All Poems by Frances – On a Single Page
Frances wrote a series of poems about her experiences and philosophies. This article presents all her poems on one, long page for easy scrolling through the entire collection.
On this page, poems are presented in reverse chronological order, i.e. newer poems toward the top, older poems toward the bottom.
(Or, as an alternative, see page with clickable index of all Frances’ poems, listed by title.)
Poem written by Frances about letting love come into your heart.
Keep Love In Your Heart
Hey you out there…
have you heard that love is everywhere?
So, open up your heart and let the love come in…
for love is everywhere.
When you let love come in your heart,
it will never put you apart.
Love is trust, love is joy,
love will bring you happiness,
but you must let love come in your heart.
Frances Buratovich
February 14, 2014
Poem: O Majko Moja
Poem (in Croatian language) written by Frances in 2004 about her mother, Tereza, about how she is a branch off her mother’s tree.
Poem (in Croatian language) written by Frances in 2004 about her mother, Tereza,
about how she is a branch off her mother’s tree.
O Majko Moja
(Oh, Mother of Mine)
O majko moja, ja sam grana tvoja.
Ti si mi dala život, ti si mi dala ljubav.
O majko moja, ja sam grana tvoja.
Ti si me dojila sa mljekom tvojim, i nježno gladila lice moje sa rukom tvojom.
O majko moja, ja sam grana tvoja.
Ti si mi dala odgoj i usadila u srce moje – svetu vjeru i čversti stroj.
Cjeli moj život je grana tvoja, kaja će me povest sve do moga groba.
Hvala ti majko moja, za ljubav tvoju, koju si učverstila u dušu moju.
Ja sam majko grana tvoja.
Frances Buratovich
December 28, 2004
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Poem written by Frances in 2004
This Day Is for Me!
When I get up in the morning I say, this day is for me.
When I looked outside and see the beautiful blue sky I say, this day is for me.
In the springtime when I see the first flower in the garden, I pick it up, kiss it and say, welcome, for this day you are for me.
When I look in the mirror and see my blue eyes, I say, thank you God, for it is with my eyes that I see what is around me and what is inside me.
I can’t tell you my feelings, but I can tell you that this day is for me.
Frances Buratovich
December 23, 2004
Poem written by Frances about lessons from The Rose.
The Rose
Not too many years ago, I felt downcast.
I went to see a priest and this is what he told me: Do you know what is the most beautiful flower? It is the rose. But, before the rose becomes a beautiful flower, it has to grow through the most painful thorns.
At first, it is a bud, and then, with agonizing pain, it comes out as the most beautiful flower in the world.
So it is with our lives. If we go through rough times and push through with courage and faith and love, we will come out of our problems as a beautiful rose.
Frances Buratovich
September 8, 2004
Poem written by Frances in 2001 about presence of God wherever she is.
Where Ever I Am
Where ever I am, I see God.
Whatever I do, I see God.
God is my guide, God is my life.
He gives me place; he gives me space, so I can feel good.
We only have one life to live, but we have much more to give.
To give hope, love and understanding to our fellow man, even when he doesn’t do what he can.
All of us are not the same; unless we let God come in our space.
Space of time, space of life which we should embrace.
So, let God guide your life and walk with him all your life.
Frances Buratovich
2001
Poem written by Frances in 2000 about good daily habits.
First Thing I Do When I Get Up
When I get up in the morning, first thing I do:
say my prayers.
I ask God to clear the way,
so, I know what to do this day.
I know I have a job I have to go to, but I also know I have other responsibilities and I pray I will do them to the best of my ability.
First, I think of food,
because it puts me in a good mood.
Then I want to leave my house clean,
which gives me a happy gleam.
And when I come back home,
my house is my castle
and there is no hassle to keep it in good shape.
When time comes to go to bed, I feel happy I planned the day so well.
I thank my God who helped me through the day.
Thank you, God.
Frances Buratovich
March 20, 2000
Poem: Veseli se čovječe
Poem (in Croatian language) written by Frances in 2000 about the so many things a person has to be happy about and thankful for.
