moves side to side
It is a somewhat boring ride
And doesn’t variate a bit
When in the rut where it does fit
And that’s a lesson to be taught
About this web in which we’re caught.
Sometimes it may be truly fine
When one decides to tow the line
However that does not preclude
A change in venue or in mood
For each must have freedom of choice
So they may exercise their voice !
Is there a goal that one must seek
To make us stronger, not so weak,
A purpose that each one must find
To help escape a path unkind.
A babe is born most are the same
Except for color, sex and name
It’s left to them to win or lose
The way of life that each shall choose.
Some win, some fail, some others cry
And there are those who never try !
This heart that now beats in my breast
Is old and tired like the rest
The times have come and they have gone
This life we know must carry on
No matter what we choose to do
Oh Lord, we leave that choice to You !
I wish, I wish I had the words
To tell the crowd how to become
A connosieur of the absurd
Or prophecy of dumb and numb.
This world grows smaller day by day
And madness has now grown a voice
I wish that I could run away
Or help dear God to find a choice !
I believe that life has levels of
Concern and care, devotion and love
They are with us for a lifetime long
And range from the meek to ever strong.
Perhaps some require a stouter voice
To channel the option of their choice
One must not accept that all is lost
Or believe that failure is the cost,
Stand up and shout or cheer if you will
And know that your God is with you still !
Tis sad that we who work so hard
Confirm our faith, believe in God,
Must shield ourselves from Satan’s might
Or cower under power’s fright.
It seems our world is threatened by
This league of rogues both low and high
Who bar the path that we must take
To save our values or forsake.
As for myself, I’ve one reply
I chose my God, He is the guy !
The fog slips in and hugs the ground
The air is still there’s ne’er a sound
I feel the damp inside my bones
My feet can’t grasp the slipp’ry stones.
I sense the chill invade my space
Oh how I need escape this place,
Before my mind grows dim and old
And all I’ve known wanes dread and cold !
To Edward Pavlovich, an old friend who painted
my portrait in 1951, I remember you ! Thanks !
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Claire V. Bogdanos 