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Some say my poetry is sad.
Sometimes I cry when I read it.
Much of it is happy memories
the reaching back is what is hard.
 
I close my eyes and squeeze my mind.
Remembering every detail.
Each smell, each touch, each feeling
in those memories.
 
Youth has no appreciation for its time.
I know that now.
I miss the loves of the past.
 
Not so much the individuals
as much as the beauty of those moments.
Happiness, like flashes of thunder in a horizon.
 
Blinking fireflies in a warm summer night
watching a full moon lowering itself in the night.
Kisses that lingered
long past the actual kiss in sweetness.
 
Youth still abides in me
upon a lined and scarred face of time.
Oh hasten Heaven
for surely that is where my youth
now resides.
 
“In this world, we all watch time pass from distant shores.  In eternity all those moments still live.” commentary from John J. Rigo
 
 
I could feel her eyes upon me
from across the room.
I was in awe.
She was flirting with me.
 
She was in her early twenties. 
Her body
Her very beauty
were beyond words.
 
Her clothes were tight
across her skin amidst
soft flowing hair.
 
Her breasts stood proudly.
Full of promise and ripeness.
Her shorts tight on her thighs. 
 
My manhood stirred me.
A surprise surge of blood
between my legs.
 
I tried to look away
but was drawn to her
deep dark eyes of mystery
attempting to bear
my very soul.
 
She knew I was admiring
her thighs
smooth
strong and tanned
beneath the tight shorts.
 
She slowly opened
and closed her legs
speaking to me from
a distance of desires
yet unfulfilled.
 
I could taste her
from across the room.
Swirling heat assaulted
my senses as I attempted
to look away from her.
 
Upon leaving
She made it a point
to walk by my table
giving me an explosive smile 
with a knowing wink.
 
All I could do
was bow my head
in homage
to a goddess. 
 

“The Pillars of Heaven” taken by John J. Rigo on July 15, 2012 at 8:10 p.m. with a Smart phone camera. Taken on Northwood Shores on Cedar Creek Lake in East Texas looking Southwest.

 
 
The skies are keys to Heaven.
Each day as I gaze upon the landscape
I see Signs of what is behind our Heavenly Gate.
 
This evening my eyes beheld the pillars of Heaven.
The Power and Might of the Lord holding each pillar.
An awesome sight of gift to the eyes of a humble human.
 
 

Picture Courtesy of “The Thinker” by Rodin in Paris

 
 
There are moments in my life
that I know that I am
at the edge of great thoughts.
 
A sentence
a phrase
that when read
would change the world.
 
Has hard as I push
I cannot find those words
they seem immediately lost to me.
 
Yet those moments of what can be
great revelation to share with others
seems so important to capture and share.
 
It is always after this time
of reaching so deeply within myself
that these three sentences keep playing in my mind.
 
He knows your pain.
He loves you.
He will be with you 
forever.

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Last night a dream entered my peace.
It was you sobbing.
Crying for what could have been 
but it was not.
 
Outside of your world everything seemed perfect.
To others your world was without want.
It was not.
 
A part of your soul was seeking
but not finding
some special part of understanding.
 
The part that was compassion
of tenderness
that was not in your moment of being.
 
Was there hope to bind this wound
a wound so deep?
My arms reached for you.
 
Held you tight with lips to your ear.
Whispered I love you
I care
I know your pain.
 
I will always be here for you.
You slowly smiled.
Sunshine filled the room.  
 
 

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We sit quietly 
you and me.
 
I trace your lips
with the tip of my finger
your smile at my joy comes so easily to you.
 
The corner of your mouth dimples 
showing a special wrinkle that always speaks 
beauty to me.
  
The pressure of your lips pressed on my hand 
is warm and safe 
with just a hint of passion 
during a moonlight evening. 
 
I kiss your neck 
ever so lightly 
with a breath in a rush of air
upon your ears.
  
You then giggle and start to laugh. 
With the rise of your breasts in a deep breath 
you reach and place your lips 
warm and soft against mine. 
 
My heart pounds within my being. 
I rest on your chest. 
It is a perfect evening 
with just you and me.

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It is my belief that every poet in their lifetime, wishes to write that one poem, that is unforgettable through the ages.  As one who writes poetry as a hobby, as part of my non-profit charity work, I am no exception.  To me the greatest poem ever written was “Desiderata” by Max Ehrmann in 1927.  Another example of this poem beside the above can be found on: http://www.fleurdelis.com/desiderata.htm  It is my hope this poem in its reading will bring extra light to your day.

Beautiful Poetry in a Song Format. The song stays with you and haunts one.
John

 
 
Suppose there is a place like heaven
would you have the right to be there?
 
Would your life be an example to others?
Would you demonstrate passion
and love to others in your life?
 
Would you put the happiness of others
above yourself?
Would every secret thought in your heart
be one you would be proud to share with others?
 
Would you be the kind of human
who would bring pride
and love from your creator?
 
Suppose there is a place like heaven
would you have the right to be there?
 
Would you be
an example of Love
Tolerance
and Forgiveness toward others?
 
Suppose there is a place like heaven
would you have the right to be there?

It is summer. With it comes sandy surfs, sunshine days on the water and just great plain photos of folks enjoying the summer. I felt this Reblog represented all of those in the photos shown in this “Freshly Pressed” winner from the WordPress family of blogs.
Blessings in each of your journey’s this summer,
John J. Rigo, Texas Commentator and Poet from McKinney and Gun Barrel City, Texas, USA

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July 3 2012

Since I had to go down to the Old Port on some errands this afternoon I popped over to the Urban Beach to check out the sand sculptures on the Quai de l’Horloge. There are 3 sculptures in total that were done for the Art in the Sand (Art en Sable) competition held between 23rd June and 2nd July. Luckily the sculptures were still in pretty good shape.

I always find it sad that these great works of art in sand are normally eroded so quickly after their creation by the sea. In this case it will likely be a bulldozer or some city employees with shovels. Anyway, glad I was able to capture the grains of sand in their artistic form.

I highly recommend anyone who lives in or visits Montreal to take a Saute Moutons jet boat ride on the rapids. Boats leave from the Quai de…

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