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1959 Painting by John J. Rigo, titled, “Mother’s Sorrow.”

 
The gate stood high and firm before the light of paradise.
It had been this way for thousands of years.
The only light revealed was the light of God
through its bars.
 
A sound of longing was heard
from the millions of souls before its barrier.
There seemed to be no hope for reunion with God.
 
The day of days,
the hour of redemption
finally came to this place,
beginning with a cry of joy
from these souls.
 
Beyond the gates a cross appeared,
equal to the height and width of the gate.
The joy formed a song of everlasting love
on the lips of these souls.
 
It was a song unlike any sound ever heard before
or since this moment.
The words, “It is done,” were heard above the song.
The gate was no more.
The souls of God’s creation were returned home.  

John J. Rigo, Texas' Poet and Commentator:

Even if I am not on individual’s favorite list, many of her attitudes are also my own. A beautifully done site with WordPress with words of the heart and mind from a very beautiful woman.

Originally posted on Keli has a Blog:

Beach girl

(Picture from Indulgy, photographer unknown)

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Life is never guaranteed, and never always exactly as you had hoped it would be, but make the best of the time you have here on Earth….  Don’t let  your “Darkness” will take over, blocking out the “Light”

radical honesty

Well, I know that I’m actually very fortunate to even have health care this year with all the confusion & no one knows up from down, but…..  My reason’s for being ill about it today.

1.  My monthly premiums TRIPLED this year after our illustrious president said we should save about 2,400 a year. Several of those idjeets (old word for idiots) are STILL maintaining the lie that they are helping people. Tell that to the over SIX MILLION people who were booted off their last years plan.

2.  My prescriptions won’t go toward my “out of pocket deductible” …. (that’s what WE have to pay before…

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Courtesy of Google search. Author unknown.

I seek not praise or adoration,
just the warmness of your touch.
A friendship that seeks not reward
nor return.
 
A connection of understanding
between these gulfs
that separate us as humans
from different times and places
even though we have not lived the same.
 
Love that overcomes all barriers between us
without fear
without reprisal
to continue into time without limit for us.
 
To finally find
at some point ahead
the binding of our souls
that will never leave us
alone again.
 
 
 
"A Red Glass of Wine" by John J. Rigo, Texas' Poet

“A Red Glass of Wine” by John J. Rigo, Texas’ Poet

Silver Star Winery of Texas Silver Star Farm and Ranch of Texas

Silver Star Winery of Texas
Silver Star Farm and Ranch of Texas

Logo of Silver Star Farm and Ranch of Texas. Copyi 2014 John J. Rigo

Logo of Silver Star Farm and Ranch of Texas. Copyi 2014 John J. Rigo

Linda, my wife, my precious Gift!

Linda, my wife, my precious Gift!

 

In our retirement almost a year and a half ago, my wife and I were excited to find a beautiful home on thirty acres in Eustace, Texas.  My wife was the oldest of six on a two hundred acre farm in Celina, Texas, in her youth.  Her Father was a true farmer, in the sense of what a farmer was about.  Her memories from her childhood was neighbors were true neighbors in those day, in helping each other.  In our new home in Eustace, which will be the home of our future vineyard, we have found that is far from the realities of life in the country.

As a rule, we have found country folks standoffish, isolated and as the old saying goes, “They would not give a nickel to see a piss ant eat a bale of hay.”  The worse thing we have found as new farm owners in East Texas, we are considered a “Mark-of-Sorts.”  Every contractor we have come across are out there basically is out to “take you.” 

We are blessed in holding our own, especially with 45 years experience in sales training and management on my part, and my wife, who is a retired State Farm Insurance Agent of 28 years of service to her former customers.  In other words, when it comes to figuring out folks for what they really are, in most cases, we did not “fall off a watermelon truck.”

Over the last year, my wife who holds a BS degree, has been a full-time student in AG courses in the local college in Athens, beside over halfway thru a vineyard course thru the University of Davis out of California.  We actually know what we are doing!

If you are planning on buying a small farm in your retirement and go back to the soil, be prepared to deal with every con man and “user” that can be found in country life.  It is not the road that the old movies came from…..it is a tough road to accomplish a life’s dream.

 

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Commentary on poem dated April 17th, 2014:  The wonderful part of poetry, to my way of thinking is that in looking back at a previous work of my own, I can see more meaning in the content of the work.  On this poem, it deals with our own outlook on life and how it changes constantly.  In my case, it is how we all live in a state of denial when it comes to relationships.  Many times we attempt to make them “more than they really are in their individual worth and value to us personally.”  Only by moving forward in life with a more open mind, do we find many who claim to love us and care about us, really are being dishonest with us, as we are dishonest with ourselves in how we perceive them.
 
 
A singular line horizontally drawn.
Above a blue sky.
Below
a deep ocean of blue.
  
Is it the end of the world
or the beginning of another?
 
Standing still
there is no answer.
 
Only by moving forward
do we realize there is more
beyond a singular line.
 
