Claire V. Bogdanos

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

WHAT IS GREEN ( 2001 ) 2013/04/21

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Wherever you look this world is shaded in green dye

From the forest’s floor clear to a rainbow in the sky,

A verdant place live with the miracle of God’s care

Plush valleys, woodlands and mountains that rise in the air.

What is green? I know that its not these roads that I trod

But the friendly gardens I pass that wave me a nod,

The blazoned grass in the fields and the oak when it’s young,

The trees that cover each grove with their seed as they’re sprung,

Grasshopper’s in flight emitting sounds that echo and hum,

No, not the air that we breathe but the source that it’s from.


Green’s my favorite color and the color of pine

Like the stem of each flower and the stalk of each vine,

The crest of each hill that’s burdened with blossoms it blows,

The fruits of the orchard and the tall corn as it grows,

Solemn moss upon a rock that betrays not its age,

A bird’s chorus sung from a branch, the air as its stage.


What is green? The deep of the sea, the heart of a palm

The chant of the willow’s sweep like the words of a psalm,

Caterpillars at birth and the new bud of a rose,

The youth of a man, the lid of his grave at its close,

The rigid eyes of a cat while its vigil will keep

In silence watching some prey, seeming lulled into sleep,

And there, like vespers in the wind that scatters  its seeds

Fast being held in the grasp of life’s swift spreading weeds

Tiny sprouts that protrude through the wet earth after rain

Are now promising me hope that the green will remain.

While the green of an emerald possesses great worth,

The best of life’s green is bound to the crust of the earth

Be glad that green’s the one color we cannot replace

It relieves the monotony of blacks, browns, and grays.


MEMORY IS ( 1981 ) 2013/04/18

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Sifting through the ashes of a

bitter burning ember

Of forgotten days that time is

dying to remember

Where winter thoughts demand their

silence softly to be heard

Like some feint storm that rages on

appearing now absurd,

To leave one faithful moment here

that truth can realize

There bearing in its icy grip

lost dreams of paradise,

An everlasting steadfast ghost

of hope that went astray

To carry on its battered wings

past thoughts of yesterday.


SUNRISE ( 1964 )

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Gladly, this new day rises with a lemon-colored sun,

Spreading its fan with fingers of light, their journey begun

The early dawn painting water colors across the sky,

Running rampant in a kaleidoscope mornings apply.

Buds tumbling o’er each other in a circus of display

Assailing the senses with sights and sounds in bold array.

A blessing to have left behind the dark sadness of night,

Too full, with all its gloom pervading length and depth and height.

And life’s cycle begins again, its merry youth slender,

So clear and clean, healing breath, new hopes and dreams engender.




The fog slips in like a shroud eclipsing the panorama

of the mountain’s sides

Where life is as a winging that must soar above the pall

or suffer all it hides.

Some context of this vast unchartered wilderness which

is the confines of my heart

And breeches o’er those valleys, there within the depths

of ignorance that was my start,

Has brought to me upon its beaten breast a shallow

consciousness of what I am

That whistles on the winds of plains wherein reside both

king of beasts and gentle lamb.


There time itself will bare the seed that lives with joy

or dies alone in discontent

As it fulfills an aim that is the longing of the soul or

of the mind, intent.

To move with space and wander in its bright expanse

beneath the sky where mood began

There, confirming this great world is an elegant cushion

for the footfalls of man

And as such must cradle his intense wish to dream and

hope and love and laugh and cry,

For man without one dream is a garden that never blooms

and does not wonder why.


CHANGING TEMPEST ( 1979 ) 2013/04/17

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Do you hear the falling rain

Splashing on the window pane

Pelting down in steady beat

Muddy junction where they meet,

Earth and water, lake and sand,

Awesome plight, begging command?

Have you felt a day so bare

Graying sky and whining air,

Bending boughs groaning distress,

Swaying trees blend with the rest?

Not a structure stands aloof

“ Pitter-patter,” cries the roof,

Eave and peak pleading complaint,

Rocky walls bulge with restraint,

Rivers rising where they fall

Protruding ledges cover all

Cringing creatures, great or least

Strangely silent, bird and beast.

