Claire V. Bogdanos

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

SELF DEFENSE ( 2017 ) 2017/03/03

Filed under: POEMS.....THOUGHTS.....MEMORIES — bogdanosclaire @ 5:17 am
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The night is dark and lonesome too

I toss and turn and wonder who

Besides myself senses unrest

No matter if I do my best,

I really try so very hard

To conquer fear and trust in God

Seems like this world is so intense

There’s no room left for self defense !





LAST DESPAIR ( 2016 ) 2016/05/09

Filed under: POEMS.....THOUGHTS.....MEMORIES — bogdanosclaire @ 3:13 am
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I’ve reached the crossroads of my life

The way’s ahead replete with strife

No matter where I search to find

The road I seek does wind and wind.

There is no path that ‘s straight to tread

Both for the living or the dead

My body’s weary, my heart worn

As peace and rest from me are torn.

I fail to see the sense of it

Sometimes I’d simply like to quit

But I’m sure God will still be there

To help us face our last despair !


I’M TIRED ( 2015 ) 2015/05/01

Filed under: POEMS.....THOUGHTS.....MEMORIES — bogdanosclaire @ 8:49 am
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My heart is worn, it’s tired too

The battle’s done seems overdue

The time is now to call an end

While there’s still strength left to defend.

A faithful trust, a tender care

A loving God I’m sure is there

I need no favor to implore

For who am I to ask for more ?


WEARIED ( 2015 ) 2015/02/25

Filed under: POEMS.....THOUGHTS.....MEMORIES — bogdanosclaire @ 3:59 am
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The wings of war do sally round

While glory’s moment does astound

No one can know what heroes feel

Until they’ve tasted cold hard steel.

The battle doesn’t mean a thing

Unless you’ve felt the bullet’s sting

The weariness of fighting grows

It numbs the fingers and the toes.

The heart turns faint so full of fear

The end of life and time draws near !


WEARY ( 2013 ) 2013/09/30

Filed under: POEMS.....THOUGHTS.....MEMORIES — bogdanosclaire @ 1:10 pm
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I feel bereft and left alone

My limbs are heavy, made of stone

My strength is gone, I’m lost in space

My mind seems weary, out of pace.

I won’t contend with simple things

I know not what tomorrow brings

I’ve floundered for the umpteenth time

I’m sure my life’s long past it’s prime.

But I will rise above this strife

I need no piper, drum and fife

I often think I’ve lived too long

I’ve had my chance, I’ve sung my song.

The time has come to turn the page

Let other players take the stage

To finish all the plans life made

That they may find their accolade.


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