Attitude?
Perspective?
Are they not one
and the same?
 

John J. Rigo, Texas' Poet and Commentator:

Updated on April 16th, 2014:  You will note on this day, “Nothing” is said about this in the media, including Fox.  Proof beyond a reasonable doubt we have entered another level in our government now “Totally” controlling the media.

This is truly a sad day for all Americans when the right to assemble and protest which is protected under our Constitution is trashed by our Federal government under the Obama administration. Impeach Obama!

Originally posted on Catholic4Life:

Multiple Militia Members Arrested at Bundy Ranch

BundyRanchAgentsNational Report – Mesquite, Nevada–The standoff in Nevada reached new heights this afternoon as armed federal agents began arresting militia members gathered to protest in support of Cliven Bundy.

In total, 16 protesters taking part in the rally are reportedly in custody and being held without bail on domestic terrorism charges, resisting arrest, creating a public nuisance, and trespassing.  County and city officials in the area have not yet released a statement on the arrests or the names of those arrested.  Early reports indicate that protesters were verbally and physically abused prior to being arrested. Communications have been difficult and local media outlets are scrambling for more details.

Federal agent Paul Horner, a 14-year veteran of the force, spoke with National Report by phone and had this to say:  “Under direct orders from the FBI and the DOJ, on behalf of the BLM, we have infiltrated…

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It was one of those days that nothing seemed to be going right.

My mind filled with racing thoughts

going different ways

Questions, questions with seemly no answers

as I pushed through the crowd

of wherever I was going.

Suddenly  in my own world

I looked up

and there you were

passing me ever so quickly.

The smile that you gave me took my breath away.

A stranger’s smile in a maddening world. 

There was such kindness in that smile of yours.

The warmest of feelings overcame me.

Peace and Joy was brought to my racing heart.

Long after you were gone

I tried to remember

what you looked like.

Were your eyes Blue or Brown?

All that remained in my mind’s eye

was the memory of that very special and endearing smile.

A smile that brought a smile to my own lips.

With a nod of my head

I gave thanks and appreciation

for this gift from a stranger.

 

Long after this time

a strange thought came to my mind.

Could angels be walking this earth

to remind each of us

that love can be

the gift of  the day? 

 
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“Will President Obama Resign or be Impeached”

"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.

"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.

President Obama mirroring the face of the average US taxpayer under his administration.

President Obama mirroring the face of the average US taxpayer under his administration.

One man destroying our country down to the "bone."

One man destroying our country down to the “bone.”

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The pending results of  new upcoming illegal door openings to our country by new discussed laws in Congress....."Give us more free shit." Courtesy of birthtourism.wordpress.com

The pending results of new upcoming illegal door openings to our country by new discussed laws in Congress…..”Give us more free shit.”
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Obama playing fool at Annual Federal Dinner.  Courtesy of netwire

Obama playing fool at Annual Federal Dinner. Courtesy of netwire

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Courtesy of astuteblogger.blogspot.com

President Obama's favorite button to wear while in the company of his staff..  Courtesy of Google Image search.

President Obama’s favorite button to wear while in the company of his staff.. Courtesy of Google Image search.

Update on April 16th, 2014:  My poetry blog with WordPress started out as strickly a poetry site featuring my non-profit published and unpublished poetry serving the “Homeless Cause of Texas.”  With President Obama and his Henchmen entering their fifth years in their goal of destroying the United States, as we knew her prior to his administration, this perhaps represents my last political commentary on this site.  The reason, basically is simple enough: 

The generation just below me, (I am in my early 70′s) have become a generation of “Give me more ‘Free Shit.’”  A generation that feels comfortable with Obama and his political thieves and crooks ruling our government.  As an honorably discharged veteran myself, with four years of active duty in the Air Force with an Honorable Discharge, I have hear my fellow veterans at a local VA hospital from the younger generation.  Their goals in life, in their early 30′s is basically, “How can I get my 30 percent disability changed to 100 percent.” 

The middle working class of this country, that pay a Lion’s share of the taxes (of which, I am now retired) have become a minority in a country filled with illegals, who do not love this country, nor even want to speak its lanquage after even three generations, and our young people, have become a nation of “bums.”

A personal follower, who I have had for some time, who I deeply respect, is preparing to close down his own WordPress site, a site that has become a labor of love in postings from 4:30 a.m. to 9 p.m. each day, seven days to render the warnings in postings from hundreds of sites, of what is actually happening to our country.  I now find myself along with him, with a desire to enjoy, perhaps my own last days as a “Free American” in our country.  Blessings to all my followers, who are mainly interested in my political postings….they may be no more!  

    

 

One of my favorite followers and comment posters recently made a comment that the Democrat Party today is more of what the Communist Party is all about, especially so in the last five years under the non-leadership of President Obama.  In my observation the Democrat Party itself is nothing more than an extension of the underworld and the mob.  The huge deficient that we have today should be a surplus, not a deficient. 