Observe the stark windblown trees

Squirrels darting neath their leaves

Their endless chatter ceasing

With nature’s wrath increasing.

A strength and power display

Nothing secret in the way

These bold torrents need unload

Earth and gravel in the road,

Rushing paths fast pursuing

Shallow roots, loss ensuing,

Surging on now fast then slow,

Mid the turmoil as they flow,

Rivlets running to the sea

These lifeless remnants carry.

Have you known a day so bleak

Taking toll, the mild and meek?

Like the tempest of the mind

Fate attacks the just and kind,

Simple creatures fail the test,

Leaving judgement to the rest.




When a flower drops its petals

and its seeds are blown away

And its dry stalks tremble, break

to drop and lie amidst decay,

When a tall tree bends its wide limbs

and its leaves are swept away

Seeking safe and sheltered haven

hence await another day,

When a dream still waits unbidden

as the years have caused delay

And the hopes that fill a young mind

through the years have gone astray

When a heart that’s old and mellow

beats its last and sad farewell

Searching for the final hospice

where the soul at peace may dwell,

When the aims of every lifetime

falter, tarry and dispel

Knowing soon the battle’s over

and its goals have too short fell,

There among these winter feelings

where the hurt will rise and swell,

Face that fleeting day of anger,

sally forth and chance rebel.


CHILDHOOD ( 1976 ) 2013/04/16


Poor old teddy bear, waiting tired and time-worn

Reminding me of many nights spent too forlorn,

We have seen better days when your soft coat was new

And all the dreams we dared to dream seemed overdue.

I put away my childhood toys as I grew old

Because I’d sought the happiness that futures hold.

While childish hopes are based upon small simple things

They fade into the lonely past that growing brings.

Sometimes I wish, with all my heart, I could recall

That yesteryear, so long ago, when I was small.

There’s a precious amount of brief security

In loving a teddy bear who loves only me.


SEARCHING ( 1952 )

Lemon balm and lavender, amaryllis green

All the scents a garden holds, vibrant though unseen

Tansy tall and spearmint bright spend their perfumes gay

While violets and lilies white do their incense spray

Midst this tangled rooting mass lies a seed unborn

That may blossom forth one day into times forlorn.


Tiny mums, petunias bold nestle side by side

Laughing bells with nodding heads do their mirth confide,

Watch the painted daisy bow with a grace serene,

Spreads the creeping myrtle discreetly in-between,

How this sight does profit me as I chance intrude

Like some stranger in a trance, arrogant and rude.


In a field of thornbush one lonely primrose grew

Pledging soon that I’d forget that long wait I knew,

I trace again those times that quickly flew too fast

While roses by a fence remind me of the past,

Alas my life slips by too soon its season ends

And I am left behind to grieve the loss of friends.


A flower ends its life in quiet simple ways

Enriched by nature’s cool and passionless displays,

The years may come and go as petals fade and die

But in the life of man this fading means goodbye,

Reaching the final circumstance wherein resides

The blending of that time when none but truth presides.


Sunlight in a garden though seeming ever bright

Fades into a sunset where flowers sleep at night

Fulfillment of happenings that I dare not know,

Like shadows of sentiment those I scarce can show

Reminds me that a man though born of God’s intent

Fades into the darkness before his life is spent.


I’ve walked among the shadows, whistled in the rain

Faced the bloody mountain and shivered with the pain

I’ve questioned valid reason and read books untold

Searching for an answer about what life might hold,

Yet always in my mind that field of flowers glows

Can I trust one promise beyond what nature grows?


WHEN I WAS A CHILD ( 1998 ) 2013/04/14

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I choose to remember when I was a child

That the streams fell o’er rocks running free and wild

And trickled neath the garden wall

Through crevices that time installed.


The spattering rain bore a scent of pleasure

That’s stored in my mind like a hidden treasure,

These simple joys which I once knew

With passing years much fonder grew.


Some mornings I’d lie on the side of the hill

While the wind whistled tunes that sent me a chill,

With quick’ning pace fleet life had lent

I wondered where that springtime went.


Small prickly green spikes rushed to cover the ground

Bold to herald new seasons the year had found,

Those terms I’d based my life upon

Too soon before my youth had gone.


