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This day of October 1st, 2012 this poem is dedicated to those who would bring harm upon me and my family. I curse you this day in the Lord’s name. May horror, shame, hurt and destruction fall upon you and your households.  It is my hope that my recent certified mail letter to the Attorney General of Texas concerning your illegal activities will finally bring justice to your doors.  When you are both handcuffed and hauled away, look over your shoulder, you will see me and my wife laughing and clapping with joy.

John J. Rigo, Texas' Poet and Commentator's avatarTexas Poetry

 
 
My Brothers and Sisters
one belief to remember
is in the end
Evil defeats itself.
 
Once Evil was part of the heavenly Good.
In falling from the Sight of God
did Evil still have great power.
Never will this power
overcome Good.
 
Should Evil come upon you
believe in the Lord.
Have Faith in the Lord.
 
Love the Lord with all your being.
Patience
with prayer
will destroy Evil.
 
I know this to be true.
Praise and Glory to my Lord
and God.
 

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This afternoon on September 26th, 2012 I found myself in one of the local WalMarts in McKinney, Texas. As I was walking the rows I came across a full length mirror. At first I was shocked in realizing that the individual in the full length mirror was me. I was immediately reminded I now was an elderly man. I then remembered reading many years ago that a man’s self-image locks-in when he reaches 45 and from that point forward that self-image remains with him. I was reminded of this poem, which is one of my major first written poems, where the individual in the disco club (me) came to the same reality. The mirror reminded me that changes thru our lifes is always on-going and sadly without mercy toward us.

John J. Rigo, Texas' Poet and Commentator's avatarTexas Poetry

 

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Multicolored lighting amidst the sound
of rhythmic thunder pounded the huge hall.
The laughter and droning noises had a hollow metallic sound.
 
The human Ferris wheel was in motion around the center spoke.
Quick glaces, smiles…some real
other’s set in concrete faces.
There was quiet desperation set in the eyes of many.
 
Touching in passing moments of movement
were soft warm bodies
pressed against arms
hips brushing fingertips.
 
Out of loneliness did I seek this place
a passenger on a self-made time machine.
I am tired of too many futures coming to this moment.
 
I want the warmth of my youth.
Child-book romance where just the touch of a hand
freezes time in its beauty.
 
Primitive drums change tempo
the words are lost to the sensation of physical self.
Reality is moved to the edge of pulsating light beneath
the feet of bodies…

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I found myself in the early hours of the morning rereading this poem several times. It constantly reminds me of the blessings of my Lord. Thank you Lord for another day in being aware of Your Love for me.

John J. Rigo, Texas' Poet and Commentator's avatarTexas Poetry

 
 
It was the middle of the morning
as I awoke from a strange dream.
In the dream
I had died.
 
My spiritual body was perfect
I had no pain
I was connected to the Universe.
 
I suddenly awoke with a dread.
The dread being that you were not there.  
My hand reached across my left toward you.
 
My fingertips touched your arm
firm tender and round.
Peace covered me.
 
My other hand touched your hair.
In your sleep your hand raised above your head.
Your hand gently held mine while you were sleeping.
 
I then realized in this world
as long as you  were with me
everything was perfect in the Universe.

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I felt it necessary this morning to reblog this post. The memory is as clear today, as it was then. It pointed out to me, that we can overcome our parents and some of the horrors we had to overcome in our own lives in growing into maturity as a person.  Lord, thank you for this day and knowing love from others this day.

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I recalled this memory.
I was five or six
it was the middle of morning
when I hear my Mother moaning
in the lowest of voices
as to not wake my Brother or me.
“Please John, don’t hit me again.”
“Please don’t hurt me.”
Please….Please, you are hurting me.”
 
It has been sixty-five years
since that memory.
Still every once in a while
that memory returns
to haunt my very soul.
My Father came in late that night.
He had been drinking.