Trillions of dollars of the hard-earned tax dollars of “working Americans” has gone into the bank accounts of these thieves and crooks under Obama.  We are now a nation of “Do-Nothings” and “Give me more free shit.”  All accomplished on the backs of us, who worked hard, saved their money and gained access to a better life strictly by gaining a difficult learned education and working way beyond the forty-hour work week.

The  Republican Party over the last several decades has been second best to my observations.  I will take second best any day over the lies, thievery and stealing of my rights as an American citizen over the lies and thieving of President Obama and his Henchmen.  Impeach Obama shortly after the November 2014 elections where prayfully the Republican Party will dominate both houses. 

 

Courtesy of the special collection of the University of Washington

 
 
It had been many years since he felt that way.
It was a rerun in his memory of the past.
There was fifty years between them.
She was outright flirting with him.
 
He was uncomfortable with it.
He was sitting right there with his Bride.
She acted like his bride was not even in the room.
 
Maybe it was how she got right into his face.
She looked at him like he was something really special.
She touched his knee under the table
as she kneeled before them on the side of the table
to take their dinner order.
 
Just when he accepted that his youth was long gone
she had to come along and remind him
what it felt like to be desired.
She was unfair in doing what she did.
 
Leaving behind the passions of youth
is not an easy thing for a man to do.
The move from passion to wisdom
is painful for any man.  
 
Perhaps ladies there is a lesson here.
Men of Passion never die in their hearts.
The burning heat of creation is part of their DNA.
Never treat your man like he is no longer alive.
 
Within every silver-headed man
still lies the young boy
remembering
wanting
desiring.
 
Laugh not at Passion.
It is as old as the centuries.
Forever faithful.
Forever remembering.
What it was like
to have been loved. 
 
Commentary on Poem:  Shortly after I posted this poem and shared it with one of my friends, their comment was, “John, some folks would just about do anything for a big tip, especially a twenty year old.”  His comment was filled with great laughter.  Frankly I joined the laughter with many big “Ha-Ha’s” on my part.  There is much truth in the saying,  “There is no fool, like an old fool.” Lol 
 
Cover of J. Edgar Hoover's book, "Master's of Deceit"  Picture courtesy of Google Image Search.

Cover of J. Edgar Hoover’s book, “Master’s of Deceit” Picture courtesy of Google Image Search.

First I wish to apologise to my WordPress followers who seem to enjoy my poetry.  I know lately my Commentary posts may seem excessive, but necessary to assist in a “wake-up call” to my fellow neighbors and followers on WordPress.

It is my personal opinion that we are now in the “Darkest of Times in the History of the United States.”  As a nation, we are being conquered from within by President Obama and his Democratic administration.  The threat has gone beyond 9/11 and its terrorist threat to our county.  A threat that has formulation by foreign interests in destroying our way of life and splitting the assets of the middle class to a now lower class of slaves that eventually will serve the Reign of Obama, or what will be the foundation of our government after the term expiration of President Obama.

My theory regarding the NSA is not from a factual source, but from my own knowledge base from my youth.  It is called putting “Two and Two together.”  As a young man of seventeen in his first year of a four-year enlistment in the Air Force, one of my first college courses thru the American University, dealt with extensive study of the Communist Party for a term paper.  I actually took a week of leave time to complete the project.  One of my main sources of about eleven books that I researched and read on Communism was  J. Edgar Hoover’s book titled, “Master of Deceit.”

The main premise of Hoover’s book that it was discovered then by the FBI that the Communist Party of Russia had thousands of cells across America when their agents had daily assignments to hand-write letters to various policy makers and congress personnel affecting their votes.  Their goal was to form a census of what seem “Public Opinion” in order to further the ultimate aims of the Communist Party in their ultimate aim over possibly dozens of years, take over of America internally, without having to even “Fire a Shot.”

What I observed is that the Obama administration has used the same methods over the last five years in their use of NSA in not only listening but also actually having their personnel posting comments across the internet supporting Obama and his administration.  As one takes a closer look at these postings and the attacks by these posters against conservative Republicans, one can easily see a pattern forming in this planned media control actually in place. 

So what is the solution to this threat to our Nation?  We as loving middle class members and citizens of the United States need to move forward with courage and overcome our own fears of retribution by the Obama administration and let our voice speak out as one,  on-line posters demanding the removal of Obama as our President and voting out the entire Democratic Party.  To my way of thinking, second best of the Republican Party then no Democracy at all!  We must continue to have our voices heard in the internet which was once our pen and ignore the paid character attack Goon Division of the NSA and their attacks against us. 

New hand Symbols to "Stop Obama" in 2014 copyright 2013 John J. Rigo

New hand Symbols to “Stop Obama” in 2014 copyright 2013 John J. Rigo

I have no stats or proof of this statement, but just observation of my WordPress Blog.  The public as a whole sits in fear of targeting by the Obama Administration in one posting possible negative comments regarding the Administration of our country by President Obama.  So called “freedom of speech” has become a joke to the average American citizen in relating their total dissatisfaction and many times even anger as to what they are observing is happening in the destruction of our country by this administration.

