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Orgin unknown. Courtesy of Google search.

Orgin unknown. Courtesy of Google search.

 
 
If I should die before you
I will await you on a silver beach
with a golden sun.
 
If I should die before you
time will not move
until your steps are heard behind me.
 
I will know it is you.
I will hear your eternal breath
your low laughter as you approach
to join me.
 
If I should die before you
on the most perfect of days
together we will watch the waves
the breakers making only the most
perfect of patterns.
 
It will be a world that never has a bad day
on a silver beach
with a golden sun
in a special place
for you and me.
 
 
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Courtesy of philharras.wordpress.com

This morning I thought of the Son I never had.
Today he would have been Fifty.
My son might have changed the world.
 
It would have been a better world
if my son had been born.
He may have been our President today.
 
It was fifty years ago
that at twenty-one
that my childhood bride
wanted to start a family.
 
It had only been a year
that I had been honorably discharged
from serving four years of military service.
 
It was a hard financial year for us both.
We were finally getting on our feet
with a new home and good jobs.
I told my child bride I wanted to wait. 
  
It was a month later
that she filed for a divorce.
It left me a shattered man
for a very long time.
 
There is no man
that lives a life
without some regrets.
 
Those regrets
seem to come
more often
lately.
 
 
 
 
 
Courtesy of nosmokeblown.com "Can Impeachment of Obama Save the United States?"

Courtesy of nosmokeblown.com
“Can Impeachment of Obama Save the United States?”

“A President who does not show respect for his own country cannot expect respect.”  Quote by John J. Rigo, Texas Poet and Commentator
 
 
In my past
I have never been ashamed
of my President.
 
You revealed yourself
as a destroyer of our Nation
from the beginning of your campaign.
 
You promised “Change” to what use to be
the most respected and powerful nation
on the planet.
 
From the get-go you traveled the world
apologizing for our great nation.
In five and half years
under your evil power
you have trashed out our nation.
 
I see in you the power of all dictators
before you when you became the
President of our Nation.
You are a Master of Deceit.
 
In just five and half years
you managed to turn half our nation
into “Give me what is yours thru your
hard work and dream building.”
You have turned our Nation
into a land of “Free-loaders.”
 
As a veteran myself of four years
of honorable service to my country.
I have seen you steal the Strength,
The Power, the Glory of our country
 
 What part of you that is still a man.
 Step down as our President.
While there is still time.
To save our country
from your ignorance. 
 
 
 
 
With the passing of time
I have come to realize that there are truly
spaces that are never filled
by the loss of friends who were very personal
to my mind and heart.
 
Through the years
do the memories of Cliff and Tom
constantly come to my mind.
Never are they dead in my heart.
 
I see each of them
special in their concern for me
as the friends they were to me
and yes the love they rendered to me.
 
Have they been replaced in the void left by their absence?
No one has accomplished that.
Cliff was the short, large man from the deep South
always with a tale of lesson and advice not wanted
but when given
seemed well placed.
 
He spoke of home and craw-fish
his Mother and his victories in life
never of his losses.
 
You knew he was special
a special person to know.
The same stories he related never got old
just deeper in meaning.
 
The straight-laced
IBM type of guy was Tom.
He seemed to have found victories too early in his life
burning, dying as a shooting star.
 
An anger was present about him that could never be explained.
Tom loved a good meal and good drinks.
Save the waiter or waitress who spoke too much while serving!
He was there to savor the moment
should it be his last.
 
As Tom’s life was coming to an end
he maintained his pride to the last minute in a VA hospital
wearing a blue blazer that no longer fit;
no one cared about his past.
 
I miss Tom’s advice to me,
his laughter at my watch
that he thought was such a great sales job
because I had to push a button
to tell time.
 
His loud laughter rang in the night
raising high his special drink
to wish me and all
the best of life.
 
I miss both of these men.
They were the special friends of a lifetime
never to be replaced.
 
They are in my heart each day
with the warmest of love to my dearest friends
Cliff and Tom.
 
Whenever you both may be
in the great wonder of it all
I am one person
who misses you both
oh……….. ever so much.
 
 
 
"Great saying on dealing with Backstabbers and Phoney Friends" courtesy of image Google search.

“Great saying on dealing with Backstabbers and Phoney Friends” courtesy of image Google search.

It was over thirty years ago
that a departed old friend
gave me great advice about friendships.
 
His name was Cliff Russell.
He related to me that there were
three kinds of people in the world.
 
There were the Givers
There were the Takers
There were the Givers and the Takers.
 
Cliff related that “Takers”
will suck life from your
heart and soul.
This day I have started
Housecleaning of all
“Takers from my Life.”
 
I started with
all their contact information
from my e-mail programs.
 
I removed all their
contact information
from my Smartphone.
 
I removed all their pictures
from both my computer and Smartphone.
Every scrape of paper, card, letter
picture with their image upon them
were destroyed.
 
Finally and not least
when friends asked me
about them
I told them we severed
our relationship because
our perceptions of life 
were no longer in symphony
with each other.
 
When I finished
doing all these things
I took a long shower
to get the stink of them
off my body.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 

 

Crash site of Ukraine Shoot-Down.  Courtesy of Googe Image Search.  Commentary by John J. Rigo, Texas' Commentator

Crash site of Ukraine Shoot-Down. Courtesy of Google Image Search. Commentary by John J. Rigo, Texas’ Commentator

The first reports indicated there were 25 American citizens on that commercial aircraft shot down over the Ukraine border.  Now the stat according to Obama is “One.”  Could this be a ploy on the part of President Obama to lessen the level of tension with our dealing with Russia, who more than likely are responsible for this terrible shoot-down of innocent citizens of the world?

