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Basic Training and Adminstrative School, U.S. Air Force 1959, Lackland Air Force Base, Texas

Administrator, Cosmic Top Secret Control Registry for Headquaters ICEDEFOR under NATO Command, 1962-1963, John J. Rigo Airman First Class, Age 21

This blog posting is an opportunity to honor both fallen soldiers and living veterans across our nation. Only us former veterans who served can understand the bond we share, in the Love and Honor that we render to our country.  This blog posting is to honor those veterans who have served our country this Christmas season of 2014.   John J. Rigo Served honorably from 1959 to 1963 in the U.S. Air Force in both SAC and the NATO Commands.  My fellow veterans, families who have lost loved ones in service for their country, and those of you who Love America this Christmas season, feel free to post your “Like” link to show your support for our veterans.

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Steely the night shown against iced blackness
with a white diamond star blazing in the heavens.
Hints of soft voices whispered in the wind.
 
The weary shepherds pushed forward on their staffs
looking forward to the comfort of their tents.
Beyond the hills the sky glowed.
 
A choir of voices was heard with a sweet clarity
the sound of bells vibrated among the sound of horns.
The animals spooked deaf to the commands of their masters.
 
The wind increased in its volume and strength.
The shepherds were filled with fear.
Light overshadowed the darkness
during the midst of night.
 
Within the light formed
the most beautiful soft
white and gold of human-like forms
shining against the sky.
 
The shepherd’s breath stopped in their throats.
Filled with excitement and happiness beyond their capacity to describe
their skin prickled.
 
Heavenly voices brought words to their ears
words singing of kindness
understanding
peace
and anticipation to these men of the field.
 
The voices told of a special child that would
unlock the gates of fear and bring eternal love
to the future of the world.
 
This happened on a special night
a long long time ago. 
 
 

 

 

 

 
 

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I somehow lost Baby Jesus at Christmas.
I know they say Baby Jesus was born in September.
Still it never mattered to me.
 
Each Christmas I was filled with excitement of the news
of Baby Jesus’ birth.
That changed several years ago.
 
My family discovered a religion between Jewish
and something else.
They tend to make fun of the New Testament.
 
They say Jesus was just another man
like other famous men in the Bible.
I been a get alone in all of this.
 
Still in my heart
I know Baby Jesus came to save me.
Baby Jesus opened the gates of Heaven to all of us.
 
In my heart Baby Jesus is my Lord and Savior.
There was no Christmas tree at my home.
There were no lights upon my home.
 
No presents awaiting under a tree.
Still in my secret heart
I know Baby Jesus came for me.

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(The little boy’s story in the poem is true and a time from my own past.) This Christmas Season of 2014, I was thinking of my Father. This poem mentions him several times. I remember how dirty he was when he came home from work when I was a little boy. My Father was an iron and steel worker.  After he came home and took a bath, my Mother would then attempt to clean the ring out of the bathtub from his bath.  Many times with close to a half hour of scrubbing, she still could not get it out.  In those days, my Father made about a hundred dollars a week.  He worked very hard for that money.

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I remember fondly Christmas’ past
our first tree alive with lights
before it caught fire later that week.
 
I remember fondly the Christmas with toys.
Never before had my brother and I received toys.
How angry my Father became when we broke several
toys after a few hours of play.
 
It was my Father’s first Christmas bonus
as a steel worker.
He spent that bonus on toys for us that Christmas.
He thought those toys would never break.
 
I remember fondly a special Christmas as a kid
when no money was available whatsoever for toys.
We found a punch-out cardboard castle in a
department store window.
 
One dollar and ninety-eight cents was the price of that castle.
My young brother and I played with it for days.
A punch-out castle was the best toy we ever had.
 
I remember fondly Christmas past,
acting in the church Christmas pageant.
I was a little child with the beard of a prophet
shaking in a spotlight in the church play.
It snowed that night.
 
My best friend and I asked
permission to keep wearing the beards.
A most beautiful snow floated through the air
as we walked home together.
 
The dirty streets of the city were made
clean and white with heavy, swirling snow flakes.
We sang church carols walking home
our arms around each other’s shoulder.
How close to baby Jesus we were back then.
 
I remember fondly Christmas’ past
when life seemed so much simpler.
Joys more easily shared with
laughter much deeper than now.
 
Still I thank God that I had those Christmas’ past
even to this special day of a new Christmas.
Another December which will also will soon be gone
into the misty memory of another Christmas’ past.  
 
