Claire V. Bogdanos

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

CONDITIONS ( 2000 ) 2013/07/06

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Happiness is a state of mind and

love a condition of the heart

Without which man is an empty shell

awaiting life’s meaning to start.

 

RAINFALL ( 1963 ) 2013/04/27

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There are no words to help explain

My God, how I do love the rain.

These feelings that surge deep within

Which from the depths inside begin

Are tonic to my ailing verve

And power grant these gods I serve.

The thought occurs often tragic

That life slips by without magic.

Grubbing bird,  hungry chick rejoice

While mist and I till dawn converse.

I could not live in climate dry

With nought to hide the fears I spy,

Impatient thoughts laced with chagrin

That weigh the scope of origin.

 

This rain that falls in rhythmic beat

Upon each valley, hill and street

And every other breathing thing

Elate that sweet refreshment bring.

Gone the fit of winter rigor

Greet the sudden rainfall’s vigor

Pause while earth accepts the blessing

Needing drink with grace caressing.

To each and every dying thought

Since man to life has hoping brought,

Neglected aims, now wilted grown

Feel with the rain, excitement known

Shall store away resentment’s girth

Believe that time may force rebirth

 

MY PLEA ( 1998 ) 2013/04/25


Therese of the Flowers will you help share my load,

May we walk hand in hand by the side of the road?

Can you tarry with me along time’s weary way,

Will you grant me some peace in each troublesome day?

 

As I bid you good morn, please smile kindly at me

Till my worrisome life in the end is set free.

In the hush of night’s dark when we two softly speak

I sense tears in your eyes and a flush on your cheek.

 

Oh little Therese as you wait silent and still

I can guess that you’ve tasted life’s cold and death’s chill.

Have pity on me, ease the dull hours of my days

With your sweetest of prayers in the smallest of ways.

 

Therese of the Flowers help me carry my load

As we walk hand in hand by the side of the road,

You may tarry with me along time’s weary way

Till we rest in God’s arms at the end of His day.

 

COMMENTARY ( 1952 ) 2013/02/20


This loud vituperous generation

Bred of wealth and moral degradation,

Abusive seedlings of decadence sown,

Wanton youth, in lack of awareness grown,

Floundering, for want of clear fortitude

Drowning in the flow of visciditude,

Expressing blame in terms most coarse and vile,

Censure holding, and decency defiled.

Poor wasted youth in sad afflicted plight

That knows no pledge nor holds a promise bright

They having days with but little merit

Some future, this lunacy inherit.

 

 

OBLIGATION ( 1955 )

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What shrinking cloud or blinking star

That careless flung on fateful night

Shines both on two, that dwell afar,

Apart from each with shared insight?

Love’s concert flown on broken wings,

Within the cresting of fanfare,

Where wishful thought forgotten sings

To utter this unflinching prayer:

“ Vigil keep with torch of duty,

Remain steadfast to idylls old,

Bind true faith to inward beauty

And treasure that one romance gold.”

 

DEEP MYSTERY ( 1972 )

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The smell of pine so heady on the evening breeze

Reminding me of night’s communing with the trees,

The cushion of dry needles covering the ground

I walk upon with lagging step makes lively sound

It matters not what wistful hours the heart has spent

Observing nature’s complex scheme and complement

Forevermore a wonderment this world must be

All sight and sound to witness night’s infinity.

 

When all those eyes that stare from dark and distant space

Constant staid from beginning time within their place,

Deep mystery when I myself cannot recall

Oh what flat spot my fleeing footsteps did last fall.

Of all the thoughts that race within the agile mind,

Search and never such accomplishment to find,

As needle, cone or sturdy tree, this fancy strike,

Numberless will bloom and grow with no two alike.

Great blessing that deep wisdom ruled since life began

Including this unspoken pact twixt God and man.

 

DISPOSITION ( 1977 )

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Oh little man possessed of smaller mind

Where have you left your rigid fears behind

Or do they walk with you, your waking hours

To assault you with their secret powers,

Or follow as you weave your careful way

Through the monotony of every day?

 

Oh grim despairing soul that has no hope

Within darkness you taught your heart to cope

Perhaps you’ll teach your mind in time to think

Thus live midst emotion raging succinct,

And dreaming dwell upon a flagrant kiss

And planning maintain devotion amiss.

 

Oh grieving heart, how can you bear the pain

And never know the why or cause explain,

But wander on the loss accept with ease

Hapless craft adrift in unwielding seas?

Too sad for lack of spirit need comply

And basic mortal code for life deny.

 

Oh fears that pursue, limits that tarry,

Escape leaden weights that practice carry,

One nourished on an indigenous pride

Engaging fate with a challenge inside,

Deep loss that suffers lackluster concept

Inadequate values, manner inept.

 

How now, to greet the coming of the years

In kind with normal passage of brief tears

And accepting thus that time may deal unkind?

For wit that hope is neither deaf nor blind

But dwells with faith and modest dignity,

Spurn false ideals and feint complexity.

 

SAINTED LADY ( 1968 )

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Lady in the chapel, you are so strangely still

What lonely thoughts do occupy your vacant time?