How do I know that? How I have observed that? It is my a simple tool on the WordPress program called the “Like Link.”  It has been my observation when I, a formerly honorably served Air Force Veteran and now a retired insurance agency owner made any comments on the administration, there are hardly any hits on the posting.  Truly we have moved from a Democracy to a Dictatorship in our country.  Impeach Obama shortly after the November 2014 elections for his high crimes against the citizens of the United States. 

 

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Picture courtesy of Google Image Search. Author unknown.

"I miss my home of McKinney, Texas."  A poem by John J. Rigo

“I miss my home of McKinney, Texas.” A poem by John J. Rigo

It was a bitter bullet to my heart.
I miss McKinney, Texas.
It was my home for over 44 years.
I miss my home.
 
It was the dream home of a slum kid
born and raised in the jungles of New York City.
It was a dream fulfilled.
Its sweeping views.
Vast expanses of hardwood floors.
 
Its main jewel
A sparkling huge pool of diamonds.
A view that greeted me each morning
from my bedroom window
amidst a majestic view of sky
upon a golf course.
 
I miss my home of thirteen years.
It seems like a dream now
as I sit among these many acres
on a farm
in the middle of nowhere.
 
I miss the dozens of hand waves
from passing cars
as I mowed my lawn.
I miss the gal who ran by my home
each morning with a bright smile
and a kind word.
 
Now before me
lies an FM Road
with old beaten pick-up trucks
driving too fast.
Throwing their trash
before our gate.
 
I miss my home of
McKinney, Texas.
Loneliness is a bitter bullet.
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Courtesy of freerepublic.com

Have we become a nation of “Step-Down” citizen servers, rather than citizens willing to “Step-Up” and serve our Nation?  We are no longer safe as a nation because individually we are saying, “Let the other guy or gal do it.”  As we look about us after five years under President Obama and his Henchmen, we now can see what that attitude has created within the very structure of our Nation, a Nation quickly falling to becoming a Third World Power.

In five years under President Obama and the Democratic party, we have seen an administration that has sold out to the underworld in order to gather votes.  We have seen an Attorney General duplicate the attitude of President Obama in an attitude of a Dictator rather than a President.  We have seen our tax dollars furnish the Cartel fully automatic guns in order to gather huge sums of unaccounted for cash to further the purposes of re-electing Democratic candidates. 

We have seen over 68,000 criminal illegals released to our city streets across the country; all for the purpose of buying more Mexican votes for the Democratic Party. We have seen the greatest number of lies and decent come from President Obama in the last five years, destroying our economy, destroying our health care system, using Federal troops against lawful demonstrations, and over the last year a rash of unexplained killing shootings of innocent victims. 

It this a prelude of things to come?   We as a “Republican” Nation have allowed the Liberal Democratic party do this to our country, by our lack of the real motives of candidates in local city elections and our lack of passionate participation in national elections with our time and money.  We are now at the edge of a cliff into the darkness of a country turning from a “Republic” to a dictatorial government.  What will you do today, as a “Republican” to “Step-Up?”

5000 legal students in Florida to lose their tuition to illegalsThe foregoing link renders what will soon happen to the children of U.S. citizens in Texas.  Do you want your children to be second and third class citizens in the future of a block of illegals in our State?

New hand Symbols to "Stop Obama" in 2014 copyright 2013 John J. Rigo

New hand Symbols to “Stop Obama” in 2014 copyright 2013 John J. Rigo

Courtesy of nosmokeblown.com "Will President Obama Resign or be Impeached"

Courtesy of nosmokeblown.com
“Will President Obama Resign or be Impeached”

It was by accident that I discovered President Obama’s secret in his growing power in Texas’ politics.  We began our lives as future retirees in East Texas over eight years ago.  My wife and I purchased a lakefront home in Gun Barrel City, Texas at that time.  We loved the area and its people and found ourselves stretching our two-day weekends away from then, what was our primary home in McKinney, Texas, to three days a week. 

During that time frame I was privy to an insight to Texas’ politics at the first level of city politics in Gun Barrel City.  I discovered Obama’s power, in that it started with the grass-roots, at city levels, in Texas’ cities.  At close observation I discovered those in positions of city council members, mayors and board members of various committees were actually Democrats that would never relate to the public as to their actual party affiliations. 

Recently, when I asked a well-known head of a major board of Gun Barrel City, their party affiliation, their response was that they were not registered with any party, but always voted for “The Best Candidate.”  In other words they were a Democrat in sheep’s’ clothing, better yet they were a “Liberal” which to my observations is the same as a Democrat.  City levels is where President Obama gets his power.

The next time you are approached for campaign funds by any individual running for local government on a city level, ask them what party they are registered with, you will be surprised how many will lie to you and say “Neither.”  Let’s insure the future of our country by not supporting any known or hidden Democrats running for public offices in your local Texas’ city.  It will only be your State that you will be saving from the destruction of Obama’s policies over the next three years.