Each brook seemed to flow as though thought were inane

While crooning a song with a wistful refrain,

I tread beach sand so clean and white

And sadly kissed each day goodnight.


I marveled at clouds that decided to play

In the midst of a hot sultry August day,

First they were blue then rose then pink,

Plum in time for that sun to sink.


The fields wore a garland of flowers in bloom

With cascades of blossoms to sweeten the gloom,

I touched the frost that capped the sea

As the summer’s length swept past me.


I awoke with mixed chatter of migrant birds

To witness God’s errand that needed no words,

I laughed with glee when autumn came

Cause I’d heard of October’s fame.


The perfume of burning leaves since done away

Was the smouldering ash of another day,

Now I’ve grown old I still recall

Those umber leaves that echoed fall.


On overhead boughs naked and shivering

Lay remnants of nests in the wind quivering,

While logs and twigs were known to sleep

All winter long in snow knee-deep.


Soon white flakes that grandeur knew obscured the sky

While I with quick breath did watch the last bird fly,

The years are gone but not the thrill

Forget that time, I cannot still.


There was heart to smell and feel and taste and see

Perhaps question what life was offering me,

Why must truth hide behind a mask

To yield unwon its precious task?


FRIENDS ( 1983 ) 2013/04/13

Above the roof and chimney rise

I tend my garden in the skies,

I sleep with stars and wake with sun

Until my way in life is done.

I weep with mist and cry with rain

And live with hope that mellows pain.

I pay my way and now have learned

To value all the friends I’ve earned.

Build me no castle, sing no song

Carry no ill though hurt is strong.

When I’m old and youth’s spark is gone

Walk close beside me here and yon.

Leave me no paths that I must choose

Will me no fortune I may lose.

Unkempt and fledgling is my cure

That wanders oft with faith secure.

I’ve shaped my goals that they may fit

Into a mold with pride on it.


I’m bound to earth by God’s own will

With courage breathing hushed and still.

When to the trembling brink I’m tossed

And wisdom flees, appearing lost

I thank my God on bended knee

That love thus far has sheltered me.



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Sometimes when I am at my ease

A simple odor treads the breeze

And from the past some mem’ry brought

Across my mind in homely thought

That waits upon those childhood days

Where knowledge grows and friendship strays.

I’m not so sure that as I’ve grown

My youthful fears have all but flown,

However names I can’t recall

Will ever plague my portrait wall

And recollections I connote

May brim my eye or catch my throat.


And if I choose to chance forget

Some dream that’s had no ending yet,

One face that lingers on may cling

To fragile moments spread with spring,

Now bearing neither ache nor rage

Becomes the privilege of age.



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Oh mermaid by the fountains edge

There shaded by delinquent hedge,

With naked soul to wind exposed

Remains aloof yet rests composed.

I ponder o’er your endless plight

Forever left just out of sight.

I climb the stair to lonely bed

Through halls with bleak and empty stead.

Raw courage will importance play

Command each night to greet the day.

Abide with calm and peaceful mind

Within the span that time will bind.


This single vigil I must keep

Until my heart slips into sleep

Reminds me of that maid too bare

Whose marble eyes do vacant stare

Into the world to never see

Some ending of futility.


AGING ( 2005 ) 2013/04/12

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I’ve lately learned to live within the prison of my mind

That bars an entrance to some foolish pleasures I may find.

Here functions stalwart guardian deflecting thoughts intense

Erecting varied walls that strive to work for my defense,

Like a thousand rolling caissons exploding on a hill

Destroying all the silence that blankets my calm and still,

( Thunder shouting with an angry roar, one horrendous sight

Enlarging on the flimsy grasp of my tenacious plight.)

And now I do begin to understand that within me

Abides a force beyond control that shapes my destiny.


Where I have been before, that I remember clearly now

Vague and familiar paths that I have trod with time endowed,

While waning aspirations in discretion plainly sealed,

With wanting knew defeat but in forgetting, rapid healed?