 
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Set aside your burden at my manger.
I have come to give My Love to you.
Side aside your fears
put away your tears.
 
Have I not promised by my arrival
eternal, everlasting joy to you.
Light beyond sight
sound in tune with angels’ voices
singing in My Love for you.
 
Come closer and bathe in my light.
Look into my eyes and see the innocence
in the truth of My Love
and care for you
now and forever. 
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I have been with WordPress with a continuing blog going on six years.  Texas Poetry. Net is my second major blog with WordPress.  Since my site is Christian based as a believer in Jesus Christ as my Savior, I found my previous blog site under “attack” almost two years ago at a point of almost 30,000 hits.  In anger I took the site down and deleted it. 

The contacts I received by e-mail and personal phone calls were overwhelming in bringing my new and previously published poetry work back to a WordPress site, hence the creation of Texas Poetry. Net. It is the greatest of thanks and appreciation that I fully realized that my WordPress Family has become “My Only Real Family” in my life.  Blessings to each and every one of you in your personal comments and encouragement on my postings over the last year. 

John J. Rigo, Texas' Poet and Commentator:

We are proud to announce that our new winery sign is here. “Stewart-Rigo Winery” formerly “Silver Star Winery of Texas”

Originally posted on Stewart-Rigo Winery:

Our New Sign for "Stewart-Rigo Winery" formerly "Silver Star Winery of Texas" copyright 2014 John J. Rigo

Our New Sign for “Stewart-Rigo Winery” formerly “Silver Star Winery of Texas” copyright 2014 John J. Rigo

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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.
 
 

lightofheavenAs death comes closer to my door

my eyes, though weak, seem to become clearer

about what I see about me.

Something about the look of God’s creations

that I did not notice before now

In seeing this creation

a wonderment stops my breath.

 

Is it the sound of wind singing

that I had not noticed before now?

Is it the vastness of the night skies filled with a beauty

beyond words that I cannot describe?

 

I find myself noticing beauty in people

a beauty that before

I did not see.

I see beauty in the old, the sick

the visions that I used to turn away from seeing

but no longer do.

 I feel the pain and joy of other people

I used to not feel such things.

The laughter of a child

ringing like a heavenly bell,

pealing in a meadow

sounds in my ears.

Is this God’s way of saying

“Look at what you have missed earlier in your life?”

I am not sure

but I do know

now I have become more thankful.

More thankful each day

for the gifts God has given to me.

 

I seem to be getting closer to heaven each day.

I now know, what I see, hear and Feel

are all but a small part of what will be in God’s world.

 

I can only hope

that in this twilight of my life

I might become worthy

in the areas that I have been unworthy.

May I be worthy of the love and blessings

He has given me in this life.

Thank you God

for this day.

 

Picture taken with Samsung smart phone on December 10th, 2014 at 706 at Northwood Shores on Cedar Creek Lake in East Texas.  Copyright 2014 by John J. Rigo

Picture taken with Samsung smart phone on December 10th, 2014 at 706 at Northwood Shores on Cedar Creek Lake in East Texas. Copyright 2014 by John J. Rigo

View from “Oz” at 7 a.m. on February 25th 2012 on Cedar Creek Lake, Texas
  

View from “Oz” on Cedar Creek Lake, Texas, February 25th 2012 at 7 a.m.

 

“Another View of God’s Church”

I have been to many churches in my lifetime.
None can compare to the beauty of my church.
My church lies outside my back door.
 
Before me lies miles of beautiful water
its beauty more clarifying upon a Sunrise morning.
The clouds above this church of God’s home
are higher than any church steeple.
 
There is no wall or ceiling painting to equal
the clouds above my church.
No gilded statue that equals the sun’s glory
as it breaks forth upon the horizon.
 
There is no choir that rises above the sweet sound
of the wind that sings across my ears.
There is no preacher, preaching to me
nor a basket asking for my coin.
No where else can one
be any closer to God.

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If I could be anything

I would be a healer.

A touch of a hand

would render all illnesses healed.

It was then the voice spoke and said,

“You are my healer.

For I will bring before you

those broken of spirit.

By simply sharing your own story

will their spirits be healed.”

It was then I realized

that we all are healers.

A Special Thank-You to our supporters in our future vineyard and winery in East Texas.

 
 

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

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

President Obama has proved himself to be an outright liar about Obamacare.

