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“Kill Shot” copyright 2012 John J. Rigo, upcoming poetry book, “Passion Amidst Apathy”

May 6, 2012 by John J. Rigo, Texas' Poet and Commentator

Courtesy of thefallenknight.com

 
 
The Kill Shot was the final blow to the heart.
There had been other shots fired in the relationship.
Carried wounds never enough to take down the human heart.
 
The shot of this morning was different.
I felt my heart burst into many pieces this time.
I felt nothing in my insides for you after the deed.
 
Forgiveness always came quickly in the past.
This time it was different.
The pain of your anger left a burry edge.
A place in my mind where you seemed to no longer to exist.
 
This great place of love for you
always with great reserve
always with great understanding
was no more.
 
Over the years there had been many fights
but this one was different.
This agrument was the Kill Shot.
 
What could be sadder
where there were was once love
and it is no longer there? 
 
When love falls on the field of life
never to laugh and play again.
Truly the Kill Shot of Love 
has brought death to a bleeding heart. 
 

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“I Would Take Romance Before My Death” copyright 2012 John J. Rigo, upcoming poetry book, “Passion Amidst Apathy”

May 5, 2012 by John J. Rigo, Texas' Poet and Commentator

 
 

Courtesy of movie “Casin0 Royale”

The movie scene seems always the same.
A beach scene on a beautiful sunny day.
A pair of lovers stretched out on the sands.
 
Kissing deeply as one.
The scene has played out in many movies.
The scene plays out in many a novel.
 
Everytime I watch the scene
or even read it in a novel
something cries out in me.
 
What could be more wonderful
than loved like that?
I would gladly trade
years of my life
for such days in my life.
 
Lord if there is a Heaven of chose.
Let that place in Eternity
be such a place for me.
 
 

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“There is Something Special About a Red Glass of Wine” copyright 2012 John J. Rigo, upcoming poetry book, “Passion Amidst Apathy”

May 4, 2012 by John J. Rigo, Texas' Poet and Commentator

 
 

“A Red Glass of Wine” by John J. Rigo, Texas’ Poet

There is something special about a red glass of wine.
Perhaps its the slow numbing effect that I Love.
Maybe it is the way it carries my mind into the past.
 
The petite blue eyes looking up at me.
Telling me how special I am to them.
The feel of that young tight body next to mine.
 
To be loved above all things.
What could be more wonderful?
To know that you are the Knight
in shining armour who can do no wrong?
 
I think I will get that second glass.
Who knows what wonderful thoughts
will now befall me?   
 

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Question? copyright 2005 John J. Rigo "Roses Amidst Thorns"

May 4, 2012 by John J. Rigo, Texas' Poet and Commentator

 

Courtesy of olliekane.blogspot.com

A singular line horizontally drawn.
Above a blue sky.
Below
a deep ocean of blue.
 
Is it the end of the world
or the beginning of another?
 
Standing still
there is no answer.
 
Only by moving forward
do we realize there is more
beyond a singular line.
 
Attitude?
Perspective?
Are they not one
and the same?
 

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"A Conversation about Life and Death" copyright 2005 John J. Rigo "Rainbows Amidst Storms"

May 2, 2012 by John J. Rigo, Texas' Poet and Commentator

 
 

Courtesy of aboveandbeyonddautism.blogspot.com

The Master’s hands were strong and hard
from years of work as a carpenter
just like his father.
 
The creation of His hands had a gentle quality
such as the toy camel and shepherd
He was crafting this night.
 
His sister had begged Him to make a toy for her child.
With love and humor He worked several nights.
In the back of the villa the room was small and cramped
making the carving difficult as the oil lamp light flickered.
 
Entering the doorway with a quiet sweep of the door blanket
came His sister’s oldest son.
Many questions burned in the mind
of this young man on this night.
 
Quietly he approached the Master
so as to not disturb His carving.
The young man whispered,
“Master do you have time to speak with me?”
 
