Claire V. Bogdanos

POEMS….THOUGHTS…..MEMORIES

FIRST LOVE IS FOREVER ( 2019 ) 2019/05/17

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There is a tale I wish to share

Bout teenaged feelings, love and care

There was a girl of but fifteen

He was a boy of just eighteen

Each Sunday sharing the church pew

Who can decide what each one knew ?

 

What was it they were thinking of

Because quite soon it looked like love

Though young and silly girls may be

Assured were both she cared for he

He was a lad, handsome and tall

In every way, he seemed her all.

 

On Sunday morn, dad passed the plate

She taught a class, they walked home late

Along the Boulevard they’d chat

They walked and talked of this and that

Soon the young man was her best friend

Perhaps with each their lives they’d spend.

 

Now at this time the world was sick

Young men fought wars in battles thick

That was the year her daddy died

When she felt so alone inside

So many issues war creates

Among those most when faith abates.

 

How could they know before that day

The war would filch their love away

Of all events that I have seen

And all the places I have been

Too precious now those days bygone

That their first love was based upon.

 

So sad the pain that war does bring

As all their dreams took flight and wing

Thus never to return that way

Not then or any other day

Too bad this story has no end

No memory nor any friend !

 

 

 

 

SADNESS SHOWS ( 2017 ) 2017/10/08

Filed under: POEMS.....THOUGHTS.....MEMORIES — bogdanosclaire @ 7:04 am
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Seems every morning sadness shows

Around the world the bad news flows

The madness strikes it grows and grows

From tippy-top to tiny-toes !

 

REDEDICATION ( 2017 ) 2017/09/11

Filed under: POEMS.....THOUGHTS.....MEMORIES — bogdanosclaire @ 10:51 am
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Oh foul device and evil  intent

Of those whose motive to harm was meant

With all of our tears that have been spent

God with purpose our lives reinvent !

 

BEYOND THE DOOR ( 2016 ) 2016/12/01

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Now I’ve sailed on many waters wide

And trudged up many a mountainside

I’ve stood my ground for a long, long time

And did my best to preserve our clime.

I lived through those wars now gone away

Like memories of lost yesterday,

For who can know what was done before

As we stand here at God’s final door

I wonder now what we each shall find

Beynond that door as our days unwind ?

 

 

PEARL HARBOR ( 1941 – 2016 ) 2016/11/11

Filed under: POEMS.....THOUGHTS.....MEMORIES — bogdanosclaire @ 3:08 am
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What we forget not to recall

Those days that spelled defeat for all

When planes and bombs did fill the air

And all we’d left was hope and prayer !

 

 

 

 

SHERLOCK OF THE SEA ( 2015 ) 2015/06/04

Filed under: POEMS.....THOUGHTS.....MEMORIES — bogdanosclaire @ 4:06 am
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When I stroll down beside the sea

The empty shells call out to me

I’ve wondered where their owners are

I know they could not travel far.

Were they the victims of a crime

Perhaps some mollusks from the slime

Or maybe hungry octopi

Reached out to grab them passing by.

Their homes seem to be, oh, so clean

No fingerprints left on the scene

Whatever reasons may be true

I’m glad it wasn’t me or you.

There will be danger in the waves

But who is left to do life saves,

We need a Sherlock of the sea

To solve this deep dark mystery !

 

I REMEMBER ( 2015 ) 2015/02/26

Filed under: POEMS.....THOUGHTS.....MEMORIES — bogdanosclaire @ 10:50 pm
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I have seen the Magic Mountain

And embraced its snowy peaks

I have washed in Trevi’s Fountain

And have strolled her busy streets.

I have eaten in the Plaza

Where Bernadette met her Saint

And meandered through the vista

Where Monet did sit and paint.

I have been to London’s Tower

Where Anne Boleyn lost her head

And tred the hills of Gettysburg

Where fields are full of the dead.

I stood and watched the eastern sky

When the Challenger came down

And since that day I’ve wondered why

I still tremble with that sound.

But most of all I remember

Back when I was still a child

The seventh day of December

When all of the world went wild !

 

 
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