Poem (in Croatian language) written by Frances in 2000 about the so many things a person has to be happy about and thankful for.
Veseli se čovječe
(Be thankful, sir)
Veseli se čovječe da si se rodio.
Veseli se da imaš vjerne roditilje.
Veseli se da imaš ljubav u srce svoje.
Veseli se da imaš vjerne priatelje.
Veseli se da dnevno vidiš kako sunce sjaje.
Veseli se čovječe da znaš da imaš dobrog Boga u život svoj.
Veseli se da imaš nadu u život vječni.
Veseli se da znaš da ćeš se jednog dana sa Bogom sresti.
Veseli se čovječe da ćeš jednog dana kraj Boga sjesti.
Veseli se za život svoj i sa nadom u srcu svom.
Veseli se da imaš život svoj.
Frances Buratovich
February 8, 2000
Poem: O, Bože moj
Poem (in Croatian language) written by Frances in 1999 as a tribute to her dear Lord.
Poem (in Croatian language) written by Frances in 1999 as a tribute to her dear Lord.
O, Bože moj
(Oh, dear God)
O, Bože moj, jednog dana ja ću tebe sresti jednog dana kraj tebe ću sjesti.
Ti si mene obradavao sa ljubavi daravao.
O, Bože moj.
Od grjeha si me sačuvao,
i na dobro upravjao.
O, Bože moj.
Nema u srcu veće sreće do osjećaja da je u njemu Bog moj.
O, Bože moj. O, Bože moj.
Sretna sam da znam
Da jednog dana ja ću tebe sresti i jednog dana kraj tebe ću sjesti.
Hvalati iz srca mog, oh, Bože moj.
Frances Buratovich
May 2, 1999
Good is Good
Good is good morning and good is good night. So, let it come in your mind and let it stay in your heart. For good is good morning and good is good night. Let it stay in your heart and let it stay in your mind, and you will have good morning and you will have good night. Let the good stay with you from morning and through the night and you will find peace in your mind and in your heart. For you let the good come and stay in your life.
Good is good and don’t ever let it go. For there is always good morning and there is always good night.
Frances Buratovich
April 30, 1999
Poem: It Was Only a Dream
Poem written by Frances in 1999 about encountering a dear childhood friend in a dream.
Poem written by Frances in 1999 about encountering a dear childhood friend in a dream.
It Was Only a Dream
When I was walking down the street,
whom do you think I’ll meet?
I met the teacher I used to know,
which was very long ago.
We looked in each other’s eyes and asked whys.
Why we didn’t stay in touch,
when we cared so much?
After long hugs and embrace,
she said, “It is so good to see your face.
Did you know that you were my pet
and I didn’t forget it yet.”
Those were the days when we built our dreams
and they were so real, it seems.
But as the time went by,
I still don’t know why we didn’t stay in touch.
It is so good to see you, even if it is only a dream.
What a lovely dream.
Frances Buratovich
January 15, 1999
Personal note from Ned
Mom wrote this poem while dad was still alive. Years later, she confided in me that the man in the dream/poem was not her teacher, but a boy from the village of whom she was quite fond. I think mom made this substitution because she would never want dad to feel jealous.
Dad needn’t worry, mom was completely devoted to her spouse. As mom wrote in her book, she knew from a young age that she would come to the USA, so she would not let herself get serious with any beau from her village of Lumbarda.
Still, mom did like this young man very much. She told me his name: Ante Batistić, though she has never mentioned his name anywhere else, even when she wrote the following paragraphs about him in her book:
Excerpt from Mom’s book:
After my illness, I have developed into a lovely teenager. I was well liked by many young boys. I had a superb personality and I was smart. I liked boys as friends, but there was one special young man I liked a lot. He was tall, smart and good looking. I can still feel burning in my cheek when he gave me first kiss.
When my mother found out I was seeing this man, she was very unhappy. She didn’t want me to get serious with anyone. She wanted me to go to my Dad when time would come in the U.S.A. I had that in back of my mind, but I still liked this fellow a lot. I was just happy to see him at church or on Sunday evening at the dance or we would go for a walk, most of the time with a group.
