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I closed my eyes:
 
The after-image of her was printed on the backside of my mind
the look of her neck bent backward
eyes closed.
 
That beautiful curve from her neck
to the tip of her breast.
There was a hint of sunrise
upon the horizon of her smile.
As a spirit I loved her
unaware of my own physical feelings.
 
It seemed I could not satisfy my need
to give her my love.
The flow seemed forever.
 
From moment to moment I explored her
no part untouched
or savored.
 
There was no shame in loving her.
We were eternal spirits
reunited in the flesh of our eternity.
 
I opened my eyes:
 
I am haunted by her
for the image remains.
"Pending Storm" copyright 2014 by John J. Rigo. Taken at Northwood Shores on Cedar Creek Lake in East Texas at 5:47 P.M. on May 12th, 2014

“Pending Storm” copyright 2014 by John J. Rigo. Taken at Northwood Shores on Cedar Creek Lake in East Texas at 5:47 P.M. on May 12th, 2014

A pending storm is coming upon our nation.
A storm not of nature but created by man.
It may be the end of our nation as we know her.
 
The skies darken in the rooms of our leadership.
Darkness perceived of lies
darkness of mistruths
They are the symbols of Obama.
 
Free men have seen hate created
against each of us for another.
Our skins the same
but of different colors.
 
The Image of the Peace Maker is a false one.
We have the Divider before us.
A house becoming further divided
will soon fall.
 
Do not stand in silence.
The blood of those who died for us.
reddens the floors we walk this day.
Impeach Obama.
Save our Great Nation.
 
 
 
 
 
 

“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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A beautiful day beckoned.
The sides of the hills were golden
with fields of grain. 
 
The Cypress trees were green
among great expanses of gleaming flat rocks.
An ideal day born for the enjoyment of the sun
and the wondrous words of the Master.
 
The crowd began to thin toward the afternoon sunset.
The Master was weary.
Many were the questions of the day.
The answers required much of His strength to loudly speak
the words of wisdom to the crowd. 
 
As the Master prepared to depart
a young man in the crowd shouted a question
in His direction.
  
The Master’s followers tried to quiet the man
to preserve their Lord‘s voice.
They knew He was exhausted from the
long day of preaching.
 
The young man shouted again,
“Master, what can I do in my life that would be
pleasing to my Lord and God?”
In hearing this question
the crowd stopped movement
in their departure.
 
The crowd turned as one toward
where the Master stood.
Raising up to His full height
the Master looked over the crowd
with the kindest of smiles and He said,
 
“The mirrors of your own souls are within the eyes of
your brothers and sisters.
If you see hunger in those eyes around you
break the bread and share it.
 
If you see sorrow
share your tears with your brethren.
If fear overcomes your neighbors
stand with them
for numbers overcome fear.
 
Above all of these
love your neighbor
as you love your children.
My love protects your brethren
as it protects you.
 
This sharing of your love in my Father’s name
will be pleasing to your Lord and God.
In this sharing of your love without reserve
without reward
without a counting
will you be given
the glories of eternity.”
These words were spoken this day 
by the Master of my life.
 
Courtesy of focusorlando.org "Many claim to be God-fearing and loving" when truly they are but Evil in the Wolf in Sheep's Clothing.  Rejoice in Evil being overcome in your life by the Love of Jesus and the Father.

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“Many claim to be God-fearing and loving” when truly they are but Evil in the Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing. Rejoice in Evil being overcome in your life by the Love of Jesus and the Father.

 
In speaking before the crowd this day
the Master spoke these words,
“Rejoice, in that Evil attempts to bring harm to you
for it is a sign that Evil is losing its battle against you.
Rejoice in knowing that with my power
Evil is being overcome in your life.”
 
In speaking the Master turned toward me
placed His hands upon my head and said,
“I Bless thee with all the glory, strength of the Father
knowing you are doing His work in serving Me.
Know my sons and daughters
that I Love you and Am with you.”  
Poem "Passion" by John J. Rigo.  Image courtesy of Google Image search.

Poem “Passion” by John J. Rigo. Image courtesy of Google Image search.

Is not passion
part of being human
part of the eternal of all of us?
 
Burn on
those ancient memories of love
never lost
but remembered
in the heat of the mind
felt in the heart
living in the soul.
 
Let me live
knowing that once
or many times
was I truly loved.
Beyond all of this
to where there is a place
special to only us.
 
