Claire V. Bogdanos

POEMS….THOUGHTS…..MEMORIES

NOT WRIT YET ( 2017 ) 2017/02/02

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I wonder if those words I hear

Whispered so softly in my ear

While I am half asleep in bed

And murmurs swirl around my head,

I find I’m caught within this spin

Of all the lines I must fill in.

Sometimes I cannot keep the pace

The words seem to get lost in space

And need a sort of safety net

To catch those thoughts I’ve not writ yet !

 

THE SOUND OF POETRY ( 2015 ) 2015/04/25

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The poet paints a picture but not with paint and brush

His words create the image there’s music in his touch

Each has his own conception there are no two the same

Tis an old profession and Shakepeare’s favorite game.

Some think the words are foolish and pale in empty air

Please remember David and his Psalms we all still share

His words were so profound they will live forever here

They brought us close to God they will never disappear !

 

DATELINE: Hoboken, NJ, USA (2013) “HOMERUN” 2013/07/31

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Each morning as I a waken, in those first few moments when awareness stirs, I take the time to thank my creator for another day. I do not question whether my benefactor exists! I remember the manners that I was taught as a child and am grateful and will continue to be so for every subsequent breath that I take.Ingratitude is unacceptable! But what I wish to convey to you today is the simple fact that my heart sings and has done so for most of my life in spite of adversity. As we have learned from Job, faith is all! Tears are a necessity, like washing ones heart, purging our emotions not unlike windshield wipers clearing our vision as we travel on life’s “fractious” highway. These are not incompatible feelings but rather complimentary. The point I am attempting to advance is that one needs to be “tempered” by the other, you know “all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy”! The total of which leads me to an example of both beauty and sadness by Tennyson, “Tears Idle Tears”.

    “Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean,

Tears from the depth of some divine despair

Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes,

In looking on the happy Autumn – fields,

And thinking of the days that are no more.”

Alfred, Lord Tennyson

As one of the “Apostles” of the 19th century and the genius who followed Wordsworth (whom I also adore) as Englands’s Poet Laureate, his writings are almost immortal and endless, each more valiant than the previous! Do you recall that I have voiced my request for another 100 years so I can get it right this time? His concluding line, “O Death in Life, the days that are no more!” He may just be the “Willie Mays” of poetry, you must make that decision on your own. You’re next up in the batter’s box, try hard to not strike out! He’s a champ!

Sincerely,

Claire B.

 

FAREWELL ( 2013 ) 2013/07/10

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If love had wings, I then would fly

Into your arms to say goodbye

I’ve no more time to gift to thee

This precious breath that’s left in me.

I close the door and bow my head

Too soon the hour I will be dead

Enough here now to say farewell

With some regrets I need to tell.

Can this life be my last resort

Or shall I gain another port

That waits for me to finish here

Ere I pursue this virtue clear ?

 

WISTFUL THOUGHTS ( 2013 ) 2013/07/08

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I miss my mom, I miss my dad

And all the friends that I once had

I miss the way life used to be

When joy and hope and peace were free.

These days are gone just blown away

With lost remains of yesterday

Oh how I pray and often yearn

For oldtime pleasures glad return.

 

I realise now this won’t be

Seems most of it was not that free

I’ve tried quite hard to be aware

And understand with love and care

Here in this world the future brings

Broad visions of lifes happenings.

 

 

 

DATELINE: Hoboken, NJ USA “NIGHTINGALES” ( 2013 ) 2013/07/07


In 1945, I stumbled upon a poem, “Transcience” by a poet, Sarojini Naidu.  I was unaware that she was a woman or that she was so very special.  However, my hungry mind gravitated to her incredible thoughts and words.  In my effort to commit them to memory, I devised a plan by using the first 4 words of each of 3 stanzas and it worked.  “Nay, do not grieve, Nay do not pine, Nay, do not weep,”  now here we are almost 70 years later and with this single device I am able to recall that piece without hesitation.  I find that time has not diminished its value or the consolation it carried in its rhythmic style to alleviate the almost unbearable tragedy of that era and its world impact !  This reminds me of another man of note and pathos, Siegfried Sassoon of World War I, still one more voice in the “wilderness “along with a cadre of others.  Oddly enough both of these poets shared similarities, born late 1800’s , died after WWII concluded,educated in England and rooted in Indian culture with a passion for peace.  Both deserve your attention and respect !  Please allow me to close with the last 4 lines of my personal favorite:

“Nay, do not weep; new hopes,new dreams,new faces,

The unspent joy of all the unborn years,

Will prove your heart a traitor to its sorrow,

And make your eyes unfaithful to their tears.”

by Sarojini Naidu

And so again, we find another facet of magic words in the hands of “word warriors” not to be ignored.  I find myself compelled to think of one greater, the Preacher,Solomon, have you read him lately?  That’s Ecclesiastes !

Sincerely,

Claire B.

 

ON BEING AT THE SEASHORE ( 1983 ) 2013/07/06

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This barren rocky precipice that waits beside the sea

And rims the sand’s circumference that is earth’s boundary,

In vivid fascination I do watch with searching eyes

That must scan the water’s surface until it meets the skies,

And where e’er my view dost light, be it simple face or plain

I discern that same wonder which pretends no small explain

Yet does add some mixed texture to the portrait that I find

Bearing just one signature in a likeness of the mind.

Why then is man thus drawn to the countenance of the sea,

Why does he sit there silent as one rapt in reverie?

 

Can it be that life is all and he merely questions why

As his vision sometimes dims and his wings refuse to fly?

Engaging in that foray which will mark his holy quest

To seek another reason fore he casts aside the rest,

Chance uncover misted veils that have cloaked his destiny

At last to comprehend the ocean’s deep complexity.

 

 
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