It wasn’t that my mother didn’t like this man, but she just had other plans for me. (That’s how it was back then.) She would send my younger brother after me to see if I was going with this man. She continuously would say I am not to get serious because I have to go to the U.S.A. I felt very hurt, so I went to talk to our priest about the whole thing. He was such a wonderful and understanding man, he gave me best advice in the world. All the things he told me, the best I can remember was, “Listen to your heart.” And I did. As I already said that back in my own mind, my feelings were to go to my Dad.
Poem written by Frances in 1999, on how her childhood memories are like therapies.
Memories
When I think of my memories
they are my beautiful therapies.
I think back of my childhood
which was almost like sainthood.
My Mother was in charge,
and with her love and command
I felt that I could go anywhere to land.
She helped me to develop my wings
so that I can fly through any twigs.
She taught me to love life
no matter what comes in strife.
Thank you, my Mother, for your beautiful teachings
so that I can have these memories
which are my beautiful therapies.
Frances Buratovich
January 10, 1999
Poem: Life is Like Four Seasons
Poem written by Frances in 1998, comparing the seasons of life to the seasons of the year.
Poem written by Frances in 1998, comparing the seasons of life to the seasons of the year.
Life is Like Four Seasons
There are reasons for life’s four seasons.
They teach us to live and how to give.
First comes the Spring time in your life.
It’s the time to grow, which seems forever slow.
You want to be thirteen and then sixteen.
You want to finish school, so you are no longer a little fool.
By the time you are twenty-five you go on to
Summer time.
You move on to Summer when you meet your lover.
You get married, have a family and home which is your own.
To some, Summer never comes, but to those that it does how lucky they are to see another season go by.
Now you are fifty and that is so nifty.
“Oh,” you say, “Autumn time is here,”
And how fast Spring and Summer disappeared.
Autumn time is to enjoy and get ready for retirement, Because that is the assignment for this time of the seasons.
Now when you look back, you think: Did I always stay on track, or did I let the time lack?
Well, I think I did my best and I can sit back and let my mind rest. I’m happy I lived this long and I am ready for Winter to come with a song.
It seems that I just winked, for Winter to come so quick. I am so lucky to still be here and wait for Winter’s end to come, which is very near.
Winter is the time of life to think of all other seasons and their reasons why I am still here.
That I still have the ability to look forward to eternity.
It is a good feeling and, to me, it has clear meaning why life has four seasons and their reasons.
God has been my guide in all the seasons and now as Winter is coming closer to it’s end,
I’m looking forward to a season with God that never ends.
Frances Buratovich
December 3, 1998
Poem written by Frances in 1998 on the wise use of time.
Time
What is Time?
Time is life.
So don’t waste it, embrace it.
Give time thought instead of letting it go.
Put it in action to give you satisfaction.
It means use it wisely and it will repay you nicely.
Time is a gift and will give you a lift when you use
it and don’t lose it.
Losing time is like losing life.
Give time all your love and respect and that is a
beauty you will expect.
And when time comes near the end, you will have
nothing to mend.
Only happy feelings in your heart, about the time
which was your life.
And you will thank your God for blessing your
time on your journey through life.
Frances Buratovich
September 21, 1998
Poem: Život dolazi i Život prolazi
Poem (in Croatian language) written by Frances in 1998 about how life is short, moments go by and there is no return.
Poem (in Croatian language) written by Frances in 1998 about how life is short, moments go by and there is no return.
Život dolazi i Život prolazi
(Life comes and Life goes)
Život dolazi i život prolazi, život je kratak i nema povratak.
Poštuj ga časno, jer je to važno, za život tvoj.
Donjet će ti radost, u tvoju mladost.
A u starost, trajno veselje.
Rjetke su screće – i nema veće od ljubavi u srcu i u duh svoj.
Stoga – Ljubi svoj život jer je kratak i nema povratak.
Frances Buratovich
September 17, 1998
Poem written by Frances about the ship, Vulcania, which brought her to the USA.
Vulcania!