A place that my hand never feels alone.
My breast never aches for your touch.
My loins never feel the cold of night.
 
In that love that binds us
forever held in each other’s arms.
Through this time
forever in our one love
beyond end
forever to be always
you and me.
Silver Star Winery of Texas Silver Star Farm and Ranch of Texas

Silver Star Winery of Texas
Silver Star Farm and Ranch of Texas

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

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

 

First season cutting of beautifully done net-rolled hay 4×5 with approximate 10 percent protein.  A total of 66 bales on our farm and ranch in Eustace, Texas, nine miles from Gun Barrel City in East Texas on Cedar Creek Lake.  A firm selling price of $40 a bale, minimum sale of 10 bales please.  Loading not available.  Delivery available with minimum order of 18 bales with delivery fee of $20 a bale, within a 100 mile radius of Eustace, Texas, also firm prices on this service, no exceptions regardless of distance traveled.  Contact John J. Rigo at 469-450-4144 for appointment for inspection and purchase.  Copy of tax exception certificate needs to be rendered for no taxes to be paid.  All sales strictly cash or certified check.   Please no criers, haggles, poor mouthes and curiosity seekers need call. 

John J. Rigo’s name on the Veterans War Memorial in Mabank, Texas

John J. Rigo’s name on Veterans War Memorial in Mabank, Texas

As a senior, I know there is not unlimited time in my life to be in this world.  I believe we all want to leave some part of us in the world.  Something beside a tomb stone in a forgotten grave yard some place.  Perhaps the kind of grave yard where the tomb stone lays flat on the ground.  A place where huge grass cutting machines run across expanses of grass and weeds that sit among tomb stones. 

I am proud to say, there is a place marked for me.  It is a memorial of beauty in an East Texas town of Mabank.  The memorial is a salute to perhaps, some of the happinest days of my life.  It was my four years of active duty in the Air Force.  Knowing that this place exists where my name is among those who have served our country with honor, brings me a truly wonderful peace. 

Courtesy of thefallenknight.com "I have become a weary knight tired of battle."

Courtesy of thefallenknight.com
“I have become a weary knight tired of battle.”

I have been here before.
Looking back and not forward.
You realize your dreams will never be.
 
The greatest gifts of life came
when you were too immature to appreciate them.
Nevermore……Nevermore to be loved like that again
cry the words over and over in your head.
 
The children you wanted never were.
Your childhood sweet heart long gone.
Old wounds returning
reopening in their bleeding.
Your closest friends dead many years now.
 
You survey your trinkets of treasure.
There is no wagon that will trailer them to heaven.
It does not matter for all they will hold
will soon to be forgotten memories in a starless void.
 
Hopefully the ancients were right.
A cycle of constant renewal
till we get it right.
 
Oh Lord my Master and Creator
render me Wisdom in my first breath
in my new life so I may be pleasing to You.
Especially let me die in my next life
knowing that I was truly loved.

John J. Rigo A/lC, Registry custodian, Cosmic Top Secret Registry for ICEDEFOR from June 62′ to June 63′

Your lips will move
and render me praise
this Memorial Day.
Yet the words you will speak
will not be from your heart.
 
You see
you are a Democratic Liberal.   
In your youth
you became a professional student
in order to avoid serving your country.
 
The truth is
you feel anyone who serves
is a fool.
 
You feel differently than my Father
in his own love of our country.
My Father came to his country,
at age sixteen
on a boat to Ellis Island
from Northern Italy.
 
My Father had three goals
they were to seek
“Honest work
learn to speak English
and to become,
an American citizen.”
 
My Father felt it was a privilege
to be an American Citizen
of this great nation.
 
Today I look about me
at the millions who came to my country
illegally
and without any desire
to seek honest work
or speak our language
or ever to become American citizens.
 
As head leader of our Nation
you travel the world
apologizing for the glory of our Nation.
 
To those who have worked hard
lived within their means
watch their own children serve our country;
you ask them to share their hard-earned living
with those
 
who hate our country
have no work ethic
nor honor toward others.
 
Your policies are destroying the fabric of our country.  
My fellow citizens
who I have served
with honor for my country
do not let this continue and happen to
our country.
 
Step up,
at the voting booth
this coming November in 2014.
“Let us take back our country,
from those who do not love her.”