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"Why Did It Take This Long?" copyright 2005 John J. Rigo "Roses Amidst Thorns"

September 6, 2013 by John J. Rigo, Texas' Poet and Commentator

 
 
A Poem by John J. Rigo Picture courtesy of google image search author unknown

A Poem by John J. Rigo
Picture courtesy of google image search
author unknown

Why did it take this long
to discover how much I love you?
All those days and nights are gone now.
 
I could have shared that time with you
more deeply than I did.
Kisses rendered with soul
instead of obligation.
 
Why did not share my fears with you?
Had I gotten to the place
that fear of being a fool
was more important
than sharing my soul with you?
 
I say to you
my friend
remember this
“If love sits next to you each day,
render to that love
praise and appreciation each day.”
 
In so doing
your days will not be filled with regrets
as my days are now filled
with spent sorrow.

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Bard on the Beach Shakespeare Festival

September 5, 2013 by John J. Rigo, Texas' Poet and Commentator

Patricia Jordan has one of my favorite blogs. I always find a worthy reblog on her site. This fellow is great in verbally relating Shakespeare, perhaps the greatest poet of all time.

Patricia Jordan's avatarWest Coast Living Canada

 

“All the world’s a stage, and all the men and women merely players: they have their exits and their entrances; and one man in his time plays many parts, his acts being seven ages.” -William Shakespeare

Bard on the Beach is Western Canada’s largest professional Shakespeare Festival. It has an annual attendance of more than 90,000 patrons, and is held in the Bard Village in Vanier Park from mid June to mid September in Vancouver, British Columbia. The Festival celebrates its 25th season in 2013.

Bard Village

The Bard Village is a lively gathering space for patrons to socialize prior to the performances. The Village has a concession, bar services, a gift shop and box office. The Village is open one hour prior to curtain. Performances are held in two tents in a unique setting on the waterfront. The 742-seat main stage tent is open-ended giving the audience…

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“Waking Knight” copyright 2012 John J. Rigo, upcoming poetry book, “Passion Amidst Apathy”

September 2, 2013 by John J. Rigo, Texas' Poet and Commentator

 
 

“The Kiss before the Battle with Evil”
Picture Courtesy of pathguy.com

 
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 Lord, Evil awaits for battle.
Prepare thyself.”
 
 
 
 

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“A Recent View” copyright 2013 “Have a Great Labor Day” Commentary by John J. Rigo

September 2, 2013 by John J. Rigo, Texas' Poet and Commentator

The below is a recent view from the porch of our lakehome in Gun Barrel CIty, Texas.  Each morning is a blessings.  Thank you my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ for loving me.

A recent picture from "OZ" our lakehome in Gun Barrel City, Texas

A recent picture from “OZ” our lakehome in Gun Barrel City, Texas

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“‘Red, White and Blue,” A Poem, and Personal Story, Dedicated to 9-11″ copyright 9-11-2001 John J. Rigo, poem selection from “Rainbows Amidst Storms”

September 1, 2013 by John J. Rigo, Texas' Poet and Commentator

   
 
 

courtesy of life.com

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.

…………………………………………………………………………………………………….

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.

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"Recalling" copyright 2005 John J. Rigo "Roses Amidst Thorns"

August 27, 2013 by John J. Rigo, Texas' Poet and Commentator

 
  

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In all the things
thou are to me
I remember now
then recall latter
the twinkle of your laughter
as you followed me quietly
as I ran from you in anger
over some silly thing.
 
There you stood
as I turned
with the biggest
of your smiles.
It was your way
of saying,
“I am sorry.”
 
As I remembered now
you knew more than anyone
the many ways
one can say
“I Love you.”
 
Did I remember also to let
you know this in my heart
at a time when it was
important to tell you
that I also love you
oh so very deeply? 

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"The Insight of Our Lives" copyright 2005 John J. Rigo "Roses Amidst Thorns"

August 26, 2013 by John J. Rigo, Texas' Poet and Commentator

 

 
 
"he insight of our Lives" by Texas' Poet John J. Rigo

“he insight of our Lives” by Texas’ Poet John J. Rigo

Every so often
God in His mercy
renders us the insight
of our lives.
 
The purpose of all of this
which most of the time
remains hidden.
 
It is a way of keeping the gift before us.
A way to show us what we are here for
and what is ahead.
 
A way of sharing the joy
to encourage us
to reward us
to place us on the path of wholeness.
 
It is but part of second
a flash of memory that lingers on
leaving the shape of hope
and faith bound to us
within the depth of us.

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“Jane is Death” copyright 2012 John J. Rigo, upcoming book, “Passion Amidst Apathy”

August 25, 2013 by John J. Rigo, Texas' Poet and Commentator

 
 

Jane Parrish, The Venus Apartments, Oak Cliff, 1965 Courtesy of blog.alexwaterhousehayward.com

It was about two years after we broke up that I learned Jane Parrish had died in an auto accident.  This poem is dedicated to her memory.
 
 
I awoke this morning with a start.
I had no thought of her
or dream of her for that matter
in over forty-five years.
 
We were to met again
in the dream.
I was nervous and fearful in seeing her again.
 
Within the dream I realized she truly was my first love
in discovering passion in my being with a woman.
I guess I had blocked her from my mind
all these years.
 
As I waited to see her again
I recalled all those nights of long ago
that sweating love making with her.
 
It was Summer when we met.
Even with the air conditioning at full blast
we both sweated profusely in love making. 
 
She was as tall as me at six feet
blond blue-eyed with beautiful fair skin.
During the time we were together
I could not believe that I was so blessed
in being loved by a woman like that. 
 
I do not know what I did
to lose her love for me.
I am sure
I also blocked that from my mind.
 
In the dream
we sat across from each other
moving our lips
but unable to form words
at the sight of each other.
 
We knew.
We felt the surge of our old passions
for each other.
 
There was nothing to forgive
between us.
There was
only the love to remember
between the both of us.
 
It was such a great dream.
Loved with such passion
is such a gift to us in our lives.
I awoke from the dream
with tears in my eyes.    

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“Hay Flash Sale” copyright 2013 John J. Rigo, Silver Star Winery of Texas

August 25, 2013 by John J. Rigo, Texas' Poet and Commentator

A Great “Flash Sale on Hay” before it becomes a $100 a bale in early Fall.

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"The Bradford Pear Tree of Club Lake Trail" copyright 2004, a lost poem recovered, preview poem, "Passion Amidst Apathy" This Poem is Dedicated to the Storm Victims of North Texas.

August 25, 2013 by John J. Rigo, Texas' Poet and Commentator

  

“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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