President Obama has proved himself to be an outright liar about Obamacare.

"What a picture of Lacking in Leadership Looks Like."

“What a picture of Lacking in Leadership Looks Like.”

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.

President Obama has purposely thrown the CIA and our National Law Enforcement Officers “Under The Bus.”  Why has Obama done this?” The answer is simple enough, it is called the law of Distraction.  With Obama’s last two years in office with issues dealing with the “Lies of Obamacare,” using the IRS against elements of the Republican middle class, “Benghazi” and the lost of our ambassador and hired Black Ops, “Fast and Furious” and our suppose “error” in giving high-powered weapons to the cartel, President Obama is prime for charges of treason and impeachment.

We are now a country in the world with our international intelligence network in total  jeopardy and law enforcement officers across the country in a negative, dark place in attitudes toward their government and being a law enforcement officer in general.  We as middle class America which represents a major portion of this country, need to insist with our representatives in Congress, that charges of Treason and Impeachment proceedings start forward against President Obama.

 
 
 

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A bright blue sky day.
Water with a spray of diamonds.
Rays of warmth upon my face.
 
You at my side
with that special smile
that I love above all expressions
that pass over your face each day.
 
Let us hold this close to us
in what seems not enough time for
just the two of us.
 
Cherish this day
love this day
with all we have.
 
For we will never know
how many
if any
of these days are before us.
 
We have each other
with our love for one another.
What could be worth
more than just this day?
 
 
 
It is the Christmas Season of 2014 here at Cedar Creek Lake in East Texas.  Today, I recall my long gone friends of many years.  Wherever you may both be this day,  remember this is one of your friends that misses you both terribly.
 
 
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.
 

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This poem comes from a true story in my life…..I think it is timeless in its message.   The lesson is that when two people share love, as I and my childhood bride did then, it truly was all the processions we needed.  
 
 
It was our first Christmas together.
We both were eighteen
with barely more
than the clothes on our backs.
 
I was just out of basic training
in the U.S. Air Force.
She had just graduated from high school
and then wrote a bus to Savannah, Georgia,
to join me
the love of her life.
 
We had rented a several room apartment
on the second floor of an old Savannah home.
It was in a falling-down condition.
 
The gifts we shared were inexpensive
but meant the world in their value
and meaning to each of us.
 
She gave me a St. Christopher‘s medal of Silver
while I gave her a Catholic missal.
She wanted to become a Catholic like me
prior to us getting married.
 
I took a picture of her opening her present.
The smile upon her face was beautiful.
It was a Christmas in 1960.
 
It will always be a Christmas
I will always remember.
The lesson I learned
that day was
the love between us
was truly
the greatest gift
we could have shared
that Christmas. 
 
 
 
"Seasons" in Mabank, Texas

“Seasons” in Mabank, Texas

Commentary from December 2nd, 2013:  To me, the Christmas Season is the time of year for me to remember those who have passed on that were important to my life.  Following is another poem about another of those special individuals in my own life.

 
 
Joe passed away on February 12th, 2010.
It was after the record snow storm of February 2010.
The power went out in their home.
 
He and is wife, Christine were moving into temporary
quarters in the New Comfort Inn of Mabank, Texas
when he quietly passed on.
Joe would have been 81.
 
Joe was a sweet, loving and very kind man.
He loved McKinney, Texas.
Whenever he spoke of McKinney
his face took on a glow of peace,
his childhood, his friends, his memories
were many of those days in McKinney.
 
There was a deep longing in his voice
for some of those memories.
Some of those memories were with extreme joy,
while others seemed to carry regret.
 
As with all of us,
one could not have lived a full life
without a certain amount of regret.
 
I will miss Joe
and our talks,
when he sat down with us to visit
at the “Seasons” restaurant in Mabank, Texas.
 
Joe was proud of his wife Christine.
Joe loved Christine
with the deepest of love.
 
I myself, only have one regret
that I did not have more time
to know Joe Burton even more.
 
People like Joe are very special humans.
Sadly in this day and age
there are not enough
special people
to go around
for us all. 
 
 
 
 
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Courtesy of backwoodsmama.com

Set aside your burden at my manger.
I have come to give My Love to you.
Side aside your fears
put away your tears.
 
Have I not promised by my arrival
eternal, everlasting joy to you.
Light beyond sight
sound in tune with angels’ voices
singing in My Love for you.
 
