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I recall telling my wife many years ago that within every man is a Knight in Shining Armour. Their only desire in life is to be the hero to their maiden.

John J. Rigo, Texas' Poet and Commentator's avatarTexas Poetry

 
 
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…

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I find myself lately thinking more and more of my past. At the end of this year my life will undergo a great change. I will have to let go of a home that I dearly love where my primary home is currently located in McKinney, Texas. I will be moving from a city home to a country home in the form of a farm in East Texas. It will be to pursue a dream that my wife has had for many years. I can only hope that her decision to leave our city home, the only real home I have known for over forty years, will be the right direction for our lives.  Lord bless my soon to be journey.

John J. Rigo, Texas' Poet and Commentator's avatarTexas Poetry

  
 
Often I think of you
in the time of our youth
when it was just us.
 
Sunshine glowed when we were together.
The grief of our former lives made us a pair.
Then our lives were simpler
filled with few things
but rich in much love.
 
Somethimes I wonder if you think of me on occasion.
Did you put aside
as I have
the separation of our love
the anger
the hurt
that we both suffered?
  
Beauty is in those memories.
The thoughts of us at that time are sweeter
and more beautiful when they cross my mind.
 
In daydreams of simpler times
my thoughts question where you are now
and did you find happiness?
Did you have the children
that we never had?
 
Althought many years have passed
I send to you my love from a former time
with blessing for your…

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This poem especially keeps returning to my thoughts. It relates the reality that all material things that are precious to us will fall away from us. What will be left is our spiritual relationships with others and the love that binds us together.

John J. Rigo, Texas' Poet and Commentator's avatarTexas Poetry

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My gift to you is neither gold or silver.
Diamonds can never hold the light of this gift.
Pearls will will never glow beyond the of this gift.
 
It is everlasting and eternal.
Within the gift is enclosed the song of angels.
Another part of the gift is the gentle breath of God
given in love to his creatures.
 
In many ways this gift has life within it
as it changes and grows.
My only valued possession of priceless value is this gift.
 
I give you this gift freely without restraint.
Beyond death it will always be yours.
I give thee my love my love. 
 
 

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It had been many years since he felt that way.
It was a rerun in his memory of the past.
There was fifty years between them.
She was outright flirting with him.
 
He was uncomfortable with it.
He was sitting right there with his Bride.
She acted like his bride was not even in the room.
 
Maybe it was how she got right into his face.
She looked at him like he was something really special.
She touched his knee under the table
as she kneeled before them on the side of the table
to take their dinner order.
 
Just when he accepted that his youth was long gone
she had to come along and remind him
what it felt like to be desired.
She was unfair in doing what she did.
 
Leaving behind the passions of youth
is not an easy thing for a man to do.
The move from passion to wisdom
is painful for any man.  
 
Perhaps ladies there is a lesson here.
Men of Passion never die in their hearts.
The burning heat of creation is part of their DNA.
Never treat your man like he is no longer alive.
 
Within every silver-headed man
still lies the young boy
remembering
wanting
desiring.
 
Laugh not at Passion.
It is as old as the centuries.
Forever faithful.
Forever remembering.
What it was like
to have been loved. 
 
Commentary on Poem:  Shortly after I posted this poem and shared it with one of my friends, their comment was, “John, some folks would just about do anything for a big tip, especially a twenty year old.”  His comment was filled with great laughter.  Frankly I joined the laughter with many big “Ha-Ha’s” on my part.  There is much truth in the saying,  “There is no fool, like an old fool.” Lol 
 
 

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By this path
the Lord has brought me to the present.
By this path
I have found His love for me.
Before I found this place in His love
I was a lost sinner in the depths of sorrow and darkness.
By this path
My Lord has brought me everlasting joy and His glory.
Bless this path.
Bless this day.
Blessed are we
who are truly in the mist of His love. 
 

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A Sun in our universe
exploding into billions of pieces of ash.
An existence of billions of years.
 
A daily occurrence in our Universe
is such in the millions of light years
around us.
 
Our lifetimes upon this Earth
but an average of seventy-odd years.
Dust and ash will we also become.
 
Is there a difference in these two happenings?
We can only pray there is
in an eternal soul blessed by the Father.
 
Make a difference in the Universe.
It is your gift to your Father.
Give a part of yourself this day. 
 

As of late I have been blessed in exchanging with WordPress members who have dealt with breast cancer. Hence my desire to repost this poem. Many would find it difficult to believe but breast cancer in men in now becoming more and more common.
John J. Rigo

John J. Rigo, Texas' Poet and Commentator's avatarTexas Poetry

 
She stood naked before me in the bathroom.
Before me I can see her beauty
amidst the scars of her two battles.
 
Breast cancer
twice in a ten year period.
 
Her left breast was twisted almost inward.
The scar under her arm pit made her nipple
bend inward toward her chest wall.
 
Upon her right breast the burn was clearly seen.
It was where six weeks of radiation were done
in one week. 
 
The right side was caved inward in this area of burn.
Her nipple stood straight high and proud on this breast. 
This was the breast that the doctor suggested
that she also have chemo due to her second bout.
 
Her hair had long grown back from this terror
of a heart-wrenching attack on her entire body.
 
As she smiled at me
and kissed the top of my head.
 
I thanked my Lord
for putting this…

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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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A bright blue sky day.
Water with a spray of diamonds.
Rays of warmth upon my face.
 
You at my side
with that special smile
that I love above all expressions
that pass over your face each day.
 
Let us hold this close to us
in what seems not enough time for
just the two of us.
 
Cherish this day
love this day
with all we have.
 
For we will never know
how many
if any
of these days are before us.
 
We have each other
with our love for one another.
What could be worth
more than just this day?

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Astronaut Neil Armstrong, first man to walk on moon, dies at age 82. A Salute to a Great American Hero, Neil Armstrong.  May your next adventure be your greatest one.