President Obama could have demonstrated immediate leadership in sending Navy Seals to the crash site to retrieve those black boxes to learn the truth of who was responsible for these deaths.  Instead, smiling and laughing prior to making the media announcement amidst his fund-raising activities, Obama showed the public his real face in being the uncaring, crafty individual, that he is.  

 

"Texas' Silver Star Whiskey" Picture courtesy of Google Image Search

“Texas’ Silver Star Whiskey” Picture courtesy of Google Image Search

I am fully aware this is an open blog site on the internet.  This site is all about sharing with mainly my WordPress family.  Others who post or sneak around seeking some possible negative information, first, will not find such here, second, are not welcomed to my site.  This site is about sharing with folks who not only preach the talk of being follwers of Jesus Christ, our Lord and Savior, but also do the “Walk.”  As far as I am concerned with the phone call of the so called founder of Trinity River Distillery out of Plano, Texas to me recently, you and your son are not welcomed here. 

Courtesy of umazzing.com

As of July 18th, 2014, the “Texas‘ Poetry Site” reached another milestone of 53,000 plus hits.  My deepest thanks and appreciation to the WordPress family, and all those who share my spiritual poetry work, as well as my Texas’ Commentary posts regarding my new communities in Henderson County, Texas, Eustace, Texas, Gun Barrel City, Texas and the Nation. 

 
 
 

What the average Pastor does to his/her church members.

The Blessing was laid before you.
Yet you were too blinded by your own magnificence
to see the light at your very feet. 
 
You felt your knowledge was beyond
mere mortals.
Your high learning
only brought before your brain
a blindness of thought.
 
The Sender of the Blessing
lowered His head in shame of you.
Your ultimate goal of life
was to carry His name
with a great pride.
 
Now you carry a deep shame.
As each week passes
the absence of the blessing
becomes more clear to others.
 
Fingers are pointed to your back
whispers made in a hush
as you pass. 
 
The sins of your ignorance
has now become clear to others.
Let it be known
that I forgive you
as I forgive the dog
which mistakenly pisses
on my leg.
 
I forgive you
as I forgive the ant
that bits my hand.
 
By your own ignorance
you have brought us a great blessing.
In spite of your own hurtful
and ungodly nature toward me.
 
The love of my life,
has only grown more stronger.
In the loving bond we carry
in the face of the stupidity
that you so well displayed.
 
We now will be the greater guardians
in the future
of the many blessings
that have been given to us.
  
Be assured in the future
that these blessings
will never be yours again.
 
Quote by John J. RIgo, Texas’ Commentator and Poet:  “The Worse of Religious Hypocrites, can be found in Pastors, within their own churches.”
 
 
 
 
"The Abuser" A Poem by John J. Rigo

“The Abuser” A Poem by John J. Rigo

 
Commentary:  Much is said about spousal abuse, especially about husbands abusing their wives.  Rarely is addressed is a wife’s abusive behavior toward her husband, especially in the area of verbal abuse.  In my own life’s experience, nothing kills love quicker that the nasty and bitter tongue of a woman toward her man. 
 
The words were hammered blows to my heart.
A stranger would dare not speak such words to me
crushing fists would they find
quickly pounding their bodies.
The slap of the glove upon their face
to face certain death on the field of honor.
 
The answer to your acts are simple enough
you are an abuser.
Your love of God and Jesus
but a front
a lie to all.
 
Deep within your heart lies hate
pouring on one who has loved you
beyond all others.
A faithful friend
you no longer are to me.
 
I have seen your soul.
It is dark
black 
ridden with the shit of the world
upon your lips.
 
Oh where
oh where
did my love go.
 
You are without honor
heroism
or truth
in your declared love.

 

"A Review of President Obama' Lies" A Commentary by John J. Rigo.  Picture courtesy of Google Image search.

“A Review of President Obama’ Lies” A Commentary by John J. Rigo. Picture courtesy of Google Image search.

Hove you noticed?  What is said and actually done by the Obama administration is two widely different things?  With every news conference, with every speech it seems nothing but lies and misrepresentations come from the mouth of what is now becoming classified as the “Worse President in the History of the United States.” 

Like me, have you gotten a belly full of this President, who does not have an ounce of Leadership abilities in his total body?  It is time to Impeach this President and move on to returning our Republic to the great nation we once was in the world. The first step in this process is to vote out the “entire Democratic Party” out of both Houses this November of 2014.  It will be a start in bringing sanity back to our country.

 
 
There is something wonderous about a hug.
It is a way of saying,”you are special to me.”
A step beyond the boundries of formal convention.
 
The assurance of a heart touching a heart.
A touch of comfort to calm a grieving heart.  
A cheek touching a cheek
with a kiss of greeting.
 
Whether a man to man
or woman to woman
or man to woman
or woman to man
there are no limits to showing
our love for another.
 
We are all souls in His creation
with an eternal bond between us all.
The hug is the sign of our sisterhood and brotherhood.
 
Let it not become forgotten in your life
it is precious honey to the wounds of this life
forever giving
forever loving
in the wonder of love
to us all.
 
 
"Secret picture taken of Obama saying, 'I now feel Leadership and Cunning abilities moving thru my Brain.'''  Picture courtesy of Google Image Search.

