Claire V. Bogdanos

POEMS….THOUGHTS…..MEMORIES

OUR DANCING SHOES ( 2019 ) 2019/02/14

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When I was but a child of three 

My nana made costumes for me 

Because I danced upon the stage 

At such a very early age. 

It was the time of childhood stars 

And “black and whites” bout men from Mars 

Now my grandpa, he sure could tap 

He’d dance till dawn if people clapped. 

It seemed so natural to me 

To imitate what I did see 

For years I danced my heart away 

And if I could, I would today ! 

AT THE AGE OF 2 ( 1933 ) I BEGAN TAP LESSONS WITH

THE SWIFT SISTERS ON WASHINGTON ST.  HOBOKEN, NJ

MY SISTER  ( 9 YEARS YOUNGER )  STUDIED WITH BEN

BLUE AND RUBY KEELER AT JOURNAL SQUARE, J.C. STUDIO

ALL MY SONS STUDIED WITH BETTY BYRD HOCTOR IN

HOHOKUS, N.J. FOR THEIR EARLY YEARS AND MOVED ON TO

FRED KELLY’S STUDIO ON KINDERKAMACK ROAD IN ORADELL

FOR ADVANCED LESSONS. HE WAS GENE KELLY’S BROTHER !

THEY ALL DANCED AND STILL DO !

 

VIRTUOSITY ( 2018 ) 2018/07/28

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Oh wayward star where have you been

What kind of world are you lost in

The road is slick, the path is steep

Where is the vision that you seek ?

The night is long and lost in dark

While all about is drear and stark

The mist seeps through the window pane

Engendering a new refrain

Oh Lord, be kind, help us to see

Life’s face of virtuosity !

 

 

EXPECTATION ( 1955 ) 2013/07/22

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Today a gentle wind must needs have carried on its fragile wings

Fragrance heavy with a tender thought new breath that sweetly sings      

So like enchantment that softly pushed upon an aged door,

Pregnant hope awaits another day wherein to blossom more 

While nestled in some far corner of my mind erstwhile at ease 

Now waking slowly like pollen borne upon this springtime breeze .

The scented air wafts fertile dreams that for brief time had been forgot 

While seeming slept almost secure slumbered long yet withered not.

And so today which thus began in silent desperation 

Concluded with a future hope of newer expectation.

It takes no skill to fall down on the heap of disappointment. 

But knowing wait sure time will grow with love and earned contentment.

 

 
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