Come closer and bathe in my light.
Look into my eyes and see the innocence
in the truth of My Love
and care for you
now and forever. 
Silver Star Winery of Texas Silver Star Farm and Ranch of Texas

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

It is here before us, Christmas Day, another counting of our lives on this earth.  Over the last year my WordPress family of now a little over 449 followers, and now at 63,000 plus hits as of today, November 4th, 2014, have become more important in my life, than ever.  Within that select group is another special group of individuals, that I wish where with me this day, sitting at our dining room table this Christmas season. 

To each of you I render a special hug, and a heartfelt thanks for the many sharings via comments on my poetry work and personal view comments.  When the quality of your friends become many steps above the folks that you call you friend that are your reality friends, one truly knows then, they found the right place to be.  That place for me in my heart, is with my WordPress Family.  Blessings and peace to each of you in your future and our eternal lives together, with our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ

John J. Rigo and Linda Stewart-Rigo
Stewart-Rigo Winery formerly Silver Star Winery of Texas
Silver Star Farm and Ranch of Texas
12551 FM 2709
Eustace, Texas 75124
 
 
 
 
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This is a magical Christmas story from my past.
It was a new beginning for my life in 71′
a new marriage and becoming the Step-Father
of three children was my accomplishment.
 
It was Christmas eve 
just a few minutes before midnight.
We just got home from a trip to a family
gathering in Dallas.
 
It was cold with clear night skies
as we began to hear the sound of sleigh bells
over our home.
 
We all stood outside the front door
of our home in amazement,
as we hear the bells from far away
come closer overhead
then pass over our house
then on to the distance in sound.
 
We could not see anything overhead
but we all knew that evening
truly  St. Nick and his sleigh
had passed
somehow
over our home.
 
 

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As of November 25th, the “Texas‘ Poetry Site” reached another milestone of 63,000 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. 

Taken Sunrise on Black Friday, November 25th 2011 in Gun Barrel City on Cedar Creek Lake in Texas at OZ our lakehome

The following poem from my first published book, has been a favorite  poem for many years.  It has been republished several times in the Dallas Morning News, The McKinney Courier Gazette, and various major web sites.  From my family to yours, our best wishes and blessings.  

Over the last year, I am especially appreciative of all the positive feedback I have received on this WordPress web site.  Thank You All!

 
Blessings, a special gift from God.
Given in prayer
given when no hope
seems apparent.
 
 
Blessings bring joys
when there is darkness
laughter where there are tears.
Could these blessings be
but tears from God?
 
 
A way that our God lets us know,
that He truly is there
and yes
He does exist?
 
 
At times these gifts are given
when never expected
to let us know
truly love and concern
is there for us all. 
 
 
If you have forgotten on this day
the many special blessings rendered to you.
In this blessed thing called Life.
Get on your knees
render thanks to our God.
 
He will only bless you
with more of His eternal Love.
 
 
"Bundled Love Cards from the Past" copyright 2014 John J. Rigo

“Bundled Love Cards from the Past” copyright 2014 John J. Rigo

They were bundled greeting cards from the past.
They were behind some books in our library.
We were in the process of removing the books.
Our home was sold and we were moving.
 
My wife handled them with grace in finding them.
They were “Love Cards” from an old love in 84′.
Addressed to Johnny Rigo at Lone Star Cadillac.
A Cadillac dealership I worked for almost two years.
 
The dealership which was downtown Dallas
moved to Garland and was sold many years latter.
The head of the DeSanders family long dead.
His son hated the car business. 
 
As I set the cards aside without immediately reading them.
My wife remarked that she was happy that there was someone
who loved me then and took care of me with affection and comfort.
It was a stage of my life in 84′ after a seperation of a marriage
of 14 years and the responsibility of raising three step-children.
 
I hesitated to read the cards.
They sat on a night stand at our home
for a long time with a rubber band around them.
The cards spoke to me softly from their perch
saying, “Read us and Remember.” 
 
I reached for the cards and started reading.
Memories of you started flooding my mind.
Each of the cards were from you.
Each with a message of love from you.
 
I remembered you walking by my desk window
each day and watching the wind blow your dress
above your beautiful legs.
 
You waved and smiled a “Hello” each time you passed.
I finally found the courage to step out-door one day to speak to you
as you were getting ready to walk again by my window on Ross Avenue.
 
With my words of laughter that it was time to officially met.
I knew at “first verbal and eye to eye contact”
it was an immediate love connection for the both of us.
 