“Secret picture taken of Obama saying, ‘I now feel Leadership and Cunning abilities moving thru my Brain.”’ Picture courtesy of Google Image Search.

Saying courtesy of Google Image Search.

Saying courtesy of Google Image Search.

 

Update on July 9th, 2014:  President Obama is now a loose cannon in Texas.  The goal is simple enough.  Totally open our borders to every illegal wishing to come into the United States in order to increase the Democratic base of voters in the future.  Texas which is seeing prosperity is a huge target of the Obama administration with it growth in spite of Obama.  As with the United States, Texas now has become a major target of the “dumbing down” of our state and the destruction of the Republican Party in Texas.  I for one, want my tax dollars to help the poor and disadvantaged “legal citizens” of our country.  Impeach President Obama.

 

President Obama needs to be removed from the position of Commander-in-Chief of our military and having the power to make decisions regarding National Security without consulting with Congress.  His act of trading Five Top Generals in the Taliban for what is being disclosed as a “deserter,” qualifies him for being removed from office in an impeachment Process, or at the very least removed as a “Commander-in-Chief” of the military of our country.

 

 
 
Our New Logo Sign "Silver Star Winery of Texas" copyright 2013 John J. Rigo

Our New Logo Sign “Silver Star Winery of Texas” copyright 2013 John J. Rigo

It is a sense of spirit
that I behold in surveying my land.
It is a spirit that I never beheld before.
 
It is the beauty of the land
stretching out before me
in endless sky
and gentle brezzes
that touch my face. 
 
I am now away from a city
I no longer love 
which only offers within itself
heart retching noise
and endless waste. 
 
My new country home is
a place called Eustace, Texas.
It is a sense of peace of spirit
that now abounds
around me each day
upon these twenty-nine acres. 
 
Welcome to East Texas
A preview and slice of heaven
of where my heart now lies. 
Image courtesy of Google Image search. Author of picture unknown.

Image courtesy of Google Image search. Author of picture unknown.

Somewhere along the way
I lost something very precious.
I am not sure when it happened.
 
I now find in my being
a major missing piece of my heart.
I have searched for this piece
along my journey.
 
 
There are many I loved.
There were many
who claimed to have
loved me.
 
A harsh reality
now confronts me.
Without Love
in its true sense.
we live in poverty
regardless of our riches.

John J. Rigo’s name on the Veterans War Memorial in Mabank, Texas

John J. Rigo’s name on Veterans War Memorial in Mabank, Texas

Commentary for July 4th, 2014:  To my fellow veterans out there, a blessed day to you and all of your loved ones this day.

As a senior, I know there is not unlimited time in my life to be in this world.  I believe we all want to leave some part of us in the world.  Something beside a tomb stone in a forgotten grave yard some place.  Perhaps the kind of grave yard where the tomb stone lays flat on the ground.  A place where machines run across huge expanses of tomb stones while mowing.

I am proud to say, there is a place marked for me.  It is a memorial of beauty in an East Texas town of Mabank, Texas.  The memorial is a salute to perhaps, some of the happinest days of my life.  It was my four years of active duty in the Air Force.  Knowing that this place exists where my name is among those who have served our country with honor, brings me a truly wonderful peace. 

 
 

Courtesy of movie “Casino Royale”

There are times lately
that loneliness fills a gaping hole in my being.
I cannot explain it
it is like a rolling wave of tears
attempting to crush me.
 
I find myself fighting the darkness
that seems to fill the moment.
I am an empty cup seeking
the sweet wine of Love.
 
Even though I am around those
who speak the words of Love
I do not feel the warmth and joy
of Love as I remember it.
 
It is at those times
that my mind recalls in vivid detail
joyful times of love in my life.
 
I am blessed in being able
to recall those memories.
Without them perhaps
I would stop existing.
 
Last night a dream
entered my sleep.
I do not know who she was.
I was walking alone and she came up
beside me and grabbed my hand.
 
Her words were simple.
She told me she loved me
and just wanted to be with me.
 
We stopped walking
she turned toward me
placed her hands around my neck
and kissed me.
 
That kiss brought back
feelings I do not remember
having in a long, long time.
 
Sweet Memories
sweet dreams
I await your return
in another day.
 
 
 
 

 

Hobby Lobby, A Light of Hope toward the Impeachment of Obama. Copyright 2014 John J. Rigo. Picture courtesy of Google Search.

Hobby Lobby, A Light of Hope toward the Impeachment of Obama. Copyright 2014 John J. Rigo. Picture courtesy of Google Search.

Yesterday evening and early this morning I looked for more info on the landmark Supreme Court decision in favor of Hobby Lobby and religious freedom to choose.  There was very little across the media but on a little billboard of a church in Eustace, Texas, within a few miles of our farm and ranch was posted a sign of congratulations. 

Across America, the voices of middle America cry out as one in joy at this victory against our “Dictator: President Obama.”  Are our prayers finally answered?  Is it possible we will see the end of the Obama reign by his Impeachment?  Our national prayer days prior to July 4th will sing out in one voice, “Obama Pack Your Bags.”  The American people have had a “Belly full” of you!

Ronald Regan, one of greatest Presidents.  Picture courtesy of Google Search.

Ronald Regan, one of greatest Presidents. Picture courtesy of Google Search.

 

 

Following is a uTube presentation of President Regan, our “Last Great President.”  It is worth your time to click for the download.  Our last great hope to save our Nation from “Total Destruction” over the next two and half years is to “Impeach Obama.”

