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As of May 22nd, 2014, the “Texas‘ Poetry Site” reached another milestone of 50,000 plus hits.  My deepest thanks and appreciation to the WordPress family, and all those who share my spiritual poetry work, as well as my Texas’ Commentary posts regarding my new communities in Henderson County, Texas, Eustace, Texas, Gun Barrel City, Texas and the Nation. 

   
 
 

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The following poem was written on the afternoon of 9-11.  It relates to the sorrow and pain of our country losing loved ones in a senseless killing of innocence in the deaths of 2,973.

“Red, White and Blue” copyright 9-11-2001 John J. Rigo

Red, White and Blue are the colors before me on this day.

It will be a day remembered by numbers used to summon help.

Nine, One and One, bring only the recall of white dust,

rock, and twisted steel in a sea of sorrow.

Can these tears wash away the pain

that this day brings?

Tears shed for those we love and are no more.

I cry out for my Brothers and Sisters in the depth of pain

that befalls their hearts.

Could there be a greater sin,

then a day so dark?

I think not.

I pray for peace, comfort, and hope,

for the souls rejoined with my Lord this day.

Red, White and Blue,

I cling to thee for hope, peace,

and healing in Thee.

For Thou are the only One,

Who can bring sense to this gruesome day of pain.

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Personal Story:  I was born and raised in New York City.  My younger, and only brother, Richard Rigo of Smithtown, New York worked as a building engineer within blocks of ground zero.  He commuted every day to his building in the city from Smithtown.

On the morning of the attacks, my concern was for his safety.  Blessfully, he was on his way to work when the attacks began.  He returned home safely.

Breafast at Cedar Creek Lake in East Texas" copyright by John J. Rigo

Breafast at Cedar Creek Lake in East Texas” copyright by John J. Rigo

"Another view from porch of our lakehome on Cedar Creek Lake in East Texas" copyright 2014 John J. Rigo

“Another view from porch of our lakehome on Cedar Creek Lake in East Texas” copyright 2014 John J. Rigo

"Corner of porch with flowers on Cedar Creek Lake in East Texas" Have a great day copyright 2014 John J. Rigo

“Corner of porch with flowers on Cedar Creek Lake in East Texas” Have a great day copyright 2014 John J. Rigo

"Views from porch at OZ Lakehome on Cedar Creek Lake in East Texas" copyright 2014 John J. Rigo

“Views from porch at OZ Lakehome on Cedar Creek Lake in East Texas” copyright 2014 John J. Rigo

"More views from porch of Lakefront home on Cedar Creek Lake in East Texas" copyright 2014 John J. Rigo

“More views from porch of Lakefront home on Cedar Creek Lake in East Texas” copyright 2014 John J. Rigo

It is breakfast time at Cedar Creek Lake in East Texas.
A time for sharing with my WordPress family.
Share my great breakfast that my bride has prepared.
 
Share this Saturday morning of May 17th, 2014
the beauty of Cedar Creek Lake
away from the care of big cities.
 
See the beauty of God’s creation.
Open skies and sparkling water abounds.
Truly God’s creation overcomes in beauty
snarling traffic and miles of concrete buildings.

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. 

 
 
 

“Parked in Doctor’s Slot at Cancer Treatment Center”

She is a two-time breast cancer survivor.
This dreaded disease lingers over her life each day.
Now in her senior years
she faces the lost of dear friends each day.
 
Each death of a friend by cancer brings back the fear to her.
Each similar pain suffered by cancer 
when shared by those who passed on
brings the horror that this may be a return
of the dark horror.
 
Her anger with the medical profession increases each day.
Billions of dollars have been spent in research over the years
yet the treatments are as backward as cave times.
 
Parked in the Doctors Slot of the cancer treatment center
is a Rolls Silver Cloud Convertible.
Its shiny green color
speaks of the monies that were drained from her body
as the fluid of death was put into her veins.
 
Cannot this horror of death
be destroyed
that takes us from our loved ones?

Without a real count I would guess there are thousands of so called “Reblog-Reblogger Sites on WordPress.” From my own past experience, many of them are done strickly for a numbers game where the orginator can quickly quote that they do 300-400 day. It is strickly a punch, pick, reblog operation with no real thought to a continuance of creative thought. This site is different, what I have read thus far shows great thought and a sensible parade of thoughts and postings on what is really happening to the world today. It takes courage to read on, because what is read is damm scary. The words between each posting ring on….Prepare…..Prepare…..Prepare….Prepare to die in defending what was once our great nation from the deception of Obama and his band of thugs.

cptnemo2013's avatarChastisement 2014

De-Dollarization: Russia Is On The Verge Of Dealing A Massive Blow To The Petrodollar

Michael Snyder
Economic Collapse
May 14, 2014
Is the petrodollar monopoly about to be shattered? When U.S. politicians started slapping economic sanctions on Russia, they probably never even imagined that there might be serious consequences for the United States.
But now the Russian media is reporting that the Russian Ministry of Finance is getting ready to pull the trigger on a “de-dollarization” plan. For decades, virtually all oil and natural gas around the world has been bought and sold for U.S. dollars. As I will explain below, this has been a massive advantage for the U.S. economy. In recent years, there have been rumblings by nations such as Russia and China about the need to change to a new system, but nobody has really had a big reason to upset the status quo. However, that has…

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One call dream, cannot they! 

 

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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One of the greatest gifts we can give ourselves
is to learn to love ourselves.
In loving ourselves
we realize that the premise that we must love another
such as ourselves is not part of the growth
that is part of our eternity.
 
In loving ourselves
we are no longer open to the qualities of others
in their own personal failures in loving themselves.
 
In this way
in the path of eternity
that we all walk
all those we will met
will then be complete unto themselves
as we have also become.
1927 Collin County Courthouse, McKinney Texas ...

1927 Collin County Courthouse, McKinney Texas Historical Marker (Photo credit: fables98)

 
 
The Old McKinney Square is gone.
The place of adventure and discovery
that I found as a young man in 1970.
 
My background was of one born in New York City.
I had no trinkets or heirlooms from my past.
Old decaying Brownstones in Harlem had no such things
especially from the poor family of an iron and steel worker.
 
I discovered the joy of collecting antiques
on the Old McKinney Square in those days.
The collecting became a passion for me
as I called each antique a precious find.
 
There was a magic in those crowded
dusty shelves
packed with hidden mystery.
 
Each shop owner
each dealer
became first name friends
with a smile and greeting
as I searched
a part of each day. 
 
It was about 2001
that my quests were no more
for you see
I ran out of space
for those treasures. 
 
Today in another April in 2013
added to my life.
I decided to again
visit my Old McKinney Square.
 
The warm friendly faces
that I once knew
where gone into the dusty trail of time.
 
The crowded shelves of discovery were no more.
The store fronts were new.
Their new chic names in Gold letters on them.
 
The antiques were new
made to look old.
They lacked a certain warmth
and history in their shiny new look.
 
My heart filled with sadness
for I then realized
I too would soon be gone.
 
The Old McKinney Square is gone
never remembered
but forgotten.
 
All my sweet memories
of joys past
will also be gone
into the eternal sunset.