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The following poem was written on the afternoon of 9-11.  It relates to the sorrow and pain of our country losing loved ones in a senseless killing of innocence in the deaths of 2,973.

“Red, White and Blue” copyright 9-11-2001 John J. Rigo

Red, White and Blue are the colors before me on this day.

It will be a day remembered by numbers used to summon help.

Nine, One and One, bring only the recall of white dust,

rock, and twisted steel in a sea of sorrow.

Can these tears wash away the pain

that this day brings?

Tears shed for those we love and are no more.

I cry out for my Brothers and Sisters in the depth of pain

that befalls their hearts.

Could there be a greater sin,

then a day so dark?

I think not.

I pray for peace, comfort, and hope,

for the souls rejoined with my Lord this day.

Red, White and Blue,

I cling to thee for hope, peace,

and healing in Thee.

For Thou are the only One,

Who can bring sense to this gruesome day of pain.

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Personal Story:  I was born and raised in New York City.  My younger, and only brother, Richard Rigo of Smithtown, New York worked as a building engineer within blocks of ground zero.  He commuted every day to his building in the city from Smithtown.

On the morning of the attacks, my concern was for his safety.  Blessfully, he was on his way to work when the attacks began.  He returned home safely.

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“The Lord Defeats my Enemies Thru Michael who brings Death and Destruction to their doors…..Bless the Lord’s name, be in awe in the power of his angel.”

There was a certain grace to the look of him facing death.
He did not seem to have succumbed to the idea of dying.
He stood tall and proud with a direct look into your eyes.
His bearing, his eyes, said many things.
 
His eyes said he had lived a life of honor
and without shame
as to who
and what he was
as a person.
 
If he was guilty of any deep emotion
it was to have loved too much.
He had loved many in his life
giving all he had to give
to each relationship
without a reserve held.
He was always the one hurt
the deepest in the leaving.
 
If you ever knew him
you would never forget him
whether for a few minutes or several years
in the sharing part of a day with him.
 
He lived as a man
protecting the ones he loved.
He loved in the best of circumstances.
He loved in the worst of circumstances.
 
I am glad I got to know him on a personal level.
There were days of doubt in knowing this person.
“Yes” as one said about him in a dissenting way
“He always came out smelling like a rose.”
 You ask, “How did I know this man so well?”
It was easy knowing him
for you see
he was me. 
 

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It was an open house of a new resident in the community.
I sat on point near a corner of the room
a kind of observation post of those coming into the room.
 
There you stood looking at me from afar.
There was a blackberry in your hand texting someone.
You came and sat next to me.
 
You asked me if the room seemed warm.
You told me your hands were sweating.
I explained that I got a kind of butterflies when I met new people.
 
I learned through disciple long ago to overcome being uncomfortable.
Forty years in sales changes many things about an individual.
You could not be more than eighteen
brown hair and the deepest of brown eyes.
 
You kept looking a me strangely
like you had always knew me.
A memory came to my mind.
It was my childhood bride of eighteen.
 
You looked very much like her.
Her eyes were also Brown. 
I remembered how I felt about her.
 
I loved her in a special deep way.
There is something about a first love
that always makes it special in memories through life.
 
I saw her in you
the hair
the eyes
the way you smiled at me.
 
We talked of college and your first year.
The difficulties you were having with some of your studies.
You said goodby in a formal way and left.
 
It was like you leaving again.
I think of you often and those early days
in my life that we shared as two lost children together.
 
There always will be something special about you
and those days in my mind
many years ago.
 
Take care my love
wherever you may be this day.
Remember that I still think of you
and yes in my way
I still love you.
 

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A Poem by John J. Rigo Picture courtesy of google image search author unknown

A Poem by John J. Rigo
Picture courtesy of google image search
author unknown

Why did it take this long
to discover how much I love you?
All those days and nights are gone now.
 
I could have shared that time with you
more deeply than I did.
Kisses rendered with soul
instead of obligation.
 
Why did not share my fears with you?
Had I gotten to the place
that fear of being a fool
was more important
than sharing my soul with you?
 
I say to you
my friend
remember this
“If love sits next to you each day,
render to that love
praise and appreciation each day.”
 