Click for download for uTube presentation:  http://youtu.be/QamMXGlknD8

John J. Rigo, Texas' Poet and Commentator:

The Reblog program of WordPress is truly a wonderful tool to the die-hard, Hard-Right Republican that I am. It renders those who share my poetry and commentary blog nearing a true 53,000 hits (not made up hits by a percentage of WordPress members to basically sell their on-line goods) to share many more reasons that Obama needs to be Impeached. Our country will be completedly destroyed if Obama is alllowed to continue as the U.S. President for two and half more years. The true core of our nation in American loving citizens must insure that he does not continue his path of destruction for our Nation.

Originally posted on Kingsjester's Blog:

illegalsmarchA new poll, just published by the Pew Research Center, on American Patriotism, shows some interesting, if not expected results. Rick Moran of americanthinker.com reports that

 A new study by the Pew Research Center that breaks down liberals and conservatives into 7 different groups, finds that those who identify as “solid liberals” don’t think much of you, or America, or “honor and duty” as core values.

The finding is contained in Pew’s new “Political Typology” report, which breaks Americans down into seven different categories — rather than the usual three. Among the seven categories, “solid liberals” are the only group in which a majority say they aren’t regularly proud to be Americans.

By contrast, more than seven in 10 “steadfast conservatives” and eight in 10 “business conservatives” say they are generally proud to be Americans.

The poll also shows many liberals don’t liken themselves to your average American. Just…

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Author unknown. Courtesy of Google Image search.

Author unknown. Courtesy of Google Image search.

I deal with extreme pain each day.
I use to curse the pain
I no longer do
but rejoice
in overcoming it.
 
The pain comes from a fall
over eleven years ago
a fifteen foot fall from a ladder
into concrete
while trimming a tree.
 
The results were
a fracture in my spinal bone
three disks in my back crushed.
 
Each waking hour
of every day
is filled with constant pain
many times
to a point of agony.
 
The pain follows me
to bed at night
ever relentless
constantly disturbing
my sleep. 
 
Each morning as I awake
I rejoice in a new day
to the joy of my Lord‘s creations
and His Love for me.
 
This body but a temporary home
of the Loving spirit that my God
has created for me.
 
My thoughts each morning
turn to the Crucifixtion of my Lord.
Surely the total pain
I have felt these eleven years
would never equal the agony
He suffered in just
one day. 
 
Thank you
my Lord and Savior
Jesus Christ
for the blessings of this day.
 
I know now
a place awaits
for me with You
in eternity. 
 
 
 
 
  
 
 
Our Vineyard "Silver Star Winery of Texas" coming into fruitation.  Copyright 2014 John J. Rigo

Our Vineyard “Silver Star Winery of Texas” coming into fruitation. Copyright 2014 John J. Rigo

Log/trademark sign for Silver Star Winery of Texas copyright 2014 John J. Rigo

Log/trademark sign for Silver Star Winery of Texas copyright 2014 John J. Rigo

 

 

 
 
Walk tenderly on my dreams
for my dreams are me
with my soul exposed.
 
Judge not
the worth of my hopes
nor the possibility of their reality. 
 
If you are without encouraging words
then seal your lips in speaking of my dreams.
 
Are we not without hope
when stripped of our dreams and aspirations?
 
Look to yourself and ask
when were your own dreams scattered against
the rocks of time?
 
Take not your anger
with yourself
against those
who still have hope.
 

Courtesy of lomography.com

 
Commentary for July 2nd, 2013:  I recently had what I thought was a kind of angel come into my life.  I quickly found out it was one those mid forties “facebook-kind-of-freaks” who did not believe in phone calls or personal contacts with people but enjoyed the diversion of e-mail and texts and that was about it, in terms of relationships.  Both my wife and I tried to reach out to her with the hand of friendship but it was to no avail.  We certainly have come into a strange society where folks live more in the twilight zone than the real world.
 
 
Thru Seventy years of life on this world
there has been a few lessons of life
that were difficult to learn
 
Knowing the difference
between true friendships and Fair Weather Friends
was one of the hardest lessons of all.
 
In  discovering that vast difference in friendships
I believe we live in a form of self-denial
in realizing the differences.
 
I am now painfully aware
that the best friends I ever had
are now long dead.
 
Thank you Lord
for being to me
the friend that no other is.
 
As my Father once related to me
“One could live a lifetime and be able to count
the true friends they would have had
on one hand.”
 
I have been blessed in my lifetime
to have had two of those real friends
with now my Lord
as my constant Third. 
 
 
 
 
 
 
"If I Could" a poem by Texas' Poet John J. Rigo

“If I Could” a poem by Texas’ Poet John J. Rigo,  Picture courtesy of Google Search

If I could
I would trade this moment in time
to have another chance
to be with you.
 
If I could
I would have made better choices
to keep you at my side.
 
If I could
I would have never let you go.
True love comes only once
in a lifetime.
I know that now.
If only I could.
 
 
Courtesy  of jesussaves.com

Courtesy of jesussaves.com

My journey has been a long one
in the practice of my religious beliefs.
My start was born and raised as a Catholic.
I left the religion at age 22 due to a divorce
from a childhood sweetheart.
 
My journey continued
to the Baptist faith
the Methodist faith
the Presbyterian faith
to finally a little hole in wall
church in Tool Texas
called the “Olive Branch”
where the organizers claimed to be Messianic.
 
Slowly over time it was discovered
that the organizers of the church were false
to new members in their belief system.
They were actually Karaite Jews
who look upon Jesus as a fable. 
 