It was great loving you.
It was wonderful for us to sleep together whenever we could.
We were child-like in our discovering each other.
 
Deep within me I knew that we would never be permanent.
I remember breaking your heart one day.
Your tears for two hours on my answering machine.
You quite your job packed your bags and left town forever.
 
Today I am with the woman of my dreams.
We have been together now twenty-five years.
Every dream we have ever had together
we are accomplishing each day in the love we share.
 
I have you to thank for that
for you see
you taught me
how to love again. 
 
 
.....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.          
                                                                                      

 

                                                                                                                                

The Evil Face of ISIS.  Picture courtesy of Google Image Search.

The Evil Face of ISIS. Picture courtesy of Google Image Search.

 

Courtesy of crocodilestament.com "If Regan were here today, ISIS would not exist." quote by John J. Rigo, copyright 2014 Texas' Commentator

Courtesy of crocodilestament.com “If Regan were here today, ISIS would not exist.” quote by John J. Rigo, copyright 2014 Texas’ Commentator

There is not doubt in any United States citizen, that ISIS as a terror group is the greatest evil to be upon our earth.  These are vicious killers who have lost their rights to life itself in their killing of men, woman and children.  Killings by burying their prey alive and cutting off their heads in public executions demonstrates that fact.

President Obama please grow some balls as our President.  Become all you claim to be as a man and as our President over the last five and half years.  Use our limited nuclear arms capacity in field war http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/tactical_nuclear_weapon with ISIS and completely destroy them.  As to any captured terrorist, insure no trial but public executions within a day of their capture on the field of battle while insuring all such beheadings are televised.

 
 

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What is the name of that song?
It does not matter
let us be silly and dance
swirling and twirling across the floor.
 
Our youth flashes before our laughing faces.
Yesterdays move into the now of our beat together
swirling steps into the footprints of ashen time.
 
For a golden time
our memories of the pain in our past
is no more.
 
We have each other
with our own very special song
and our own very special dance. 
copyright 2014, John J. Rigo. Photo taken on Cedar Creek Lake in Texas on afternoon of 9/11/2014

copyright 2014, John J. Rigo. Photo taken on Cedar Creek Lake in Texas on afternoon of 9/11/2014

copyright 2013 John J. Rigo: Picture taken on Northwood Shores on Cedar Creek Lake in Texas on November 14th, 2013 with a Smartphone a 9:15 a.m.

copyright 2013 John J. Rigo: Picture taken on Northwood Shores on Cedar Creek Lake in Texas on November 14th, 2013 with a Smartphone a 9:15 a.m.

"A Sunrise each morning at Cedar Creek Lake in East Texas,  reminds me of all the blessings the Lord has rendered me." copyright 2014 John J. Rigo. Taken January 11th, 2013.

“A Sunrise each morning at Cedar Creek Lake in East Texas, reminds me of all the blessings the Lord has rendered me.” copyright 2014 John J. Rigo. Taken January 11th, 2013.

.....is never lost.  Picture courtesy of John J. Rigo copyrighted 2013. Taken December 29th, 2012.

…..is never lost. Picture courtesy of John J. Rigo copyrighted 2013. Taken December 29th, 2012.

Taken December 23rd, 2012.

Taken December 23rd, 2012.

Taken October 21st, 2012.

Taken October 21st, 2012.

View of Cedar Creek Lake in East Texas at Gun Barrel City on September 28th 2012 at 7 a.m. photo by John J. Rigo with Samsung Smart Phone

View of Cedar Creek Lake in East Texas at Gun Barrel City on September 28th 2012 at 7 a.m. photo by John J. Rigo with Samsung Smart Phone

Taken July 15th, 2012.

Taken July 15th, 2012.

Taken February 25th, 2012.

Taken February 25th, 2012.

Taken February 25th, 2012.

Taken February 25th, 2012.

Taken February 25th, 2012.

Taken February 25th, 2012.

Over the eight years that we have had our lake front home on Cedar Creek Lake in East Texas on Northwood Shores in Gun Barrel City, Texas, I have taken and shared hundreds of pictures on my WordPress blog.  This morning, I felt this recent picture is one of the best.  Have a great and blessed day to all! I thought I would share some other additional pictures also taken over time.  What is your favorite?