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As of April 7th, 2014, the “Texas‘ Poetry Site” reached another milestone of 48,000 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. 

Courtesy of tamhsc.edu.  Defeating the Democratic Party in Texas in 2014 by John J. Rigo

Courtesy of tamhsc.edu. Defeating the Democratic Party in Texas in 2014 by John J. Rigo

Logo of Silver Star Farm and Ranch of Texas. Copyi 2014 John J. Rigo

Logo of Silver Star Farm and Ranch of Texas. Copyright 2014 John J. Rigo http://silverstarfarmandranchoftexas.com

 

There is a battle for the mind and control of Texas.  There is no compromises in this war that President Obama and his Henchmen have planned for Texas.  In any election in the State of Texas, voting for a registered Democratic in a local, regional, and state-wise election enables the thieves and crooks power in their desire to take over our state.

Texas represents the “Last Frontier” for the United States.  Within its borders, lies unlimited opportunity for growing businesses to Texas.  Texas is looked upon as the state, the cartel, the underworld, the corrupt politicians of Washington wish to conquer as the Virginal Bride of our country….Texas….unspoiled and beautiful.

Do not be mislead by the snake words of liberals, they are nothing more than Democrat’s in the clothing of sheep skins upon the disguises of hungry wolves.  Avoid like the plague those who claim to “vote for the best candidate” and claim no party affiliation.  They are decoys of the Democratic party.

In this coming May 2014 in local elections in our communities and this coming November, in State and National elections, let us clean house of all the Democrats at all local levels in government, as well as the national scene.  It is the only hope left, that we a “Free Americans” have in saving our country from the likes of Obama and his planned destruction of our country over the next three years.

 
 
 
 
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.
 
Logo of Silver Star Farm and Ranch of Texas. Copyi 2014 John J. Rigo

Logo of Silver Star Farm and Ranch of Texas. Copyi 2014 John J. Rigo

Cow-Calf Convention in Athens, Texas on April 3rd, 2014.  Copyright by John J. Rigo

Cow-Calf Convention in Athens, Texas on April 3rd, 2014. Copyright by John J. Rigo

 

This past Thursday, April 3rd, 2014 my wife and I and two guests attended the Texas A&M AGRIlife Extension Program at the Henderson County Fair Park Complex in Athens, Texas.  On a rating of 1 to 10, the presentation and atmosphere was barely a 3.

The fold-up chairs were filthy, beside falling into the dirt floor about four inches, making seating very uncomfortable for the average fifty year old farmer and rancher attending this event, especially for the almost five hours of seating thru this back-breaking and hip-hurting event.

The poor quality and presentation of the event continued with the actual presentation folder being mainly for a “Power-Point” Presentation, but with no presentation screen, making the actual programs hard to follow.  The acoustics were equally terrible, where most of the speakers words were not understandable. 

To add injury to the event, a cowboy took more than a half an hour telling everyone how Brahma bulls were wonderful for cross-breeding.  An individual that was not even on the presentation schedule. As one cowboy said sitting next to me, “Who ever set-up this event, did a ‘Piss-Poor’ job.”  

 
 
I will never be far away
no matter where you are.
My heart will always be with you.
 
Never will you have to seek
to find me
for I will always be
as close as your heart.
 
There is a special place
for you and me
a place that will never go away.
 
A place where each day is made for you and me.
A place where each day becomes an eternal string of pearls
as we love and laugh through each setting sun.
 
Rising together each morning
with a song upon our lips
singing of our love for each other.
 
Through this eternity
and all others
to follow.
 
 
 

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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 twenty-eight years
since that day.
A day 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.
 
 

Courtesy of umazzing.com

One of the greatest gifts we can give ourselves
is to learn to love ourselves.
 
In loving ourselves
we realize that the premise that we must love another
such as ourselves is not part of the growth
that is part of our eternity.
 
In loving ourselves
we are no longer open to the qualities of others
in their own personal failures in loving themselves.
 
In this way
in the path of eternity
that we all walk
all those we will met
will then be complete unto themselves
as we have also become.
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My gift to you is neither gold or silver.
Diamonds can never hold the light of this gift.
Pearls will will never glow beyond the of this gift.
 
It is everlasting and eternal.
Within the gift is enclosed the song of angels.
Another part of the gift is the gentle breath of God
given in love to his creatures.
 
In many ways this gift has life within it
as it changes and grows.
My only valued possession of priceless value is this gift.
 
I give you this gift freely without restraint.
Beyond death it will always be yours.
I give thee my love my love. 
 
 
 
 

“………..pointing to a star”

 
 
The night sky was a deep black with blazing stars
over the Master and His disciples
this particular night along the sea of Galilee.
It was a time of quiet contemplation of the beauty of God’s work.
 
Within the group of His disciples
one disciple had a troubling question.
With reverence he approached the Master with his question.
“Does God’s Love for us have bounds when remembering our sins in His Eternal Memory?”
asked the disciple quietly as to not disturb the other men in the group.
 