In their lie to new members
it was their plan to convert
those to their religion
who came into their mist.
 
Through this journey
my faith in My Lord and Savior
became even stronger.
 
I left their church
in the road trash they were
far behind me.
 
I was blessed in learning
the secret to eternal life
by these experiences.
 
Only by giving ourselves
up entirely to the Will and Plan
of Jesus Christ for us
will we be given the blessings of this life
and the eternal life before us. 
 
Insight:  It was along this journey
that I discovered a book I did not know.
It was called the Bible.
 
Each Saturday my wife and I
spent an average of two hours
reading from the new and old Testament.
A book it seems the Catholic religion
never hear of when I was a young man.
 
Following is a reading from Psalms I (1)
that we read this past Saturday.
It speaks of the Word
I meditate on each day:
 
“Happy the man who follows not
      the counsel of the wicked
Nor walks in the way of sinners,
      nor sits in the company of the
      insolent,
But delights in the law of the Lord
      and meditates on his law day and
      night.”
 
 
 
"Rainbows Amidst Storms" Second Published Poetry book by John J. Rigo Picture courtesy of google image search author unknown

“Rainbows Amidst Storms” Second Published Poetry book by John J. Rigo
Picture courtesy of google image search
author unknown

Sometimes a tear comes to my eye.
At first I know not why.
Then it comes
the links of the past.
 
Moments of tenderness
of love
that seen imprinted
forever in my soul.
 
It has not been with so much as one
but many
in the links together
in a chain of life.
 
Some moments were of extreme sadness
some joy beyond belief
some with the surprise of a child
in discovering something.
 
A light ignited within me
that before, was not there.
It was just a moment
a look into the eyes of another
that said that these few seconds
were very special.
A touch unlike no other.
 
The tear is for the longing of such moments
and time spend
in just loving another
in those special ways
that will never go away.
 
Image courtesy of Google image search. Author unknown.

Image courtesy of Google image search. Author unknown.

Each moment I cling to
more precious than the last.
My eternity lies within
this very second.
 
Live not for tomorrow.
This is tomorrow.
It is all we may have.
 
See all about you.
Savor the taste.
Smell the air.
 
Recall at another
time and place
may not be ours.
 
So my Darling
in this kiss
is all that is important.
Photo taken on June 21st, 2014 of Blood Bank Bus parked directly across the street from our home, running, filling the community with fumes, when it could easily be parked on opposite side of American Legion Post 310 building.  Copyright by John J. Rigo 2014

Photo taken on June 21st, 2014 of Blood Bank Bus parked directly across the street from our home, running, filling the community with fumes, when it could easily be parked on opposite side of American Legion Post 310 building. Copyright by John J. Rigo 2014

Picture taken over fence of residential lot owned by American Legion 310 directly behind their main building that faces the community of Northwood Shores in Gun Barrel City.  Note the lot is filled with a commercial type swing for parties, trash and cans for burning trash across the street from homes subject to catching on fire from burnings of large amounts of trash. Picture taken on June 19th, 2014 copyright by John J. Rigo 2014

Picture taken over fence of residential lot owned by American Legion 310 directly behind their main building that faces the community of Northwood Shores in Gun Barrel City. Note the lot is filled with a commercial type swing for parties, trash and cans for burning trash across the street from homes subject to catching on fire from burnings of large amounts of trash. Picture taken on June 19th, 2014 copyright by John J. Rigo 2014

 

Picture taken on June 19th, 2014 of illegally built commercial building on residential lot directly behind American Legion Post 310.  Four years ago the city manager of Gun Barrel City promised to move it...he never did.  This structure which is an eyesore was built directly across the street from our home.  During summer it is used as a club house for a motorcycle group who stay in building and drink outside of building from beer purchased from Legion Post.  Copyright 2014 by John J. Rigo

Picture taken on June 19th, 2014 of illegally built commercial building on residential lot directly behind American Legion Post 310. Four years ago the city manager of Gun Barrel City promised to move it…he never did. This structure which is an eyesore was built directly across the street from our home. During summer it is used as a club house for a motorcycle group who stay in building and drink outside of building from beer purchased from Legion Post. Copyright 2014 by John J. Rigo

 

There is no doubt that in the eight years we have lived across the street of American Legion 310 in Gun Barrel City, Texas, they truly are the worse neighbors any community can have in the state of Texas.  Pictures taken today and over the last few days proves this statement out.  I myself, as an Honorably Discharged Air Force Veteran of four years of active duty to my country am totally ashamed that such an organization calls itself a non-profit serving prior military veterans.  Check out the pictures and notations below each picture.

 
I have been where you are
a hell of loneliness and despair.
Had I created this place in my past
as you are now
where I was once?
 
I ask myself what pains cross your mind
as this day of many comes to you?
Do you hunger?
Are you without sleep?
 
The night only brings fear for your life.
Are you without anyone who cares
where you are this day?
Are you missed?
 
I too have been where you are.
From ashes of the mind did thou raise me
from a pit of worldly hell.
 
It was not my talents of mind
nor spirit that lead me from this dark world.
It was my prayers.
 
You never failed to hear me
when I cried out to you.
When I tried to end this life
you spoke gently to me
asking me to be patient
and wait one more day.
 
One day lead to another.
Finally the sun began to shine again
in your blessings and your love for me.
 
Thank you Lord
for giving hope to the hopeless
as you gave to me.
 
Thank you Lord
for loving me when I was without love.
Yea Lord without your grace
would I now be lost.  
 