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I feel that anyone who writes poetry or any form of motivational writing wishes to make a positive difference in the world. Knowing perhaps that just a few words of encouragement rendered to another, may change their lives in a more positive way, is reward itself in the act of such writing. Have a blessed day.

John J. Rigo, Texas' Poet and Commentator's avatarTexas Poetry

 
 
If I could create the perfect poem
my poem would remove sorrow from the world.
It would bring smiles where there were tears.
Mend broken hearts and return love again.
 
The perfect poem 
would replace all loneliness
with the Joy of God’s Love.
Friends would never be lost again
but be eternal in their friendships with us.
 
Each day would start with the songs of birds.
Each night would end with the sighs of night.
Every soul would find God
and never again be separated from His Love.
 
Every kiss would be with true love
and never of betrayal.
The Devil would be finally destroyed by God.
We would all reign in Paradise in the mist of joy
……………………..forever.
 
 
 

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I am only for you.
A kiss given here
or a caress there.
 
Together our lives are a bouquet
marked by each petal of love
gently falling away
to our time together.

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"A Haven of Hope" A Dream of a Homeless Shelter for Henderson County in Texas.

 
 
It can be a place of hope.
A shelter of caring love
and future dreams.
 
A second chance for many
and a third chance for others.
A shelter beyond just protection
against rain, wind, heat and cold.
 
A complex overcoming the appearance of lost hope.
Warm beds, class rooms and a library at its core
offering new lifetime friendships in a common bond.
 
A destination that never closes a door to those who leave.
Helping hands with hearts exposed
in words and deeds rendered
to those who were without hope.
 
Are we not as great
as the least among us?
A new start for children
for beatened mothers
for our lost warriors
returning from war.
 
A light burning ever so brightly
in showing all who come
that love is not only just a word.
 
The “Haven of Hope”
a diamond in our mist
shining ever so brightly.

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"Your Little Green Friends"

One of my dearest friends from over thirty-five years ago was a gentleman by the name of Cliff Russell.  Cliff is dead now.  At that time he was the Father in a loving spirit that my real Father never was, between his drunken whisky binges.  One day while in my thirties I related to him my disappointment with an individual that I thought was a friend. 

Cliff had an easy way about him when he was offering advice. It was that “home-grown” attitude from being born and raised in Louisiana.  He related, “Johnny, let me show you, what your best friends in life look like.”  Slowly he withdrew from his pocket a roll of hundred dollar bills.  As the saying goes, “The roll was big enough to choke a horse.”  

Cliff went on to say, “This is your Little Green Friends. They will keep you warm when you are cold, cool when you are hot, and will buy you all the company, you will ever want, when you are lonely.”  To this day I have never forgotten one of the loving lessons given to me in my life from a dear, now departed friend.

 

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My dear Lord and Savior.

I come before You this day in a prayful request.

My request is for your healing of my WordPress friend.

Take away her physical and mental limitations this day,

that distance her from the joy of knowing Your Love.

Bring success in her goals,

and wealth to her life.

Thank you Lord,

for hearing my prayer this day.

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"A Gathering of Buzzards in the midst of sheep"

  

It was a small community health club where they met,

these men of “The Clothe.”

The meeting was twice a week.

A gathering of buzzards,

discussing their frightened flock of sheep.

They discussed the personal lives of their church members,

amidst laughter, as if they were, young girls in a locker room.

They spoke of the mental depression, the illnesses, and even

the marriage break-up’s of their charges within their churches.

Upon hearing of a transfer of one of their members to another’s church,

there was even more loud and boastful laughter among these men.

There was no subject regarding their charges,

that was too personal,

and too confidential,

for them to discuss among themselves.

Faithful church members,

were nothing more,

than chess pieces on a board,

to these men.

Jesus wept.

 

 

Famous Quote: “There is no more dangerous experiment than that of undertaking to be one thing before a man’s face, and another behind his back.”………….General Robert E. Lee (1807-1872)

Benjamin Franklin Saying: “All that’s necessary for evil to triumph is for good men to do nothing.”

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