There placid in the shadow waiting on God’s will,

Content and cool you wane away your ebbing prime.

How many empty years for sin, will you atone,

What courage brought you to this final precipice

To know that you may bide forever all alone,

In silence here, for mortals who have strayed amiss?

If your eyes could see, if your lips could move and speak,

What message would you bring to earthly fools as me?

Tell me mild sainted one, were we born inward weak,

Does your presence command, “ endure pain patiently”?

 

Is not this a matter of human complexion

We willing victims of unholy appetite?

For each seed that grows is there by some direction,

Both fed and nurtured by our nature erudite.

Symbol of faith midst candles’ small flickering glow,

Still reminding us of our inadequacy

What gift of wisdom does your approval bestow

How can your painted tears improve our legacy?

 

If you were life and breath possessed of moving flesh,

Endowed with hopes and dreams, consumed with thoughts serene,

Will those raised arms to gesture once and mankind bless,

Seek birth and death with faith and justice in between

Speak gently words that can be understood by all,

There in some peaceful garden full of light and song,

With trees to cover you in leaves that quiet fall,

Then in our living world your sacrifice belong.

 

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.

 

FREEDOM ( 1978 )

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Ah, white knight, sally forth to challenge other’s fear,

Save the way of flesh, erstwhile knowing this is real,

Engage in moral fray within your scheming sphere,

And honor call their names, forgetting how to feel.

 

Ole! Brave matador, fast slay the charming beast

Lest you should learn too late that heart and mind can breathe

More than scales can weigh and wanton hearts choose the least,

Dishonor code and goals with which ambition seethe.

 

PURPOSE ( 1977 )

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Someone I love has queried of me, “ Where are you going and why?”

And do you know I couldn’t give a satisfactory reply?

It made me pause midway and think deep thoughts too ponderous to ply.

I ceased at once, and began in earnest an “Inquisition” I,

An answer rang so simple, shrill and clear, in vacuous dismay

Oh, dear, I’ve done it once again and childlike, lost my adult way.

 

DIRECTION ( 1978 ) 2013/02/16

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Now weep my love, for days that are no more,

Now sleep my love, to dream one last encore,

Then wake my love to face the world again,

And smile my love, it has not been in vain.

 

Arise my love, and teach your heart take heed,

Be strong my love and force yourself to need,

It’s over, love, there’s nothing left to keep

It’s over now, truth lost and love asleep.

 

Thus when each new tomorrow dawns today

To slowly slip into just yesterday

The pages of our story gently fold

And as pressed leaves twixt Job and Psalm, wax old.

 

Then, my love, reach forth to touch the morrow

Failing to remember shades of sorrow

Breathing thoughts as bold as all eternity

And idle dreams that swell with vanity.

 

Confess my love that life must be confined

To purpose real, mock goals for cause declined,

Justice meet dimension in manner chaste

Pursuing life in seeming sense, make haste.

 

CITY LIFE (1979 ) 2013/02/14

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Smoke curling from a dirty stack joins an already darkened sky

O’er junkyards laced with debris, cluttered with discard that’s piled eye high,

Mixed with the acrid smell of factories still grinding out their wares

As last years lights sag soot covered now from all Our Lady’s fairs.

A pidgeon’s roost has spread into a hovel on the roof with time

Midst makeshift lines where meager laundry’s hung to whiten in the grime.

Her aged structures seem to weep and groan with some unknown despair

Amid the bleak facades of each building’s ruff begging groom and care.

A city’s that place where the clamor of life parades in the streets

And the courtesy of her scoundrels leer at each corner she greets.

Here and there scaffolds rise in man’s weak attempt at human repair

While a furtive pack of stray dogs darts through shadows that loom and stare.

The sky above the city simmers with a glaze akin to glass

As she waits for the heat of a torrid summer’s day to slow pass.

Her neon lights glitter like garnets set into a bloodred moon,

Even her morning’s dew glistens and weeps and disappears too soon.

Imagine the day to day drama that her back alleys must hold

And the dreams of generations that here wearied and soon grew old.

Forgotten and lost dwells mankind’s dignity in the city’s rush

Like battered aspirations or prayers whispered in a chapel’s hush.

As a matter of need most cities are built like the hub of a wheel

The closer you are to its center the more of its impact you feel.

 

IT’S SNOWING ( 1955 ) 2013/01/31

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The white mist softly falls and fades

Dancing in a symphony

Each flake, a prima ballerina,

The world is an eclipse wondrous white,

Mysterious patterns make their way,

Disguising ordinary scenes,

Creating panoramic view

Where’er the eye may fall.

The world appears to wear a furry coat

Of ermine hue, fragile as the morning dew

Resting on the petal of a rose.

A solitary cadaver of spring

Slumbers beneath the blanket heaven sent,

God is in His glory and all the world

Reflects His purest image.

The air is fresh clinging to each bough,

There’s ne’er a garment which man

Could e’er allow to garb a mortal

In a cloak of such great majesty

Nor tell of such infinity as this world

Which is such a wondrous sight to see

When it’s fresh in snow.

 

 
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