 

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There are many things I remember about my past.
Each memory
stones that built
who I am today.
 
The memories that have stayed with me the strongest
are those that recall when my life was rendered
a touch of kindness.
 
I remember the days well
in vivid detail.
The words spoken.
The smile given.
The touch of a hand upon my shoulder.
 
So in this day
if it is within your power
pass that touch of kindness
to another.
 
In so doing
you will be giving
a memory of strength to another
in their darkest times. 

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As of June 17th, 2014, the “Texas‘ Poetry Site” reached another milestone of 52,000 plus hits.  My deepest thanks and appreciation to the WordPress family, and all those who share my spiritual poetry work, as well as my Texas’ Commentary posts regarding my new communities in Henderson County, Texas, Eustace, Texas, Gun Barrel City, Texas and the Nation. 

Saying courtesy of Google Image Search.  "Father's Day means Nothing to Me."

Saying courtesy of Google Image Search. “Father’s Day means Nothing to Me.”

Father’s Day was not a good day for me.
Memories of my own Father were not good.
He was an abusive drunk throughout my childhood.
 
As far as my own Fathering experience
I was a Father for fourteen years
to three step-children no one wanted.
 
I raised these three children thru
four and five years in college educations
for two of them while the other
was a total lost with his brain fried by drugs.
 
The Fathers’ of these three children
basically abandoned them as young children.
There was no child support from their two Fathers.
 
When I divorced their Mother
the three gave me the finger.
Taking on raising step-children
was a joyless job.
 
To the children of other friends
that I gave unselfishly my time and money.
Never did I hear from them
this past Father’s Day.
 
As far as I am concerned
Father’s Day is just anothr day
that should be struck from the books.

A Winter Scene from Cooperstown, N. Y.

Four years ago it was a visit to the Carrol Clinic in Dallas.
My back and hip had been hurting me for some time.
The findings were not good.
 
A Class Four hip.
A crack in my spine bone.
Two disks in my spine fused together.
 
I knew when it happened.
A fall over ten years ago while attempting to trim a tree
in our front yard.
 
The fall at that time resulted in nine staples in my head
and eventual surgery on my knee.
The other injuries laid in wait.
My future in enjoying the rest of my life was in doubt
with the activities I enjoyed so much in my past.
 
My mind went back to Cooperstown in upstate New York.
I was sixteen and working the summer on a dairy farm.
It was part of the “Fresh Air Program” of New York City for young men.
 
I remembered the rolling hay wagon.
Throwing ninety pound bales of hay
eight tiers high on the wagon.
 
I remembered the muscles in my arms
my strong thin waist
with a tan equal to a black man.
 
We worked hard that Summer.
It was the “Haying Season.”
The work went fourteen hours a day
seven days a week for two and half months.
 
Looking back now
I now realize how really happy I was
each of those summer days in Cooperstown.  
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Courtesy of nurpublishers.com

It was a vision that came to me yesterday.
This life but a beginning of our journey thru eternity.
Our physical life here brief in its beginning.
 
Death but a transition on this journey
to many other lives ahead
in many other forms
in the ever-expanding image
of God.
 
Our time here but a
training period in preparation.
Joys and visions beyond
our human comprehension.
 
Live each day with
Love, Joy, Thankfulness,
gainful Wisdom
in God’s Love
for our Eternal Souls.
 
Prepare well
for your journey
it will be a long one.
All those we lost
will be returned to us.
 
Fear not Death
it is but a door
of many
into God’s House.
 
 

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As I approach the twilight time of my life
the answer has come to an important question.
 
The question deals with the pain, the suffering, the depression
that we all must deal with 
in our elder years.
 
Why should our minds
or our physical bodies deteriorate in such a way?
 
In tearful recall of our youth
is that all we are left with?
 
I thought of Jesus
my Lord and Savior
I thought of His suffering before His death.
 
There is much about this world that can bring
happiness and blessings.
There are many things that our physical bodies
wish not to depart from in this world.
 
Whether it be the beauty created by our God
or the love connections
that are so important to us.
 
Could our suffering be but a gift from our Lord?
A way to make the release easier from this physical world?
 
Perhaps in the suffering is the blessing
in knowing we are going to
a far happier place in our eternity.

Courtesy photo by Pat Dollins. Taken at Treasure Hunters Roadshow in Placerville.

 
I tried to think of a gift
that would be special to you.
A gift of treasure that would endure
thru the days of our lifes.
 
Would gold and jewels
things that could rust
and turn to dust
in the sands of time
be such a gift?
 
I think not
for the earth holds many trinkets from the ages.
Trinkets buried deeply in the earth
long forgotten of their purpose.
Forgotten of the song they held so long ago.
 
I give thee my words of my heart
that are enclosed within the eternity of my soul.
Eternity with such a gift
that will go beyond the decaying trinkets of the earth.
 
If it is God’s will that death should temporary seperate us
this gift shall be my seal of love
to clothe you in the light of my love
and carry you forward to the day
we shall meet again in the eternity that is before us.
 
It will be a place without pain
hurt or further sorrow for us.
A place where we shall again open the seal of my love.
A place where we will laugh again in joy each day
in the wonder of our love.
 
 
 

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I broke your heart.
I know when the deed was done.
I knew then
as I know now
I was in love with you.
 
More afraid of failure
than giving myself to you.
I still can hear in my soul
the sound of your tears
on the tape from that day.
 
Two hours of tears and screaming
my name in agony.
I was the center of your agony
in my rejection of your love.
 