I’ve sped to numerous places and never more alone

Than when I covered all those miles that had persistent grown

For man’s not free as a bird whose wings and heart do follow

The jaded pattern of the past like consistent swallow,

A humble place that rested within sight of waking eye

To leave no lasting memory when only passing by.


However haunting be the thought that we’ve already seen

The best and worst life offers us with simple space  between,

The aging heart knows sorrow that dwells with repetition

Harboring unruly thoughts that border on sedition.

The push and the pull of necessity which pursues me

And fills the trembling hours with boundless days that restless be

To wonder if some reason can be found ere I depart

Or  am I forced to exist with never another start?

This lonely hope, once awakened, here cradles discontent

Of years and times that shallow youth, with wasted aim misspent.


I comprehend that life drones on though all excitement’s flown

And wallows in contentments small that from resentment’s grown.

Perhaps then ‘tis wiser rejecting goals that reach too high,

Discarding dreams still searching for a rainbow in each sky,

The result of aging, which begins with maturity

Is a final wisdom that concludes in obscurity.


SEA TURTLE ( 2003 ) 2013/04/05

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Shy armadillo of the sea

Lumbersome oaf that hides from me

Graceless and awkward as you move,

Is there some lesson you will prove?

Your dull abode so lacking charm

That keeps your limbs quite safe from harm

Is not a fancy place at all

In fact it’s really rather small.

Tortoise in color, sometimes green

The plainest creature I have seen

Like a lump in a seaweed hill

You dig in sand and lie so still,

There warm yourself in private sun

Until your turn in life is done.

In gentle waves where you belong

You make no sound, you sing no song.


Covered with moss,  barnacles too

You inch along your lifetime through

Dodging rocks too close to a ledge,

You hide beyond the water’s edge.

I wonder now if you do know

About the tides and undertow?

Such a long life leaves me no doubt

You must know what this world’s about.

From your home on the ocean floor

Carelessly you seem to ignore

Those birds in flight that rush around

To swoop and snatch your young aground.

It dawns on me as I watch you pass

Your life resembles an hourglass

Where slowly trickle the sands of time,

You live, but only in pantomime.


CADENZA ( 1956 ) 2013/02/20

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To see thy face for but once more to know thy gentle smile

To feel again your warm embrace and hold your fond caress

Close to my heart, then let you go and knowing all the while

That this will be the last of you that ever I’ll possess.

Twould be enough to suffer me and last my whole life through

When time will make it seem as though we two have never met,

And newer fancy fondle me, breath dreams and hope anew

Into my breast with vengeance praying soon that I’ll forget.


Forget you love, this cannot be for all the years that lie ahead

A single rose will bring the pain of loving you and losing,

Thus I shall know that when you left this love was waning old and dread,

The task is left for me too soon the path of life in choosing

Wherefore I’ll walk alone and sad with tears and deep regret,

And pray that you remember still that all of love cannot be torn

From your bosom, that lingers still a tear which can’t forget.

So ends our love, our paths have crossed and love thus done, leaves us forlorn.



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What have we here, this homely weed,

She bearing only hardy seed?

This scourge, her unborn children fly,

While other flowers bloom and die.

Oh fuzzy mop, now gray and bare,

Brazen hussy with leaves to spare,

Undaunted, give eternal pledge,

There through the thicket, through the hedge,

Seeing in the distance gleaming,

Headdress bright with color beaming.

Truth to tell you with all my heart,

Example set will faith impart

For little known to lass and lad,

This sprightly growth fills mission glad.

For other use her leaves are meant,

To other fields her missiles sent,

To feed the likes of you and me,

And cause wild birds to chirp with glee.

Gourmet critics, it’s sad to think,

Speak sharply of her wine to drink.

This little flower we term a weed,

Indicts a flaw one ought to heed.

Primping and preening, comely face,

Outrageous garment, conscious grace,

These qualities which we presume

Breed valued class or use illume,

Regal bearing, manner of speech,

Are ofttimes used to judgement reach.

How many weeds disguised by time

So lonesome wane and pass their prime

To linger by the roadside’s bend,

And waste away without a friend?

Teach me well, this rule to define,

I’ve learned from you mute dandelion.


