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“A First Love Remembered” copyright 2010 John J. Rigo, upcoming, “Passion Amidst Apathy”

Posted in "Youthful Memories" by John J. Rigo Texas' Poet, Poetry, upcoming book "Passion Amidst Apathy", tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , on August 3, 2014| Leave a Comment »

 
 

Age seventeen, top row, third from left.

 
What time never erases
is memories of a first love.
A sweetness of innocence never regained again.
 
It was a brief five minutes that our eyes met that summer day.
I a young man with the blue uniform of a brand new Air Force Recruit.
Tall strong and youthful at seventeen
still in the midst of basic training at an Air Force Base.
 
You at sixteen with a beauty that was clear and eternal of the moment.
My bus was leaving,
the connection of our eyes was unmistakenable.
In just minutes we swore a forever love between us.
 
Truly that moment was a magic
that will never be again.
Two parts of a universe
meeting in a most unlikely place.
 
It has been fifty-one years since that meeting.
Still I remember you from time to time
in such vivid detail.
 
I wish you Love in the journey you took beyond
the days of our permanent separation
five years latter.
 
Was I then a vessel of a lost ship
for a very long time.
The haunting of a First Love
never leaves Love’s Way.
 

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“A First Love Never Dies” copyright 2014 John J. Rigo, upcoming poetry book, “Passion Amidst Apathy”

Posted in "A First Love Never Leaves the Heart" a poem by John J. Rigo, A Love from our Childhood Never Dies, A Poem about "First Love" by John J. Rigo, tagged , , , , , , , , , on August 2, 2014| Leave a Comment »

The parks of Savannah, Georgia that we use to walk back in 1960. Picture courtesy of Google image search.

The parks of Savannah, Georgia that we use to walk back in 1960. Picture courtesy of Google image search.

There are times
the sadness just rolls over my chest.
Crushing ocean waves upon my heart.
Memories of you return.
 
A first love never dies.
Innocence in love’s discovery
of another.
Pure linen wash were we.
 
Time is a cruel thing.
Relentless in its forward movement.
Removing the taste of the moment
quickly from our lips.
 
Life was uncomplicated then.
Two lovers walking hand and hand
to a Walgreen’s breakfast for $1,98 each
after church in downtown Savannah.
 
The year was 1960
a young man of 18 was I
while you a newly 18
off a recent bus from Happy, Texas.
 
A story book love story
did we own in our shared love.
A first love never dies
but wings through eternity.
 

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“Waking Knight” copyright 2012 John J. Rigo, upcoming poetry book, “Passion Amidst Apathy”

Posted in A Poem by Award Winning Poet John J. Rigo, Another point of view on Heaven, Could This Be Our Life Beyond Death?, My Newest Favorite Poem, Poem, Poetry, The Soul Lives beyond our comprehension, tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , on August 2, 2014| Leave a Comment »

Image courtesy of Google Image Search. Poem by award winning poet John J. Rigo of East Texas.

Image courtesy of Google Image Search. Poem by award winning poet John J. Rigo of East Texas.

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

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

 
 
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 Prince,  Evil awaits for battle.
Prepare thyself.”
 
 
 
 

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“A Time Caught in the Past” copyright 2014, John J. Rigo, upcoming poetry book, “Passion Amidst Apathy”

Posted in The precious Gift of Memory, tagged , , , on August 1, 2014| Leave a Comment »

 
Jane Parrish, Oak Clif Apartments, Dallas, 1964

Jane Parrish, Oak Clif Apartments, Dallas, 1964

I found myself thinking of you this evening.
I had you in my arms.
We were kissing.
It was a long time ago.
 
I could not explain
why tears were rolling down my check
at that very moment.
 
Pershaps it was knowing
that time was now long gone.
The time we were starlight lovers
would never be again.
 
I am so thankful
this evening
that memory is still mine.

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