Lake front picture taken on Cedar Creek lake in East Texas.  Taken November 14, 2014 at 6:49 a.m. with Samsung Smart phone, copyright 2014 by John J. Rigo

Lake front picture taken on Cedar Creek lake in East Texas. Taken November 14, 2014 at 6:49 a.m. with Samsung Smart phone, copyright 2014 by John J. Rigo

Basic Training and Adminstrative School, U.S. Air Force 1959, Lackland Air Force Base, Texas

A Veteran's Memorial in Mabank Texas (In the Cedar Creek Lake area) noting my military service.

A Veteran’s Memorial in Mabank Texas (In the Cedar Creek Lake area) noting my military service.

Administrator, Cosmic Top Secret Control Registry for Headquaters ICEDEFOR under NATO Command, 1962-1963, John J. Rigo Airman First Class, Age 21

This blog posting is an opportunity to honor both fallen soldiers and living veterans across our nation. Only us former veterans who served can understand the bond we share, in the Love and Honor that we render to our country.  This blog posting is to honor those veterans who have served our country this Veterans Day of November 11th, 2014. John J. Rigo Served honorably from 1959 to 1963 in the U.S. Air Force in both SAC and the NATO Commands.  My fellow veterans, families who have lost loved ones in service for their country, and those of you who Love America this honored day, feel free to post your “Like” link to show your support for our veterans.

 
 
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.
 
 
Picture of John J. Rigo, Airman second class, US Air Force, Hunter AFB, Savannah, Georgia, Age 17, 1959. I will always be young at heart!

Picture of John J. Rigo, Airman second class, US Air Force, Hunter AFB, Savannah, Georgia, Age 17, 1959. I will always be young at heart!

Ernest Hemingway once related
that a man could not live a full life
without many regrets.
Such has life been for me
in over seventy years on the planet.
 
I now realize along the way
many saw my potential for greatness
I never saw what they saw.
 
There were many signs
of pending greatness.
I was too blind to see them
or hear them for that matter.
Even when those signs spoke
loudly to me.
 
I find myself today without
children from my own flesh.
A gift that was begged from
my childhood bride
but I was too stupid to give
at that childlike time in my early life.
 
At the time seeking financial
stability was more important to me.
There are many, many regrets from this time.
 
It seemed in my early youth
starting at 21
women were attracted to me.
I never really understood why.
I never thought of myself
as a good-looking man.
 
Along the way
I was blessed in meeting
and loving very beautiful woman.
 
Even today many of those
moments have not escaped my memory.
A sigh still sounds in my breath 
in recalling them. 
 
If there is truly a hell
in eternity
it is knowing
one can never change
those regrets.
 
Courtesy of nosmokeblown.com "Can Impeachment of Obama Save the United States?"

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

President Obama’s attitude in his news conference after the Republican Landside and takeover of the Senate was completely negative.  As the “king in a barrel,” Obama remains the self-centered, unswerving President bent on changing the nation to a country of his own design and will.

The Republican leadership came across naive and weak in press conferences in believing that President Obama will work with them as a true leader in leading the country on many of the dangerous issues now facing the United States’ precarious future.  There is only one path before all America in dealing with this President, he must be brought up on treason charges and impeached.  God save America from Obama.

 

Posted "Vote No to Gun Barrel City Taxes" posted throughout Gun Barrel City, Texas by John Congleton, a valued and respected homeowner in Gun Barrel City, Texas, copyright 2014 by John J. Rigo

Posted “Vote No to Gun Barrel City Taxes” posted throughout Gun Barrel City, Texas by John Congleton, a valued and respected homeowner in Gun Barrel City, Texas, copyright 2014 by John J. Rigo

Logo for Gun Barrel City, Texas.  Image courtesy of Google Image search.

Logo for Gun Barrel City, Texas. Image courtesy of Google Image search.

It is with great pride and humble appreciation that I render my thanks and appreciation to the registered voters of Gun Barrel City, who during early voting and today’s voting defeated the beginning of city taxes for GBC.  They, as my wife and I were able to see that these taxes in reality were all for the care, comfort and future security of the management team of the City of Gun Barrel City, Texas.  Hopefully, in this 4 to 1 no confidence vote against city taxes, indicated our citizens desire to make a clean sweep of our current city manager of eight years and many current members of our city council, in order to make a brighter and more prosperous future for our citizens.