The Master lifted His Head toward the night sky
and pointed His finger to a bright star saying,
“As you look upon the stars in the night sky
many have long changed in form
and are no more. 
 
The distance is so great in the travel of that light
that we still see those suns prior to their changing of form. 
So it is in the breath of God’s Love for us
it is also beyond the width
depth and height of such distances from us.
 
Since His Love for us is unconditional
so is His memory of our sins.
In asking His forgiveness of our sins
their memory no longer exists in eternity.”
So spoke that night
the Master of My Life. 
 
 

“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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The Master‘s hands were strong and hard
from years of work as a carpenter
just like his father.
 
The creation of His hands had a gentle quality
such as the toy camel and shepherd
He was crafting this night.
 
His sister had begged Him to make a toy for her child.
With love and humor He worked several nights.
In the back of the villa the room was small and cramped
making the carving difficult as the oil lamp light flickered.
 
Entering the doorway with a quiet sweep of the door blanket
came His sister’s oldest son.
Many questions burned in the mind
of this young man on this night.
 
Quietly he approached the Master
so as to not disturb His carving.
The young man whispered,
“Master do you have time to speak with me?”
 
Gently and with love the Master set the little wooden carving
aside and reached for the boy’s shoulder saying,
“What is troubling you this night
son of my sister?”
 
The boy replied,
“I am afraid about death
and where I will go when I die
since no one alive
has ever been to the place that dead people go
and returned
how am I to know what to expect?”
 
With patience and the deepest of kindness
toward the concerns of the young man
the Master spoke,
“Telling humanity of the world beyond death
would be like explaining
the sight of sunrise or sunset to a person
who had always been blind.”
 
He further explained,
“Beyond our lifetime is a world inconceivable
to the senses of man
beyond every gift rendered in this world around us. 
It is a world of being
in the midst of eternal love
and never fearing again.
 
It is knowing light beyond any light
we now know of in this world.
It is never being alone again
but cherished in the arms of a mother.
 
So will it be in the arms of our God
forever in eternal love
peace and happiness.”
So He spoke to me
the Master of my life.  
 

									
 
 
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The dream returned.
Angels returning in my dreams.
There was a sense of familiarity.
 
Intimate in nature
centered in comfort and peace.
I felt loved beyond time itself.
Never to feel lonely again.
 
Never to have fear again.
It seemed to be a connection
between the two Angels.
 
A Golden-headed Mother
and a fair-headed daughter.
They both hugged me.
 
They stroked my face gently.
They both held me close to them.
It was with a great feeling of love
that I felt when I awoke this morning.
 
Angels returning to me
in the night
to let me know
that “Yes,” 
am I truly loved. 
 
 
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Chains of sorrow upon my neck
reaching for the ones I knew
unable to touch.
 
A slight breath of air
words spoken
but not heard.
 
My world is full of “If I could’s”
no clock to turn back on my regrets.
I offer only a prayer to my unseen God
to let this end.
 
I say to you
there is no time left
but the time of this moment.
 
Time to forgive
time to say, “I love you.”
Time to give of yourself
for all that you could have done
with this precious thing called Life.
 
In so doing
perhaps you not also be
on this ghostly path
that may never end for me.
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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.

“Your Little Green Friends

One of my dearest friends from over thirty-five years ago was a gentleman by the name of Cliff Russell.  Cliff is dead now.  At that time he was the Father in a loving spirit that my real Father never was, between his drunken whisky binges.  One day while in my thirties I related to him my disappointment with an individual that I thought was a friend. 

Cliff had an easy way about him when he was offering advice. It was that “home-grown” attitude from being born and raised in Louisiana.  He related, “Johnny, let me show you, what your best friends in life look like.”  Slowly he withdrew from his pocket a roll of hundred dollar bills.  As the saying goes, “The roll was big enough to choke a horse.”  

Cliff went on to say, “This is your Little Green Friends. They will keep you warm when you are cold, cool when you are hot, and will buy you all the company, you will ever want, when you are lonely.”  To this day I have never forgotten one of the loving lessons given to me in my life from a dear, now departed friend.

 

  
"We need each other on a human level of communication." comment by John J. Rigo, Texas' Commentator

“We need each other on a human level of communication.” comment by John J. Rigo, Texas’ Commentator

My mind still does not accept they are gone from this world.
I find myself many a time reaching for a phone
to call them.
 
It is a select group
these souls that were a part of my life.
Some are friends
that cannot ever be replaced
in the deep meaning of their unselfish love of me.
 
Others were my parents
who I never really knew as people.
There was the apple of my eye,
my step-daughter of many years.
Truly the only daughter
I ever knew in my life.
 
There were others
that I would have liked to have known better
they are now gone
without any notice from my life.
 
At times I find them in my thoughts
mind speaking with them about different things
reaching and seeking unresponsive council  from now
an unfamilar place in my heart.
 
I know they are not really gone
they are just in a different place than me
a place that beckons me as my own death comes closer each day.
 
You see I never have gotten comfortable with Death.
So my dear friends
my dearest of loved ones
make a place for me.
 
