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“Many times we must find and then lose Love to really appreciate it when finally finding it……. again.” quote John J. Rigo
 
Embrace your Youth.
The ticks of time move more quickly
than observed or counted. 
 
Embrace the Love of your Youth.
The embers lose their warm and glow
more quickly than our memories will capture.
 
Embrace the Wisdom 
that is bestowed upon you.
It will carry you
through the dark days
before you.  
 
Curse not your regrets.
They are but markers along the road. 
Regrets render the opportunity
to seek forgiveness.
 
Embrace your Lord
with Love and Worship.
He will Bless you along the road
and to the final place
of His Love for you. 
 
Dreams of Revelations

Dreams of Revelations

I awoke this morning
with the warmth, taste, and smell of my dreams
still lingering upon my body.
My lips were still moving in formed words
of forgiveness, on my part
with a request for forgiveness of those
whose warmth I felt upon me.
 
I awoke with a joy
and a sadness,
beyond words to describe.
I felt the need to tell of this dream
this past night.
 
It was a dream of forgiveness
forgiveness of the past.
A rejoining of old loves
long gone from today
but not forgotten.
The joy of reuniting was pure
and without hurt.
The embraces were real.
The words of happiness real.
 
There was no bitterness
other than the sweetness of memories from the past.
We had long forgiven each other
for our past hurts.
Hurts rendered
by our own lacking of thought.
 
The joy of the moment
was all that was important.
I fought to hold on to those moments.
I did not want to let them go.
Moments of love, happiness
revisited from days past.
 
Is this what love and happiness is all about
in its reincarnation from the past?
Is this what the past-over in death
to another life, is all about?
 
A new life with forgiveness
behind us, and only joy before us?
If it is so, then I face death with hope and joy.
No longer will I have
the dark fear that use to follow me.
 
Thank you Lord
for giving me insight this day
from the visits of my night.
I face this new day
seeking new signs
of my Lord’s Love for me. 
 
 
 
 
    
Courtesy of favena.blogspot.com

Courtesy of favena.blogspot.com

 
 
At times it would be nice
to have a pair of magic red shoes.
Just clicking them together three times
would do the trick.
 
Suddenly I would be transported
to wherever my mind of memory
would wish to go.
 
At this very moment
I could easily think of a dozen places
I would love to be at this moment.
 
Each time frame
would place me at a time and place
where I felt greatly loved.
 
Where there was a skip in my step
and a constant grin on my face.
I can easily bring to mind
scenes of such places in my past.
 
Skipping through a mall with her
like a school child.
Dancing with her
for the first time
with my arm around her waist. 
 
Ah yes then their were those
first kisses
always soft
always remembered
always joyful
in the way those kisses went to my toes.
 
Truthly knowing what I know now
would I have taken more time
to savor every moment.
 
Time in remembering every detail
of the places of my youth
where my magic red shoes
would have taken my heart.  

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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.
 
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.
 
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.”
 
 
 
 
 
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.
Courtesy of nosmokeblown.com "Will President Obama Resign or be Impeached"

Courtesy of nosmokeblown.com
“Will President Obama Resign or be Impeached”

Commentary: It was over five years ago that out of curiosity that I signed up for the “White House Letter.”  Yesterday I noted that there was an area in the most recent White House Letter where one can write a personal note to President Obama.  I have no doubt that any letters that are sent that are negative in nature ever see the light of Obama’s eyes, especially with the “Bubble World that Obama lives in.”  I recently wrote the below poem under the title of “Mr. Obama” with contents that I would like to send to him.  Perhaps since it is online, maybe he will actually see it and read it.  Hopefully, after reading it, He will “step-down” from office to save our country from his lack of ability to be a true leader of our country.  
 
 
 
 
Mr. Obama, as president of my country
you have managed to destroy the essence of my country.
It is a country that I dearly love.
 
I have served my country with honor
as a veteran with four years of duty.
I have a pride in my country
that you will never understand.
 
You see you never served in the military of our country.
Your eyes do not tear up as mine do when the flag passes me.
To you our country is all about you
it is not about the hundreds of thousands
who have died in defending the freedom
she represents.
 
Mr. Obama you have failed as a leader.
You have divided our country
with mistrust, hate and fear.
You have demonstrated that you are a liar
untrustworthy and a hate creator
in your quest for power.
 
You have proved
you are not worthy to be addressed
as Mr. President.
Mr. Obama be a man
resign as our President.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 

Courtesy of focusorlando.org "A Great example of the Democratic Party under Obama" copyright 2014 by John J. Rigo, Texas' Commentator and Poet.  Picture courtesy of Google image search.  Copyright applies to title.

Courtesy of focusorlando.org
“A Great example of the Democratic Party under Obama” copyright 2014 by John J. Rigo, Texas’ Commentator and Poet. Picture courtesy of Google image search. Copyright applies to title.

Over the last five and half years much has been written about the Obama administration and the state of affairs of our country.  To find our present state and possible future summed up on one page would be most difficult to find.  In my search, I have found such a page on the back cover of a book titled, “The Liberty Amendments” by Mark R. Levin.  The page takes several readings for the contents to fully soak in to one’s brain as to the reality of what destruction has occurred to our way of life under Obama in the last five and half years.

I listen to Mr. Levin’s radio show on a regular basis.  I am struck and am in awe of his “Passion” for the subject of our government.  A passion that I duly note is not present in the majority of our media today in reporting the truth as to what has befallen our country. Following is that page from the back book cover of Mr. Levin’s book:

“I undertook this project not because I believe the Constitution, as originally structured, is outdated and outmoded, thereby requiring modernization through amendments, but because of the opposite——-that is, the necessity and urgency of restoring constitutional republicanism and preserving the civil society from the growing authoritarianism of a federal Leviathan (author’s note: Obama?).

This is not doomsaying or fearmongering but an acknowledgement of the fact.  The Statists have been successful in their century-long march to disfigure and mangle the constitutional order and undo the social compact (author’s note:  Primary: The Obama Administration?).  To disclaim the Statists’ campaign and aims is to imprudently ignore the inventions and schemes hatched and promoted openly by their philosophers, experts, and academics, and the coercive application of their designs on the citizenry by a delusional governing elite (author’s note: The Democratic Party under Obama?).

Their handiwork is omnipresent, for all to see——a centralized and consolidated government with a ubiquitous network of laws and rtwules actively suppressing individual initiative, self interests, and success in the name of the greater good and on behalf of the larger community (author’s note:  The pushing forward of Obama care by the Democratic Party and Obama’s use of “executive orders” as it was not intended to be used).  Nearly all will be emasculated by it, including the inattentive, ambivalent, and disbelieving.”

——-Mark R. Levin

Additional Commentary by John J. Rigo, a Texas’ Commentator:  The upcoming mid-term elections in November of 2014 will go down in history as one of the most important election periods in the history of the United States.  No quarter can be given to Obama and his henchmen with the Democratic Party.  All Democrates must be litterally wiped out of each Senate and House race, and by wide margins lose to their Republican counterparts.  The two percent “Freeloaders” that put the election in Obama’s column, for two terms, must be convinced that their “Give us more free shit” days are over, unless Obama is rendered harmless by both houses being carried by the Republican Party.