Oh, how I remember the month of September.
It was just before the second World War.
The year was 1939.
We left our mother, sad and in tears.
We were also looking forward to see our dad, whom we hadn’t seen in years.
Our hearts were broken, and no words were spoken on that day in September
That I so well remember.
By “we” I mean my brother and me.
He was 16 and I was 18.
As we sailed the ocean, there was a commotion—threats of bombs and a wild sea.
It was Vulcania—the last ship that made a voyage across the Atlantic sea.
My brother and I were so happy to see our new home land and the Statue of Liberty.
Thank you, Vulcania, and I would like to know if anyone else remembers Vulcania.
Frances Buratovich
September 15, 1998
Poem: Mr. President
Poem written by Frances in 1998, about President Clinton’s affair with Monica Lewinsky.
Poem written by Frances in 1998, about President Clinton’s affair with Monica Lewinsky.
Mr. President
Mr. President, you are in a mess, yes, yes.
Yes, you are in a mess.
Mr. President, your love affair was not an accident.
And now your love affair is nothing more than a nightmare.
Oh, yes, yes, Mr. President, you are in a mess.
Now you are trying to explain that you alone will take the blame.
Oh, yes, yes, Mr. President, you are in a mess.
You admit you are guilty because what you’ve done is filthy.
So yes, yes, Mr. President, you are in a mess.
What a sad time to be in such a mess, mess, mess, Mr. President.
Frances Buratovich
Auguust 20, 1998
Poem written by Frances in 1998, about God’s blessings felt in the breeze.
Silent Breeze
When I say my prayers, I go down on my knees.
And all I feel in my heart is a silent breeze.
The breeze of comfort, the breeze of love –
That only I can feel from God above.
He helps me to see all the beauty around me,
To smell the roses and feel the noises from the
silent breeze.
Oh, how I am grateful, that I can be faithful to my God and to forever.
Silent Breeze.
Frances Buratovich
July 31, 1998
Poem written by Frances in 1998 about how to live each day
Yesterday, Today and Tomorrow
Yesterday was Today,
Today is Today, and
Tomorrow will be Today.
Live each Today with love in your heart,
a song in your mind and God at your side.
And when the last Today comes you will have nothing to fear,
Because you died with love in your heart,
a song in your mind and God at your side.
What a beautiful way to go, Today.
Frances Buratovich
July 6, 1998
Poem (in Croatian language) written by Frances in 1998 as a tribute to life.
O Živote!
(Oh Life!))
O živote, za mene si pun ljepote, o živote.
Ti si mene darovao – sa ljubavi abradovao – o živote.
Nije lako razjasniti, niti je lako objasniti – života svog dugi put.
Ako čuvaš život svoj, isto kako da je i tvoj.
Donjećeti svaku sreću i Božji Blagoslov.
Oh živote, za mene si pun ljepote.
Frances Buratovich
January 1998
Poem: Searching for Love
Poem written by Frances in 1997, searching for love, peace and understanding.
Searching for Love
I’m searching for love,
I’m searching for peace,
I’m searching for understanding.
I know it’s out there – somewhere.
I’m searching for love,
I’m searching for peace,
I’m searching for understanding.
I know it’s out there – somewhere
And when I find it, I’ll keep it in my heart forever.
I know it’s out there somewhere.
And if I keep searching, I’ll find all three.
I’m searching for love,
I’m searching for peace,
I’m searching for understanding.
Frances Buratovich
December 11, 1997
Poem written by Frances in 1980, thanking the Lord for her beautiful life.
Oh Dear Lord
When I was born, oh dear Lord,
My parents loved me so.
And they thanked You for me, oh dear Lord.
They thanked You for me.
And now, dear Lord, when I am grown
Oh how I thank You for me.
Oh how I thank Thee
For letting me be me.
Oh how I thank You dear Lord
For letting me be me.
I thank You for letting me see the light
And to take me through the night.
The morning’s so bright
And days are beautiful
So I enjoy it might.
Thank You dear Lord for this beautiful life.
Frances Buratovich
June 14, 1980
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