A special salute to David Webb, editor of the Cedar Creek Lake website: http://cedarcreeklake.com who took time last night at 10 p.m. to personally call me and listen to my take on the good news of the defeat of said taxes with a final tally 971 Against to 268 votes For.  It was interesting to read in Mr. Webb’s columne of early this morning, how Mayor Pro Tem Dennis Baade of Gun Barrel City played the “Blame Game” against the citizens of Gun Barrel City in their “No” votes. 

Such games have been typical of the Obama administration over the last six years. It is a sign of the piss-poor management that the people of Gun Barrel City has in its city management and its entire city council.  “A Fish sinks from the Head down.”  A cry of joy in the Republican party finally being in control of the Senate.  Perhaps the country will now become blessed in moving forward with treason or impeachment proceedings against President Obama.  “Restore America, the land I Love.”

A Great Accomplishment for "Silver Star Winery of Texas" copyright 2014 by John J. Rigo

A Great Accomplishment for “Silver Star Winery of Texas” copyright 2014 by John J. Rigo

 

"My Bride" Linda Stewart-Rigo, a graduate of UC of Davis "Winemaking" copyright 2014 John J. RIgo

“My Bride” Linda Stewart-Rigo, a graduate of UC of Davis “Winemaking” copyright 2014 John J. RIgo

New Sign for "Stewart-Rigo Winery" formerly "Silver Star Winery of Texas" copyright 2014 John J. Rigo

New Sign for “Stewart-Rigo Winery” formerly “Silver Star Winery of Texas” copyright 2014 John J. Rigo

I am proud to announce that as of yesterday, that my bride of twenty-five years, Linda Stewart-Rigo received her Certificate of Completion from UC of Davis out of California for 185 hours of work toward “Winemaking.” The course consisted of five parts and took two years to complete on-line.  It qualifies my wife to be a manager and winemaker for “any” vineyard in the world with these credentials.

With the recent news that Napa valley in the future will now greatly restrict the approval any new vineyards and wineries, East Texas is now considered the next greatest explosion of vineyards and wineries in the world.  This is due to great growing conditions, availability of the Wilcox Aquifer and the reasonable acquisition of such lands in this part of Texas: http://stewart-rigowinery.com

Visit us soon in East Texas, 45 minutes from downtown Dallas, to see the fulfillment of our dream in Henderson County, Texas: http://stewart-rigowinery.com.  If you desire to receive consultant work on this subject, contact John J. Rigo at texascommentator@hotmail.com or phone me at 469-450-4144. 

 

Proposed Cover for my third non-profit poetry book.

Proposed Cover for my third non-profit poetry book.

Working toward simplicty of thought in poetry is the task of great writing.  When one can place a few words to express the wisdom of a bible, then and only then, have they reached the top of the mighty mountain of eternal thought.”

Quote by John J. Rigo, Texas’ Commentator and Poet

Courtesy of umazzing.com

As of October 31st, 2014, the “Texas‘ Poetry Site” reached another milestone of 62,000 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 heavenawaits.wordpress.com

A heart is a terrible thing to waste.
If one comes to you with this offering
do not scoff too quickly.
 
Love is a precious gift.
It is precious to the one who gives love
and very precious to the one who receives it.
 
Do not be hardened to this gift.
Accept this gift with kindness
and tenderness.
 
Love is the joy of life.
Love is the light of life.
Love is the soul of life.
 
Be thankful and gentle
in the receiving of love
even if this love
is not the love you seek.
 
Remember one day
you will be judged as a human.
You will be judged to the degree that you loved.
 
More importantly
how kindly you received love.
Love in its many forms
is God showing
His face to us.
A heart is a terrible thing to waste. 

“Riding into the “Valley of Debt” with Obama

Go down with Obama,
was the rallying cry of my great country.
Into the valley of debt rode the millions.
Upon their backs laid their now defunct,
IRA’s.
 
Their horses sucked in their last breaths,
as the storm clouds of a depression,
engulfed them.
 
Oh, our great leader Obama,
will praises of your name,
be sung down thru the ages,
or will your name be cursed,
by the children of these riders,
who have lost their dreams? 
 
Into the valley of bankruptcy rode the millions,
in their last days of glory.
In the deep recesses of the valley,
was this cry from the disenfranchised and the idle,
“Oh Save Us Obama,
from the Valley of Work, Taxes, and Love of our Country!”
 
“The democracy will cease to exist when you take away from those who are willing to work and give to those who would not.”  A Quote by Thomas Jefferson 
 
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 November 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 two years.

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