In so doing
your days will not be filled with regrets
as my days are now filled
with spent sorrow.

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Patricia Jordan has one of my favorite blogs. I always find a worthy reblog on her site. This fellow is great in verbally relating Shakespeare, perhaps the greatest poet of all time.

Patricia Jordan's avatarWest Coast Living Canada

 

“All the world’s a stage, and all the men and women merely players: they have their exits and their entrances; and one man in his time plays many parts, his acts being seven ages.” -William Shakespeare

Bard on the Beach is Western Canada’s largest professional Shakespeare Festival. It has an annual attendance of more than 90,000 patrons, and is held in the Bard Village in Vanier Park from mid June to mid September in Vancouver, British Columbia. The Festival celebrates its 25th season in 2013.

Bard Village

The Bard Village is a lively gathering space for patrons to socialize prior to the performances. The Village has a concession, bar services, a gift shop and box office. The Village is open one hour prior to curtain. Performances are held in two tents in a unique setting on the waterfront. The 742-seat main stage tent is open-ended giving the audience…

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“The Kiss before the Battle with Evil”
Picture Courtesy of pathguy.com

 
Commentary:  It is my belief that all creative writers look for markers along their writing journey that represent improvement in their craft.  This recent written poem is no exception in my almost thirty years of poetry writing.  Within the poem I see my belief in an afterlife,  I see myself as a warrior in defense against Evil representing my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ.  What a beautiful image to die and awake in such a place in one’s after life.  Thank you Lord for this life and all lives that will be ahead in eternity. 
 
 
 
I awoke
as from a sleep
of death.
 
Long gentle fingers
were rubbing my forehead
the side of my face
touching my lips.
 
As my eyes opened
I knew I was no longer
on my prior world of earth.
 
Before me I beheld
a beautiful maiden
of golden hair
skin of cream and light
eyes of blue/grey and gold.
 
There was no fear within me.
I was at a place where I was meant to be.
I was home in a castle of my Lord‘s place for me.
 
My eyes gazed upon my body.
Upon me where plates of armour.
Gold-Silver and various jewels
incrusted upon them.
 
As the maiden raised my head
I observed the symbols upon my breast-plate.
In the middle in Gold was a Lion.
 
On each side of it were Dragons
standing with their feet gently
touching the Lion.
 
Above the Lion
flew a Golden Eagle
with wings of silver.
 
My armour gleamed
from head to toe
in this beautiful creation.
 
What battle has my Lord
prepared for me in this place?
Who was this maiden
who touches me with a loving touch?
 
The maiden spoke,
“My Lord, Evil awaits for battle.
Prepare thyself.”
 
 
 
 

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The below is a recent view from the porch of our lakehome in Gun Barrel CIty, Texas.  Each morning is a blessings.  Thank you my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ for loving me.

A recent picture from "OZ" our lakehome in Gun Barrel City, Texas

A recent picture from “OZ” our lakehome in Gun Barrel City, Texas

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courtesy of life.com

The following poem was written on the afternoon of 9-11.  It relates to the sorrow and pain of our country losing loved ones in a senseless killing of innocence in the deaths of 2,973.

“Red, White and Blue” copyright 9-11-2001 John J. Rigo

Red, White and Blue are the colors before me on this day.

It will be a day remembered by numbers used to summon help.

Nine, One and One, bring only the recall of white dust,

rock, and twisted steel in a sea of sorrow.

Can these tears wash away the pain

that this day brings?

Tears shed for those we love and are no more.

I cry out for my Brothers and Sisters in the depth of pain

that befalls their hearts.

Could there be a greater sin,

then a day so dark?

I think not.

I pray for peace, comfort, and hope,

for the souls rejoined with my Lord this day.

Red, White and Blue,

I cling to thee for hope, peace,

and healing in Thee.

For Thou are the only One,

Who can bring sense to this gruesome day of pain.

…………………………………………………………………………………………………….

Personal Story:  I was born and raised in New York City.  My younger, and only brother, Richard Rigo of Smithtown, New York worked as a building engineer within blocks of ground zero.  He commuted every day to his building in the city from Smithtown.

On the morning of the attacks, my concern was for his safety.  Blessfully, he was on his way to work when the attacks began.  He returned home safely.

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