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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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“Riding into the “Valley of Debt” with Obama

Go down with Obama,
was the rallying cry of my great country.
Into the valley of debt rode the millions.
Upon their backs laid their now defunct,
IRA’s.
 
Their horses sucked in their last breaths,
as the storm clouds of a depression,
engulfed them.
 
Oh, our great leader Obama,
will praises of your name,
be sung down thru the ages,
or will your name be cursed,
by the children of these riders,
who have lost their dreams? 
 
Into the valley of bankruptcy rode the millions,
in their last days of glory.
In the deep recesses of the valley,
was this cry from the disenfranchised and the idle,
“Oh Save Us Obama,
from the Valley of Work, Taxes, and Love of our Country!”
 
“The democracy will cease to exist when you take away from those who are willing to work and give to those who would not.”  A Quote by Thomas Jefferson 
 

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There is something wonderous about a hug.
It is a way of saying,”you are special to me.”
A step beyond the boundries of formal convention.
 
The assurance of a heart touching a heart.
A touch of comfort to calm a grieving heart.  
A cheek touching a cheek
with a kiss of greeting.
 
Whether a man to man
or woman to woman
or man to woman
or woman to man
there are no limits to showing
our love for another.
 
We are all souls in His creation
with an eternal bond between us all.
The hug is the sign of our sisterhood and brotherhood.
 
Let it not become forgotten in your life
it is precious honey to the wounds of this life
forever giving
forever loving
in the wonder of love
to us all.
 
 

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Our Vineyard "Silver Star Winery of Texas" coming into fruitation.  Copyright 2014 John J. Rigo

Our Vineyard “Silver Star Winery of Texas” coming into fruitation. Copyright 2014 John J. Rigo

Log/trademark sign for Silver Star Winery of Texas copyright 2014 John J. Rigo

Log/trademark sign for Silver Star Winery of Texas copyright 2014 John J. Rigo

 

 

 
 
Walk tenderly on my dreams
for my dreams are me
with my soul exposed.
 
Judge not
the worth of my hopes
nor the possibility of their reality. 
 
If you are without encouraging words
then seal your lips in speaking of my dreams.
 
Are we not without hope
when stripped of our dreams and aspirations?
 
Look to yourself and ask
when were your own dreams scattered against
the rocks of time?
 
Take not your anger
with yourself
against those
who still have hope.

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Courtesy of film.com

 
 
There are many things I remember about my past.
Each memory
stones that built
who I am today.
 
The memories that have stayed with me the strongest
are those that recall when my life was rendered
a touch of kindness.
 
I remember the days well
in vivid detail.
The words spoken.
The smile given.
The touch of a hand upon my shoulder.
 
So in this day
if it is within your power
pass that touch of kindness
to another.
 
In so doing
you will be giving
a memory of strength to another
in their darkest times. 

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A Winter Scene from Cooperstown, N. Y.

Four years ago it was a visit to the Carrol Clinic in Dallas.
My back and hip had been hurting me for some time.
The findings were not good.
 
A Class Four hip.
A crack in my spine bone.
Two disks in my spine fused together.
 
I knew when it happened.
A fall over ten years ago while attempting to trim a tree
in our front yard.
 
The fall at that time resulted in nine staples in my head
and eventual surgery on my knee.
The other injuries laid in wait.
My future in enjoying the rest of my life was in doubt
with the activities I enjoyed so much in my past.
 
My mind went back to Cooperstown in upstate New York.
I was sixteen and working the summer on a dairy farm.
It was part of the “Fresh Air Program” of New York City for young men.
 
I remembered the rolling hay wagon.
Throwing ninety pound bales of hay
eight tiers high on the wagon.
 
I remembered the muscles in my arms
my strong thin waist
with a tan equal to a black man.
 
We worked hard that Summer.
It was the “Haying Season.”
The work went fourteen hours a day
seven days a week for two and half months.
 
Looking back now
I now realize how really happy I was
each of those summer days in Cooperstown.  

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Courtesy photo by Pat Dollins. Taken at Treasure Hunters Roadshow in Placerville.

 
I tried to think of a gift
that would be special to you.
A gift of treasure that would endure
thru the days of our lifes.
 
Would gold and jewels
things that could rust
and turn to dust
in the sands of time
be such a gift?
 
I think not
for the earth holds many trinkets from the ages.
Trinkets buried deeply in the earth
long forgotten of their purpose.
Forgotten of the song they held so long ago.
 
I give thee my words of my heart
that are enclosed within the eternity of my soul.
Eternity with such a gift
that will go beyond the decaying trinkets of the earth.
 
If it is God’s will that death should temporary seperate us
this gift shall be my seal of love
to clothe you in the light of my love
and carry you forward to the day
we shall meet again in the eternity that is before us.
 
It will be a place without pain
hurt or further sorrow for us.
A place where we shall again open the seal of my love.
A place where we will laugh again in joy each day
in the wonder of our love.

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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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“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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Cover of first published poetry book "Roses Amidst Thorns" 2005 by John J. Rigo

Cover of first published poetry book “Roses Amidst Thorns” 2005 by John J. Rigo

The realization brought a choking to my throat.

My eyes swelled in tears.

The realization came to me fully

that I will never be loved like that again.

 

The youthful memory of having a woman look at me like that again.

The reflection of a hero in her eyes.

Reflected also in the shining armor of a knight.

 

Ah sweet memories

if only the taste of those kisses

could return again,

would I know again

the joy of love.

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