Claire V. Bogdanos

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

I BELONGED ( 2019 ) 2019/06/15

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Oh little  birds you crowd my door

What is  it you  are waiting for

A bit of bread or  cracker crumbs

That from my kitchen table comes

Leftovers  from a  berry  tart

I meant for you right from the start ?

I want to  share my feast with you

The way most thoughtful persons do

The Lord above has taught us this

Some joys in life we must not miss.

Perhaps one  day when I am old

And all my senses have grown cold

You’ll sing to me your old time song

Reminding  me that I belonged !










MORNING JOY ( 2018 ) 2018/08/03

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There is this need I have to share

My joy, my love with those who care

My heart is full, impelled to say

God in His beauty crowns each day.

The sun that’s rising overhead

Now spreads his rays across my bed

His fingers skim my window pane

And cause my life to sing again !


THE HOUSEWREN ( 2018 ) 2018/06/21

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Noisy little housewren, tan, grey and ever small

Early morning serenade is my wake up call

Upon my jaded ears your song doth sweetly fall

Oh tiny messenger, great joys you share with all !




ENVIRONMENT ( 2015 ) 2015/10/07

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There’s much to learn from nature’s rage

To teach a lesson sound and sage,

Environment came much before

A roof and windows, walls and floor.

I always think that God knows best

His methods have withstood the test

He gave all creatures their first home

Like forests, oceans, fields to roam.

We’ve islands, valleys, mountains tall

A wealth of habitat for all

I wish the world would understand

There’s no cause to abuse His land !


THE SANTA CAUSE ( 2014 ) 2014/12/21

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The children laugh, they run and play

For soon it will be Christmas Day

A holiday for one and all

Our Santa seems to heed the call !

I think his image tries to be

A joy to all of those who see

Race and religion play no part

It’s all about a kindly heart

It has to do with sharing things

And happiness that giving brings !



DATELINE: HOBOKEN, NJ, USA “COLOR” ( 2014 ) 2014/01/17

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THIS A.M., I wakened early to visions of streets trod by nodding smiling people, assorted ages, sizes and in various shades of color, now that’s Hoboken !  Frankly even if you are a stranger, almost all seem to nod or greet in some mild fashion both with the familiar and occasional “homeless” .  Here we are more than three and a half centuries after our initial encounter with resident Native American Indians.  Can you imagine such camaraderie ?  We have gone from  Ho-Ho-Hoboken to a town where the cost of living space has tumbled to a low of $ 500.  per finished square footage due to struggling economic times !  For those of us who have survived the Great Depression the dichotomy is astounding, not to mention, overwhelming !  Yet the homeless are with us still.  I have become  convinced that they may be the last extension of our society that remains impervious to the color GREEN !  HaHa !  But I digress, this is a place of many languages and dialects since it’s inception but grows even more divers daily and all in one friendly mile, which we happily share with the Cake Boss !!  On that sweet note I wish to remind you that Hoboken WAS the home of Hostess Cake and Tootsie Roll when I was a little girl !                                         Sincerely,                                              Claire B.


HEROES ( 2013 ) 2013/04/21

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There are times the sadness of this life is overbearing

While our days are spent without the hope of ever sharing

Such a painful thought of never truly comprehending

Why and if there is to be a simpler happy ending.

Those cherished values scorned by raving heretics amused

Hold faithful to a code that waits discarded and abused.


These unsung heroes thus having forged our destiny

Awaken from the sleep that took them to eternity

Engaging in a task so powerful it never ceases

Leaving us employed in scooping up the tattered pieces.

Waves of all the talents that marked our yesterdays

By those who earned the right to claim a share of glory’s praise,

“ Fidelity” a word once hopeless lost among the rules

Now challenged by this useless cadre of important fools !


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