It has been thirty-four years
since that day.
A week never goes by
that my thoughts turn to you.
 
In my being
I now know
that the joy I knew with you then
will come again in my death
and hopefully with it
the joy of heaven.
 
If you are reading this
at this very moment
know this is one
who will always love you.
.....is never lost.  Picture courtesy of John J. Rigo copyrighted 2013

…..is never lost. Picture courtesy of John J. Rigo copyrighted 2013

 
A ship in the sea of life
riding each wave of life
seeking the warm sun of each day.
 
The beauty of each dream as night falls
is never lost as it heads
toward the curve of each horizon.
 
Storms will blow
onward do we flow
in love and courage
by His hand.
 
Tomorrow brings the knowing in His love
the vastness of the ocean
is not so alone.
 
As long as we believe
we will never be alone.
 
For His love
surpasses all of this.
 
This and time beyond
this brief sea of life.          
                                                                                      

 

                                                                                                                                

 
 

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I kiss thee
with my heart
upon my lips.
 
My breath held
in anticipation
of the moment.
 
Held so long
afraid to take
that next breath.
 
This magic
overtakes me
in this moment
forever locked
in your embrace.
 
 
  

“Why do you stare at me?”

A Pear Tree am I
unchanged by the lost of a part of me.
I am the same
nothing has changed
there is just less of me.
 
Why do you stare a me
as you pass?
Am I so different then before?
 
I still smell the air
feel the sky
and warm myself in the sun of day
soak the rain of day
amidst the storms that roll into my horizon.
 
I still dream of dreams
yet to come
for I am and still am
the mighty Bradford Pear Tree of Club Lake Trail.
 
I was taller
fuller and prouder
than I am now
but still the Bradford Pear.
 
The tree you looked upon each day
with such pride.
Have I changed so much from those days
when you looked so lovingly at me?
 
The change came slowly over the years.
Worms chewed in the joy of my wood
seeking the essence of me.
 
I grew
but as each leaf fell
I became closer to my death.
 
The death of cut wood and broken twigs
laid upon a ground now unknown to me.
What changed me so quickly and without warning?
 
It was shortly after midnight
the storm came.
Wind tearing at the very soul of me.
 
Wind ripping my inner part out
to lay useless
and with only partial life upon the ground.
 
I am still the same
the Bradford Pear
I live
I breathe
I sun
even with fuller leaves
than before.
 
Should you now love me less
for not being as powerful
and mighty as before?
 
I love you no less
for you see
I am
and will always be 
your Bradford Pear Tree of Club Lake Trail. 
Copyright 2014 by John J. Rigo "The Tree is Me" taken on the morning of June 10th, 2014 at Northwood Shores on Cedar Creek Lake in East Texas.

Copyright 2014 by John J. Rigo “The Tree is Me” taken on the morning of June 10th, 2014 at Northwood Shores on Cedar Creek Lake in East Texas. Click picture to be taken to full blown-up beautiful picture.

I have looked upon this tree for many years.
Over the last year I have observed it every day.
In the tree I see me.
 
Nine years ago she was a beautiful Willow Tree
with full branches of leaves touching the ground
as all good Willow Trees do.
 
She has seen many a storm over those years.
Many of which have broken her branches
while strong winds torne at her essence.
 
Her spirit now struggles with aging limbs
many of which no longer bare leaves.
Broken branches still reaching for the sun of day.
 
Still a beauty of Nature with now its broken dreams.
Days now counting swiftly till a strong storm
will finally crash her/me to the ground.
 
Ho Reaper of Life and Nature
treat me with a gentle hand
when I am to be cut down.
Remember once….I too
was a mighty tree.
 
 
  

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Of all memories
that we try most to forget
is a first love.
Till now I had tried to do the same
but today those memories returned.
 
I never hear from her again.
It was 1964 when we divorced.
Today she will be 69.
The  light of youth
has long left her eyes.
 
Know Linda Faye Smith
that wherever you may be this date.
I now think of you often.
A first love buried deep in the heart
truly never fades for long
in loves’ memory.
  
We were both like children when we met.
She was sixteen and I was seventeen.
It was my first pass in basic training
in the Air Force in Happy, Texas.
 
It was jet boat races that weekend
at this lake in Happy when my eyes
met her for the first time.
 
It was a magical moment
our bus was pulling out 
as we exchanged addresses
thru the bus window.
 
We married two years latter.
She eighteen and I turned nineteen
a newly promoted buck sergeant
in the Air Force.
 
She was a virgin
on our wedding night.
The true gift of love
that any woman
can give a man.
 
We were together a year
before I got my orders
to go overseas for a year.
 
It was a heartbreak
to us both for it was
an isolated tour area
in the military
I was sent to.
 
A year latter
we divorced
she misunderstood
my fear in starting
a family while attempting
to establish stability in our lives.
 
I guess now that I look down that road.
A long road of many years since those days
I now realize that a first love never leaves the heart.
 
 
 
 

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Last night a dream entered my peace.
It was you sobbing.
Crying for what could have been 
but it was not.
 
Outside of your world everything seemed perfect.
To others your world was without want.
It was not.
 
A part of your soul was seeking
but not finding
some special part of understanding.
 
The part that was compassion
of tenderness
that was not in your moment of being.
 
Was there hope to bind this wound
a wound so deep?
My arms reached for you.
 
Held you tight with lips to your ear.
Whispered I love you
I care
I know your pain.
 
