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“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. 

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Copyright 2014 by John J. Rigo "The Tree is Me" taken on the morning of June 10th, 2014 at Northwood Shores on Cedar Creek Lake in East Texas.

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

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

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Courtesy of jillmariemasibag.wordpress.com

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

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Courtesy of bg-bg.facebook.com

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

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Courtesy of fineart.com

 
 
I closed my eyes:
 
The after-image of her was printed on the backside of my mind
the look of her neck bent backward
eyes closed.
 
That beautiful curve from her neck
to the tip of her breast.
There was a hint of sunrise
upon the horizon of her smile.
As a spirit I loved her
unaware of my own physical feelings.
 
It seemed I could not satisfy my need
to give her my love.
The flow seemed forever.
 
From moment to moment I explored her
no part untouched
or savored.
 
There was no shame in loving her.
We were eternal spirits
reunited in the flesh of our eternity.
 
I opened my eyes:
 
I am haunted by her
for the image remains.

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

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

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

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“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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Courtesy of Google search

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

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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.

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.

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

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Poem "Passion" by John J. Rigo.  Image courtesy of Google Image search.

Poem “Passion” by John J. Rigo. Image courtesy of Google Image search.

Is not passion
part of being human
part of the eternal of all of us?
 
Burn on
those ancient memories of love
never lost
but remembered
in the heat of the mind
felt in the heart
living in the soul.
 
Let me live
knowing that once
or many times
was I truly loved.
Beyond all of this
to where there is a place
special to only us.
 
A place that my hand never feels alone.
My breast never aches for your touch.
My loins never feel the cold of night.
 
In that love that binds us
forever held in each other’s arms.
Through this time
forever in our one love
beyond end
forever to be always
you and me.

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