Gently and with love the Master set the little wooden carving
aside and reached for the boy’s shoulder saying,
“What is troubling you this night
son of my sister?”
 
The boy replied,
“I am afraid about death
and where I will go when I die
since no one alive
has ever been to the place that dead people go
and returned
how am I to know what to expect?”
 
With patience and the deepest of kindness
toward the concerns of the young man
the Master spoke,
“Telling humanity of the world beyond death
would be like explaining
the sight of sunrise or sunset to a person
who had always been blind.”
 
He further explained,
“Beyond our lifetime is a world inconceivable
to the senses of man
beyond every gift rendered in this world around us. 
It is a world of being
in the midst of eternal love
and never fearing again.
 
It is knowing light beyond any light
we now know of in this world.
It is never being alone again
but cherished in the arms of a mother.
 
So will it be in the arms of our God
forever in eternal love
peace and happiness.”
So He spoke to me
the Master of my life.  
 

									


				

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"The Journey" copyright 2005 John J. Rigo "Roses Amidst Thorns"

				
May 1, 2012 by John J. Rigo, Texas' Poet and Commentator  

				


				

					
 


 


Courtesy of paintinsilove.com


A ship in the sea of life.


riding each wave of life


seeking the warm sun of each day


the beauty of each dream as night falls


is never lost


as it heads toward the curve


of each horizon.


 


Storms will blow


onward do we flow


in love and courage 


by His Hand.


 


Tomorrow brings the knowing 


in His love


the vastness of the ocean


is not so alone.


 


As long as we believe


we will never be alone


for His love


surpasses all of this


this and time beyond


this brief sea of life.

									


				

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"The Myth of Perfection" copyright 2005 John J. Rigo "Roses Amidst Thorns"

				
April 28, 2012 by John J. Rigo, Texas' Poet and Commentator  

				


				

					
Courtesy of fotolog.com


 


 


Many have the belief 


that there is perfection in this world.


It does not exist 


on this earth and plane for us.


 


We are only privileged to see


feel and hear parts of perfection


but never the whole of perfection.


 


The pieces that represent


the beauty of God and heaven


are shown in glimpses each day


in our lives on this earth.


 


It is our soul that catches these flashes of eternity


and renders us the perfection of God.


 


It is through prayer 


and centering ourselves 


in the love of God


that we are privileged to gain knowledge


of the eternity that is before us.

									


				

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"My Beloved Survivor" copyright 2009 (Possible PG13 rating) John J. Rigo, upcoming book, "Passion Amidst Apathy"

				
April 27, 2012 by John J. Rigo, Texas' Poet and Commentator  

				


				

					
Courtesy of Hubpages.com


 


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 beautiful


and strong woman


in my life.   

									


				

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"If I Could Speak the Right Words" copyright 2009 John J. Rigo, upcoming book, "Passion Amidst Apathy"

				
April 26, 2012 by John J. Rigo, Texas' Poet and Commentator  

				


				

					
 


 


Courtesy of cthru.com


If I could speak the right words of endearment


would you rush to be at my side?


 


Have we not been seeking the same dream


a dream yet unfounded in our time


upon this world?


 


If I could speak the right words


I would tell you how long I have been seeking you.


 


The space in my heart was never filled by others


for they were not you 


my love.


 


If I could speak the right words


they would tell you that I will immediately know


it is you


when you are before me.


 


The moment that our eyes will meet


we will know


we finally found each other.


 


If I could speak the right words of endearment


they would tell you of the eternity that I have spent


in seeking you.


 


A half soul 


a lost wanderer


a knight without a grail


have I been.


 


Complete my being.


Awaken at my side


make us one.


 


Never to be alone again


for the eternity


that is still before us.

									


				

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"My Gift" copyright 2005 John J. Rigo "Roses Amidst Thorns"

				
April 25, 2012 by John J. Rigo, Texas' Poet and Commentator  

				


				

					
Courtesy of Agung888 


 


 


 


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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