I will always be here for you.
You slowly smiled.
Sunshine filled the room.  
 

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I closed my eyes:
 
The after-image of her was printed on the backside of my mind
the look of her neck bent backward
eyes closed.
 
That beautiful curve from her neck
to the tip of her breast.
There was a hint of sunrise
upon the horizon of her smile.
As a spirit I loved her
unaware of my own physical feelings.
 
It seemed I could not satisfy my need
to give her my love.
The flow seemed forever.
 
From moment to moment I explored her
no part untouched
or savored.
 
There was no shame in loving her.
We were eternal spirits
reunited in the flesh of our eternity.
 
I opened my eyes:
 
I am haunted by her
for the image remains.
"Secret picture taken of Obama saying, 'I now feel Leadership and Cunning abilities moving thru my Brain.'''  Picture courtesy of Google Image Search.

“Secret picture taken of Obama saying, ‘I now feel Leadership and Cunning abilities moving thru my Brain.”’ Picture courtesy of Google Image Search.

Saying courtesy of Google Image Search.

Saying courtesy of Google Image Search.

 

President Obama needs to be removed from the position of Commander-in-Chief of our military and having the power to make decisions regarding National Security without consulting with Congress.  His act of trading Five Top Generals in the Taliban for what is being disclosed as a “deserter,” qualifies him for being removed from office in an impeachment Process, or at the very least removed as a “Commander-in-Chief” of the military of our country.

 

"Pending Storm" copyright 2014 by John J. Rigo. Taken at Northwood Shores on Cedar Creek Lake in East Texas at 5:47 P.M. on May 12th, 2014

“Pending Storm” copyright 2014 by John J. Rigo. Taken at Northwood Shores on Cedar Creek Lake in East Texas at 5:47 P.M. on May 12th, 2014

A pending storm is coming upon our nation.
A storm not of nature but created by man.
It may be the end of our nation as we know her.
 
The skies darken in the rooms of our leadership.
Darkness perceived of lies
darkness of mistruths
They are the symbols of Obama.
 
Free men have seen hate created
against each of us for another.
Our skins the same
but of different colors.
 
The Image of the Peace Maker is a false one.
We have the Divider before us.
A house becoming further divided
will soon fall.
 
Do not stand in silence.
The blood of those who died for us.
reddens the floors we walk this day.
Impeach Obama.
Save our Great Nation.
 
 
 
 
 
 

“One of Seven Poems of “The Master’s Series of Poetry.”

On this day
the Master revealed
His greatest gift to mankind.
 
This gift was rendered on a mountain of stone
reflected on a setting sun
to a multitude of many
in one of the many lessons
given to multitudes in those years. 
 
The question
that came toward the end of that day
was, “ Master, what is the greatest gift
that God gives to all of us?”  asked the young
man in the multitude of that day.
 
The Master replied,
“The greatest gift that my Father gives to all
is the secret of Forgiveness.
 
In rendering forgiveness to ones self
and also forgiveness of others
does a sinner reveal
the keys to heaven
and the eternal Love of our Father.
 
Forgiveness assures the eternal love of the Father
and being in the arms of His Love forever.”
So said the Master of my life
on this day.

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A beautiful day beckoned.
The sides of the hills were golden
with fields of grain. 
 
The Cypress trees were green
among great expanses of gleaming flat rocks.
An ideal day born for the enjoyment of the sun
and the wondrous words of the Master.
 
The crowd began to thin toward the afternoon sunset.
The Master was weary.
Many were the questions of the day.
The answers required much of His strength to loudly speak
the words of wisdom to the crowd. 
 
As the Master prepared to depart
a young man in the crowd shouted a question
in His direction.
  
The Master’s followers tried to quiet the man
to preserve their Lord‘s voice.
They knew He was exhausted from the
long day of preaching.
 
The young man shouted again,
“Master, what can I do in my life that would be
pleasing to my Lord and God?”
In hearing this question
the crowd stopped movement
in their departure.
 
The crowd turned as one toward
where the Master stood.
Raising up to His full height
the Master looked over the crowd
with the kindest of smiles and He said,
 
“The mirrors of your own souls are within the eyes of
your brothers and sisters.
If you see hunger in those eyes around you
break the bread and share it.
 
If you see sorrow
share your tears with your brethren.
If fear overcomes your neighbors
stand with them
for numbers overcome fear.
 
Above all of these
love your neighbor
as you love your children.
My love protects your brethren
as it protects you.
 
This sharing of your love in my Father’s name
will be pleasing to your Lord and God.
In this sharing of your love without reserve
without reward
without a counting
will you be given
the glories of eternity.”
These words were spoken this day 
by the Master of my life.
 
Courtesy of focusorlando.org "Many claim to be God-fearing and loving" when truly they are but Evil in the Wolf in Sheep's Clothing.  Rejoice in Evil being overcome in your life by the Love of Jesus and the Father.

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“Many claim to be God-fearing and loving” when truly they are but Evil in the Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing. Rejoice in Evil being overcome in your life by the Love of Jesus and the Father.

 
In speaking before the crowd this day
the Master spoke these words,
“Rejoice, in that Evil attempts to bring harm to you
for it is a sign that Evil is losing its battle against you.
Rejoice in knowing that with my power
Evil is being overcome in your life.”
 
In speaking the Master turned toward me
placed His hands upon my head and said,
“I Bless thee with all the glory, strength of the Father
knowing you are doing His work in serving Me.
Know my sons and daughters
that I Love you and Am with you.”  
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