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“Her Name was Rachael” copyright 2013, John J. Rigo, upcoming poetry book, “Passion Amidst Apathy”
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” A Haven of Hope” copyright 2009 by John J. Rigo, upcoming book, “Passion Amidst Apathy” A Dream of a Homeless Shelter for Henderson County in Texas
Posted in A Future Homeless Shelter for Henderson county Texas?, tagged a connection of all our souls, A McKinney Poets' charity programs, A McKinney Texas' Poet, A non-profit fund raising opportunity for the Collin County area of Texas, A Published McKinney Texas Poet, A published poet who has won the Collin County Texas Poetry Award, Author of "Amist Series of Poetry Books', Dream, Jesus, McKinney Texas, Psychology, Recreation, Social Sciences, Stepfamily, Texas, Winning Poem in Collin County Annual Poetry Award on December 21, 2013| Leave a Comment »
“A Haven of Hope” A Dream of a Homeless Shelter for Henderson County in Texas.
"I Broke Your Heart" copyright 2008 John J. Rigo future book, "Passion Amidst Apathy"
Posted in A Broken Heart, A Christmas-centered poem by John J. Rigo, tagged Arts, Literature, Online Writing, Poetry, relationships, Romance, Stories and Thoughts, Texas on December 21, 2013| Leave a Comment »
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“A Blessed Christmas to My Brother” copyright 2013 John J. Rigo, Texas’ Commentator
Posted in Christmas Greetings to Richard J. Rigo of Smithtown New York, tagged Message to Richard and Eileen Rigo of Smithtown New York, Richard J. Rigo of Smithtown New York, Smithtown New York on December 20, 2013| Leave a Comment »
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A Blessed Christmas to my younger Brother, Richard J. Rigo and his family of Smithtown, New York.
"The Magic Christmas Bells of Florence Street" copyright 2008 John J. Rigo, upcoming book, "Passion Amidst Apathy"
Posted in upcoming book "Passion Amidst Apathy", tagged Christianity, Christmas, Christmas Eve, Dallas, Holiday, Religion and Spirituality, Stepfamily, Texas on December 20, 2013| Leave a Comment »
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“Somewhere Along the Way” copyright 2013 John J. Rigo, upcoming poetry book “Passion Amidst Apathy”
Posted in A new poem in December 2013 by John J. Rigo, tagged Arts, Forgiveness, God, Jesus, Online Writing, Poetry, relationships, Romance on December 18, 2013| Leave a Comment »
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"I Remember Fondly Christmas’ Past" copyright 2005 by John J. Rigo, selection from "Rainbows Amidst Storms"
Posted in A Remembrance of Christmas by John J. Rigo, christmas Poems by John J. Rigo, dojinvest18443tracking, Selection from "Roses Amidst Thorns" published in 2005, tagged Child Jesus, Christmas, cyber_unit_henderson_county, Holiday, Jesus, Religion and Spirituality, Steel, Texas, Toy on December 17, 2013| Leave a Comment »
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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 2013, 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."The Journey" copyright 2005 John J. Rigo "Roses Amidst Thorns"
Posted in "Rainbows Amidst Storms" Second Published Book, A christmas journey, encrypted_divison_doj9640, Selection from "Roses Amidst Thorns" published in 2005, tagged Arts, deencrypted_pro_hendersonsheriffdept, doj/invg1579, dreams, Literature, Poetry, Psychology, Social Sciences, Texas, Works on December 17, 2013| Leave a Comment »
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“Death of a Home” copyright 2005 John J. Rigo, published poetry book, “Roses Amidst Thorns”
Posted in What "Tough Love" is all About., tagged Arts, Christmas, Drug overdose, God, marriage, Online Writing, Poetry, relationships, Stepfamily, Texas on December 16, 2013| Leave a Comment »
“The results of not practicing Tough Love”
Earlier in my life in a previous marriage I became a step-father to three children. When I married their Mother, the youngest boy was age six named _ _ _ _ _. _ _ _ _ _ _ was both a druggie, thief and mentally unbalanced. I suspect the mental problems came from his Father at his own birth since his real Father died of a drug overdose. The boy for fourteen years of that marriage brought me nothing but pain and grief each day of that marriage. When it came to choosing between me or him by now my ex-wife of more than thirty years ago, she choose him. He destroyed her life both from a mental point of view beside a financial one. Today my ex lives in the same now broken down home because of this boy who today in his late forties has been in and out of prison and more than likely is living with her. His life and her life are a great example of what “Tough Love” and its lack of on her part, is all about. The following poem is on the first page of my first published poetry book.
The house was saddened. Though occupied it appeared not. The uncut hedge nearest the street rose to a height of many feet. The brushes around the house had not been trimmed in close to a year. Amidst peeling paint and wild dandelions in the yard was a yearning for love which the house received year’s past. Inside the home pale and yellowed walls reflected the internal sickness that destroyed the love of its adult inhabitants. A sickness born of a young mind bounded by the disciplines of evil in his youth. Torn wallpaper marked the first surrender of this youth’s mother to a childish whim in year’s past. Pride departed now shown in the dishes and pots piled on the kitchen sink with crusted leftovers from last week. The curtains were partly open from a previous night not for the sun of day but a beacon to unwelcomed intruders of night by the youth of the house. The smell of evil engulfed the house. A pungent sickly odor exhaled by the youth of the house which brought the gaze of forgetfulness to the point of nowhere. He sat proudly overseeing his domain. His position secure to sleep to play to reach new highs in his world of bright lights and swirling thoughts. He had won. He now had his mother his protector and provider all to himself. The man of the house which became no one departed with his things. The youth laughed and laughed in sheer joy at his victory.
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"One Night" copyright 2005 John J. Rigo "Rainbows Amidst Storms"
Posted in "Rainbows Amidst Storms" Second Published Book, A Christmas Poem by John J. Rigo, Winner of Collin County Texas Poetry Award, tagged Arts, Barack Obama, Child Jesus, Christmas, Commentary (magazine), God, Jesus, Lord, Poetry, Texas, Wind, WordPress on December 19, 2013| Leave a Comment »
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