DOMICILE ( 1958 )

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Like a strong fortress of the mind

A peaceful rest the heart can find,

In this calm place set far from fear,

Quiet times where love may appear,

Each day spent with tranquility,

Heed not greed’s mad futility

Share hope and bright aspiration,

Seek grace with keen expectation.


THE OWL ( 1964 ) 2013/02/16

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Who is there, steadfast and still,

On that limb, odd whippoorwill?

Silent creature, feared and grim,

Cursed with failing vision dim,

Nighttime vulture of the sky,

Casts about with blinking eye,

While some fated victim eat,

Seek another morsel sweet.

Harsh and distant mutiny,

Bird defies man’s scrutiny.

With wistful, somber hooting,

This clumsy awkward looting

Denizen of deepest night,

Swooping quickly, in short flight,

Calls to mind a question bold.

Does he live to be quite old?


And if true, can he be wise,

Or is legend some mere guise?

Why should I grow faint and chill

Fearing he upon that hill?

How can bird know more than I?

Would I learn if I  could fly?

Many a query fills my mind,

Many a day my heart has pined

To fly with him into the world,

As thoughts into a whirlwind hurled.

Then watch, as shadows go to sleep

And listen, as the willows weep.

I wonder if his life is spent

Complete, beneath God’s moonlit tent,

There, sup on mice and running stream.

How does he live without a dream?


THE DEATH OF A STAR ( 1953 ) 2013/02/14

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Upon one night that was quiet resting

without a single star

Within that realm we cannot touch because

its contents live too far,

A comet journeyed through space and sped

across the pathway of sight

Its distant splintered trail did fail to break

the stillness of the night

And left behind for brief moments,

a sprinkling of glittering dust

Then spread itself apart in exorcise

for disappear it must.

I wonder now as I reflect upon

the scope of what I’d seen

How many a soul, who looking up has

spied that which rests between

The trembling earth and far-off heaven’s vast

and unchartered domain,

Space that exists in spite of awesome passions

in all that remain

Once where Apollo strode across the ancient

footstool of the sky

While lithesome Mercury did there his playful

lust for speech apply,

And streaked about that wide expanse mankind had

 labeled celestial,

Touching not on boundaries that are coursing

earth’s terrestial,

Yet seeming to pursue some unrestricted

end with gain supreme,

Wherein planet, moon and star react to

cycles each may redeem.

There with some complicated astronomer’s

tool to find and trace

A pattern that explains how each remembers

their specific place

Knowing one force guides this universe

with unrelenting power

Controlling the slowest movement that marks

each minute, counts each hour.

A lesson we’ve found to be constant and

true this power exists

With a will that is strong wavering not

and one plan that persists.

Search among the learning of the past while

interest piques the mind

And delving through Homer’s expertise forthwith

to some wisdom find,

Finally to conclude that man must in

his endless questing be

The simplest transiting creature that dwells

within infinity :

Let our reason be such while we follow each star

As it crests in the sky at some distance too far,

Never losing the faith that depends on our sight,

Fail to shatter the darkness which we’ll call the night

Ere time greets that moment when we pass into dust,

Know the ends of our lives are a natural must.



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Lord I am alone and troubled query why

Is love a gift for some that time will deny,

Yet dear as the breath we each require to live

That one passion which is the suitors to give,

The martyr his cross and the artist his pain

The poet his muse and the miser his gain?

While Paris bold stood at the great gates of Troy

The love of that maid would his whole world destroy.

Love cannot reason or truly count its cost

See Othello, his Desdemona has lost.

Some fools that impatience in love surely grows

Whose victims we are that the mind never knows

For the want in their hearts do wither and pine

Drowning deep in lifes flask of bittersweet wine.


What love can produce the contentment we’re told?

Its visions of glory must slowly unfold

Amid thorny moments and troublesome days

Where dwells loss as it goes or fear as it stays.

If I am thus sought why so alone then I ?

Still safer my life whence to suffer or sigh

However apart, rather spare me the need

Of a lover who’ll grant me care without heed.


NEW YEAR ( 2001 )

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Once more we face a challenge strong

To seek one place where we belong

Or find one cause that we can heed

To follow where new paths may lead.


