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"A perfect New Year's Eve" on Cedar Creek Lake in East Texas. Copyright 2014 John J. Rigo

“A perfect New Year’s Eve” on Cedar Creek Lake in East Texas. Copyright 2014 John J. Rigo


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Commentary:  We are preparing for the perfect New Year’s evening at home.  A Fire, a great tender steak, beef sausage, baked potato, with of course, the veggies, all with great Margaritas, me and my Bride.  Blessings and a great New Year’s Eve to my WordPress family! 
We sit quietly 
you and me.
I trace your lips
with the tip of my finger
your smile at my joy comes so easily to you.
The corner of your mouth dimples 
showing a special wrinkle that always speaks 
beauty to me.
The pressure of your lips pressed on my hand 
is warm and safe 
with just a hint of passion 
during a moonlight evening. 
I kiss your neck 
ever so lightly 
with a breath in a rush of air
upon your ears.
You then giggle and start to laugh. 
With the rise of your breasts in a deep breath 
you reach and place your lips 
warm and soft against mine. 
My heart pounds within my being. 
I rest on your chest. 
It is a perfect evening 
with just you and me.

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Courtesy of umazzing.com

As of December 31st, 2014, the “Texas‘ Poetry Site” reached another milestone of 64,000 plus hits.  My deepest thanks and appreciation to the WordPress family, and all those who share my spiritual poetry work, as well as my many followers in my new communities in Henderson County, Texas, Eustace, Texas, Gun Barrel City, Texas

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Our Beloved "Mickey" the oldest of our two pets.

Our Beloved “Mickey” the oldest of our two pets.

This poem was orginally posted on January 1st, 2012.
This coming January 5th, 2015, it will be three years since we lost our pets on that terrible day. Even though we have since been blessed by four new birds given to us, nothing will ever replace Mickey and Minnie.
Update on January 5th, 2012:  This past Wednesday night at 10 p.m., Channel Eight News at WFAA.com did a news piece on this story by reporter, Jobin Panicker.  It seems that this Frigidaire Gallery Electric stove is a “Killer” with the “self-clean” option engaged.  It is our belief that this option when engaged may have been the killer of many babies, older senior and pets over the years.  We believe the manufacturer of these products with the Telfon coatings have kept a low profile on these unreported deaths due to this malfunction and coating.   Following is the Link to that Channel Eight Dallas/Ft. Worth TV Story with full video:
Today we lost our Beloved Pets.
Mickey was the oldest of our two blue and gold parrots.
He was seventy-one in human years.
We had Mickey for over twenty-four years.
Minnie was fifty in human years.
We had her for over seventeen years.
We loved these two bird dearly.
They were our beloved family.
They were irreplaceable in our hearts.
The accident was tragic.
They were on their bird stands in our great room.
It was our beloved lake house on Cedar Creek Lake in Texas.
We had the new electric stove for a short while.
The night before my wife fixed a punkin pie for friends.
It was a New Years party and the home of our friends.
The pie boiled and overflowed in the oven.
This morning with the birds in room
my wife turned on the “self-clean” feature.
Within an hour the birds acted strangely
like they could not breath.
We rushed them both to the front
porch while they were grasping for breath.
They both died with minutes of each other.
We love Mickey and Minnie with all our hearts.
Our lives will never be the same without them. 

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Courtesy of dailymail.co.uk

(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.


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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“Honoring My Fellow Veterans This Christmas Season” copyright 2014 John J. Rigo, Texas Commentator

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
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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