A place where again
we can laugh and love
and talk about
all that is around us
each day of the eternity before us.
 
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I am glad I am here,
to remember you.
In recalling our time together
there were many joys.
 
There were also times of sorrow
we shared in those times.
We had something very special
in the friendship we shared.
 
It has been many years
since you passed on
still  I think of you
each day
and remember. 
 
 
I will never be far away
no matter where you are.
My heart will always be with you.
 
Never will you have to seek
to find me
for I will always be
as close as your heart.
 
There is a special place
for you and me
a place that will never go away.
 
A place where each day is made for you and me.
A place where each day becomes an eternal string of pearls
as we love and laugh through each setting sun.
 
Rising together each morning
with a song upon our lips
singing of our love for each other.
 
Through this eternity
and all others
to follow.

Picture Courtesy of “The Thinker” by Rodin in Paris

 
 
There are moments in my life
that I know that I am
at the edge of great thoughts.
 
A sentence
a phrase
that when read
would change the world.
 
Has hard as I push
I cannot find those words
they seem immediately lost to me.
 
Yet those moments of what can be
great revelation to share with others
seems so important to capture and share.
 
It is always after this time
of reaching so deeply within myself
that these three sentences keep playing in my mind.
 
He knows your pain.
He loves you.
He will be with you 
forever.
 
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.”  
scene from the movie "Solaris" with line of forgiveness.  Image courtesy of Google Image Search.

scene from the movie “Solaris” with line of forgiveness. Image courtesy of Google Image Search.

The words echoed in my head,
“Everything we have done is forgiven.”
My lips prior to hearing those words
forming words of asking for forgiveness
stepping off into the white light of eternity. 
 
Every hurt ever rendered to others
was now wiped clean from memory.
Pangs of guilt were no longer a part of me.
My Lord’s recall now even wiped clean.
 
What a blessed gift given to a contrite heart.
In His own Death for the vastness of our own sins
do we now find them forgiven.
 
Ms. Delores Clemons, Retired Director of the Bonham VA, on the left. Picture courtesy of Google Image Search by John J. Rigo.

Ms. Delores Clemons, Retired Director of the Bonham VA, on the left. Picture courtesy of Google Image Search by John J. Rigo.

Updated March 17th, 2014:  The below posting regarding my VA Hospital was written and posted for a period on February 24th, 2010.  My comments apply today as much as they did in 2010.  The major reason for the reposting, beside passing the word to my fellow vets on this great VA, was the recent retirement of its Director and my personal friend, Ms. Delores Clemons, who recently retired after over thirty years of service to this hospital. 

Dolores started as a secretary and moved up the ladder to finally become the Bonham VA’s beloved Director.  I, like the majority of the staff of this hospital, will miss her terribly.  In my last visit with her about a year ago, we visited in her office for close to an hour.  It was a meeting that stays in my memory in how greatly impressed I was personally with this individual. 

Ms. Clemons told me that she only had one question when interviewing a prospective employee.  That question was, “Can you love these Veterans like one of your own in your family?”  There will never be another like Delores Clemons.

 

Following is that posting from 2010:

I am an honorably discharged Air Force Veteran with four years of active duty served to my country.  approximately twenty-five years ago, I found myself unemployed and without health insurance.  It was at that time I discovered the V.A. Hospital in Bonham, Texas.  Today, I have more than adequate insurance.  Basically, any health care provider, I wish to use, I am insured with the ability to pick and chose.  Still in all this time, I have been an out-patient of the Bonham V.A. for over twenty years. 

My health Co-Pay care program through them has become an objective backstop with my regular family doctor and a host of specialities through the Baylor Hospital of Dallas. On a reasonable fee schedule, then most major hospitals for various medical services, they bill directly, my health care insurers for my visits.  In the event, a veteran does not have insurance of any kind, they will still receive the same high quality of health care at no charge.  The qualification: You must have been an honorably discharged veteran.

No where could one find finer health care for a veteran, with or without insurance.  You will find a staff that not only treats you with the highest standards of professionalism, but also makes one feel, on every visit, as part of a very special family.  If you are an honorably discharged veteran consider making your V.A. in Bonham, your back-up to your health care program……You will be glad you did.

Respectfully,

John J. Rigo, Air Force Veteran (1959-1963)

(Name of Hospital, location and phone number)

Sam Rayburn Memorial Veterans Center, 1201 E. 9th Street, Bonham, Texas 75418  Phone: 903 583-2111 or

1- 800 924-8387

  

Missing Malaysian Aircraft. Picture courtesy of Google Image Search.

Missing Malaysian Aircraft. Picture courtesy of Google Image Search.

Another picture of the new Freedom Tower in New York.  Picture courtesy of Google Image Search.

Another picture of the new Freedom Tower in New York. Picture courtesy of Google Image Search.

Another picture of missing Malaysian aircraft.  Picture courtesy of Google Image Search.

Another picture of missing Malaysian aircraft. Picture courtesy of Google Image Search.