CLOUDS ARE…..( 1959 )

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Pristine altars, bared beneath the stretch of

neatly chapeled skies

Where faithful sun and jealous moon ever

swiftly fall and rise,

Sharing grand inverted passion while the

breadth of sky belies

There exists one scheduled fashion that sails

on in wind’s disguise.


COMMON MAN ( 1960 )

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A man today must be a man

Who’ll do the utmost that he can

In all the deeds  and chores of life

Providing for his child and wife,

Think not a care about himself

Nor thought to gaining richer wealth

Than that of every other man

With selfsame goal or striving plan.


A thankless task to be attained

Once done the course of lesser fame

Than artisans with greater ease

Who spin precisely as they please

Yet reach a place of power’s height,

Poor weighted man with straining might

At his bleak door fate seems to laugh

Sad backbone of the fatted calf.



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That I should wait so many years

Years filled with hope and thick with fears

And then one day to find my peace,

My heart unbound, my soul’s release,

The era gone of discontent

Begin the glow of love well meant.


The time of effort largely kept

A secret place in which we’ve wept

O’er deeds long past and muchly sad,

To weigh the tide that makes us glad

Thus to arrange for recompense

And tears no more our eyes dispense.


But pleasure bring to those who give

To us the will and fire to live,

God grant them grace in their old age

And joy untold as their due wage

For leaving love at every door

That grief be gone forevermore.


Pray bless them well that they may know

From deeds as these all blessings flow

Return to them yet manifold

Rewards one cannot buy with gold,

A fitting measure to repay

Their kindly deeds and gentle way.


Of all the joys I’ve ever known

Not one remains to be my own

Except the ones you’ve brought to me

And offered up so willingly,

The tender smiles I can’t forget

The gentle words you utter yet.


May God to you be gentler still

And all your dreams may He fulfill

And mold your days with gracious ease

To aid me so that I may please

And share with you in some small way

The joy you’ve brought to me this day.


THE FINISH ( 1985 )

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Empty is the pot when the tea is done

Empty is the stream aft it’s ceased to run.

Empty is the nest when the chicks have flown

Empty is the pod when the seeds are sown.

Empty are the stalks when the summer’s fled

Empty are the hands when the palms are spread.

Empty is the dream in waking we’ve forgot

As empty as a thought when it tarries not.

Though empty is the heart after love has died,

Far emptier the life when its tears have dried.


TOMBS (1989 )

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While pyramids do note the place

Where potents took their resting space

( In halls were all their treasures brought

To grace the afterlife they sought.)

My grave should in its stead be laid

Where all the things I’ve loved have stayed.

Those blossoms holding fast the ground

With willows sweeping all around

T’ would be my temple for all times

When bells have tolled the final chimes.

And if my life goes on no more,

Of all the pleasures I have stored

That memory of one sweet day

I felt the wind and watched it play,

There by the church’s chimney spire

Amid the graveyards funeral pyre,

To lift the leaves long sere and dead

To find one tiny budding head.


Thus this shall be my epitaph:

“ To some bread is their body staff

But I who dwelt alone so much

Now join God’s earth with feel and touch.”


WARNING ( 2007 ) 2013/02/11

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What do crows do as they fly?

Forcing dark to cloud my sky?

God’s above with master plan

Where do crows fit in this span,

Their cackling caw far too loud,

As they gather in a crowd?

Noise like the echo of the din

That this world now wallows in,

Angry sounds that fill the air

Warning soon to be aware.


I wonder if there’s some thought

I should learn or can be taught

Of a future that will be

Darkened with their prophecy?


IMAGES ( 1986 ) 2013/02/06

Some grotesque images now cast upon an eerie wall

Do lend an unconscious foreboding to an empty hall

And conjured ghostly shadows that breathed very long ago

When sunlight filled every corner of the timid ego

Within which dwelt the lonely distance that life’s runner goes

Around that course the mind must pause to find if merit chose.

Sometimes in later days, our shadows fall here on the ground

To waste away because no useful purpose has been found

And cultures shaded by distorted views that lie in wait

Awake to grim reminders that success arrives too late,

While lifetimes spent in searching for that one beginning start

Find it at last when all time’s happenings desert the heart.


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