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“Praise and Glory to Yahweh My Lord and God’ Courtesy of allposters.com

Commentary for January 6th, 2015:  I know it is not right to feel a certain amount of joy when one who you knew was an enemy in your life falls on hard times or has great hardships in their lives.  Still, I have peace in knowing the “Pay-Back” of God,  far exceeds any human thing we can bring upon our enemies.  To those of you are such in my life, especially over the last year; keep in mind, this commentary and poem when it happens to you.  
 
 
I render praise to Yahweh my Lord and God.
He has relinquished all my enemies.
My camp was surrounded.
 
It seemed I was without hope.
My enemies brought false witness against me.
They cursed my name.  
A name of Praise given to me
by My Lord and God.
 
Each of my enemies were destroyed.
Their wealth was removed from their granaries.
There bodies were sickened with disease.
Their eyes locked into death before them. 
 
All Praise and Glory to Yahweh this day.
I see before me the beauty of a new day.
My enemies have become dust before me. 
 
 

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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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Commentary of October 10th, 2014:  My apology to my Followers.  October is Cancer Awareness Month and I am late in my postings of poetry work on the subject.  My Bride and beautiful wife is a “Two-Time Breast Cancer Survivor.”   She now is Cancer Free for Six years now.  The following poem is one I wrote when we were in the mist of her second bout.
 
I could see the sadness in her eyes
as each chunk of her golden hair came forth in her hand.
She placed her once shining, golden flax into a plastic bag
to be reminded of the beauty of her hair.
 
Her hair stylist assured her that baking soda
washed gently in her hair would prevent
the falling of her hair from her scalp.
 
In giving her this suggestion
the stylist refused to cut her hair shorter
in order to make her lost easier to bear.
The stylist was wrong.
 
Bear witness to the shining and blotched scalp
where beautiful golden hair once resided.
Nightmares of her past returned to her.
 
Remembrance of a childhood ring worm of her head
returned to haunt her again
of laughing classmates
finger-pointing to stocking capped head.
 
The Spector of Death upon a black chair
drove her to the decision
to move forward to this dreaded treatment.
 
Was the fear real
or made to fill the pockets of her doctors?
Payments for the Rolls convertible that sat
shiny and pale green in the doctor’s slot
of the cancer treatment center.
 
A large cow-like-barn room
where milking looking machines of death
pumped their questionable medicine into their hosts.
 
A winged angel of slow death
masked as an Angel of Life
to claim another possible victim
in its green flow of money from perhaps
its victims?
 
Dear God,
please protect
the one I love so dearly
from this possible
self-inflicted treatment.

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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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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 Lord, Evil awaits for battle.
Prepare thyself.”
 
 
 
 

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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 Lord, Evil awaits for battle.
Prepare thyself.”
 
 
 
 

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February 2nd, 2014:  In watching the Superbowl this evening thoughts of Elvis doing the half-time came to mind amidst the mindless noise of the half-time show.  Memories of seeing him in the seventies in Dallas came to mind.  To this day, that was an experience close to my heart.  Elvis,  I miss you.
 
http://www.elvisconcerts.com/newspapers/press391.htm
 
It seems just like yesterday that Elis died.
In all the years that have passed since that sad day
he is still in my heart.
 
His passion
his being
his songs spoke of my own feelings.
You see
I grew up with him.
 
I remember being blessed in seeing him in person.
It was Dallas 1975.
I had a tenth row seat.
 
I could see the sweat on his forehead.
For months afterward
I had dreams of that time
I got to spend with him.
There will never be another Elvis.

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