Freedom Tower Building in New York. Picture courtesy of Google Image Search.

Freedom Tower Building in New York. Picture courtesy of Google Image Search.

The frightful thought entered my mind today.  Will the missing Malaysian aircraft be used in another 9/11 incident in crashing into the New Freedom Tower in New York?  The terrorist have been held at bay in attacks on our soil since 9/11.  Has our days of preventing this from happening again now facing a countdown?  Would it be possible to change all the outgoing signals on this craft coming into New York where it might seem to be a normal incoming flight? Are we now facing a major Terror Event on our Homeland by use of stolen commercial aircraft?

  

“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. 
Kemp, Texas: With courage to fire its City Manager and not replace. Picture courtesy of Google Image Search.

Kemp, Texas: With courage to fire its City Manager and not replace. Picture courtesy of Google Image Search.

This Commentary is a personal salute to the city council of Kemp, Texas, a neighboring city on the Cedar Creek Lake area of East Texas.  In this day and age to be paying a City Manager in the area of $100,000 plus in salary and benefits, especially in cities under 6,000 is pure crazy and without a regard for the welfare of its citizens. 

This Mayor and city council members demonstrated that they were “True Citizen Servers” in their decision to assuming this ex-City Manager’s duties and save their citizens a huge amount of money.  Money that could be better served in the future upgrading of their own water system.

In looking about the Cedar Creek Lake area and its smaller cities, a second look also needs to taken of Gun Barrel City and its City Manager and his $140,000 plus a year in salary and benefits.  In looking about the city and its poor enforcement of city codes, a known reputation for aggressive speed traps throughout the city, highly expensive city office buildings with a private restroom in the office of the City Manager no less; one has to question whether the city of Gun Barrel will also demonstrate the same courage in saving its residents and tax-payers a huge amount of wasted money. 

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Commentary on March 15th, 2014:  I am reposting what seems to be a popular poem that I wrote regarding our President.  Yesterday, while undergoing a medial procedure, my doctor and I shared our despise for President Obama.  Truthfully, I always choke up when I have to use the word “President” before Obama’s name.  If anyone in our history was not worthy of the title, Obama is the one.
 
My doctor is of course, an educated man but sadly lives in denial regarding the powers of Obama.  His take is that President Obama will never be impeached but is now “boxed in” and will not be able to bring any further harm to our country.
 
I tend to realize that this is the attitude of the majority of educated individuals that I come upon in my daily life.  There seems to be a trend where there is a lot of shouting and crying over the lying regime that Obama has put into place in our country but nothing is being accomplished by the Republican party, a party that has truly lost its way in leadership for our country. 
 
To my way of thinking reality will only set in when the majority of the white middle class of this country are herded into Federal “Care Camps” under Obama as they await the new gas chambers built by his administration.  When that day comes I will be dearly holding my American Flag and fighting to the death in an attempt to save my country from the tyranny of Obama. 
 
 
 
Somewhere along my journey
I stepped into a time machine.
I do not remember exactly when it happened.
I stepped forward in a strange land where a language
was spoken that did not sound like any tongue I knew.
 
The beings looked like me.
The planet seemed the same
but it was not.
 
There was a new god
in this land
in this dimension.
His name was Obama.
 
I looked closer at the eyes
of those about me.
Their was a strange blankness
in their eyes
an emptiness of spirit
I could not explain. 
 
I eagerly sought a sight of a flag pole
to see what land I might be in.
My eyes sought the Red, White and Blue.
 
Instead I looked with fright upon a flag
all to familiar from a past election.
God did not save us.
Our our Power Grid Towers in Danger? Image courtesy of Google Image Search.

Our our Power Grid Towers in Danger? Image courtesy of Google Image Search.

Power Grid out across the Nation?  What is our Media and Government thinking in revealing this? Image courtesy of Google Image Search

Power Grid out across the Nation? What is our Media and Government thinking in revealing this? Image courtesy of Google Image Search

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Are we know as a country rendering aid to our enemies?  Power Grid of US courtesy of Google Image Search.

Are we now as a country rendering aid to our enemies? Power Grid of US courtesy of Google Image Search.

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What is the Media and our Government thinking in revealing to the public our vulnerabilities in only nine major power grids taken out to cripple the United States?  Is the security of this country now so lax that we as a nation find it necessary to render aid to the enemies of the United States?  

Such information should have been rated Top Secret by the US government, up to and including the incident in California.  Is it the goal of our current President to find a way to declare Martial Law in our country? We need to assign high level security troops to each of those grids IMMEDIATEDLY!

As a young man in my four years of active duty service in the U. S. Air Force, I was privileged as an Administrative Specialist to receive the highest security clearance covering the entire NATO security system, that being NATO Cosmic Top Secret.  I understand clearly through my experiences the need for utmost security when it comes to revealing the weaknesses of our country from a military point of view.

We as American citizens in this nation need to contact our local government representative indicating our great anger in this information being revealed by “Our Very Government!”  Call, text, e-mail them today! 

 

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