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Fear not in returning to the den of thy enemies,
the Lord is thy shield against all thy enemies.
The Lord has declared the destruction
of all those,
who curse you,
slander you,
plot against you,
and attempt to destroy you.
Return to the den of thy justice,
and tribulation in hand.
Watch,
as justice is carried out,
as the heads of thy evil enemies,
roll beneath your feet. 
The shining armour of light deflected evil this day.
Evil looked upon itself and reeled back in disgust of its own image.
The blade of right was swift and unseen by the evil ghost.
Spilled upon the dark mirrored floor was Evil’s own horror.
Rivers of corruption flowed from Evil’s heart,
To a place of darkness,
only known to it.
Where light will never enter,
and the pain of lonilness,
will forever be enduring.
Good has won this day.
Forever gaining strength,
to do battle,
another day.
 
 
 
“If Time and Money….” (Revised) copyright 2011 John J. Rigo
 

If Time and Money were no object.

I would string a row of hearts,

signed individually with the words,

“I Love You,”

to go around the world.

If Time and Money were no object.

I would etch your name on the highest mountain peak,

for all to see in declaring my love for you.

If Time and Money were no object.

I would have every poem ever written about Love,

be signed with my name,

and given to you.

If Time and Money were no object.

I would insure that you would never again,

have a sad day in your life.

 If Time and Money were no object.

I would be sure you would never have to worry again,

about gaining another pound. 

If Time and Money were no object.

I would insure that when looking into a mirror,

you will never see another wrinkle again.

 

 

 

 
 

Picture Courtesy of Jessie Veeder of the Veeder Ranch

It was a beautiful bank of clouds that was before us.
She turned her back toward me.
Her hands held my arms around her chest.
Each of my hands cupping her breasts.
She pushed her body against me.
Two becoming one in standing before that beauty.
It was an intimate moment,
I will never forget.
 
 
 
Last night, my dear friend Paul Yeager of McKinney, Texas passed away.  Paul was one of the last true American war hero’s who served unselfishly the McKinney, Texas’ community for many years.  Reference this link: http://www.turrentinejacksonmorrow.com/detail.php?id=6218   This poem is dedicated to his family:
 
 
If I should die before you
I will await you on a silver beach
with a golden sun.
 
If I should die before you
time will not move
until your steps are heard behind me.
 
I will know it is you.
I will hear your eternal breath
your low laughter as you approach
to join me.
 
If I should die before you
on the most perfect of days
together we will watch the waves
the breakers making only the most
perfect of patterns.
 
It will be a world that never has a bad day
on a silver beach
with a golden sun
in a special place
for you and me.
I stand with courage in the shadow of my Lord.
The Lord blesses me with His Love.
The Lord protects me from those who attempt to bring me harm.
His justice surpasses any justice man can render their enemies.
My enemies are fools.
As the fallen Angel thought of himself as a God,
he believed his own strength exceeded the Lord.
He shivers in fear before the Light of the Lord.
I kneel in homage and praise of my Lord’s Name,
with humble thanks for His timely justice.
 
 
   
 
 

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.

I awoke this morning,
with the warmth, taste, and smell of my dreams,
still lingering upon my body.
My lips were still moving in formed words,
of forgiveness, on my part,
with a request for forgiveness of those,
whose warmth I felt upon me.
 
I awoke with a joy,
and a sadness,
beyond words to describe.
I felt the need to tell of this dream,
this past night.
 
It was a dream of forgiveness,
forgiveness of the past.
A rejoining of old loves,
long gone from today,
but not forgotten.
The joy of reuniting was pure,
and without hurt.
The embraces were real.
The words of happiness real.
 
There was no bitterness,
other than the sweetness of memories from the past.
We had long forgiven each other,
for our past hurts.
Hurts rendered,
by our own lacking of thought.
 
The joy of the moment,
was all that was important.
I fought to hold on to those moments.
I did not want to let them go.
Moments of love, happiness,
revisited from days past.
 
Is this what love and happiness is all about,
in its reincarnation from the past?
Is this what the past-over in death,
to another life, is all about?
 
A new life with forgiveness,
behind us, and only joy before us?
If it is so, then I face death with hope and joy.
No longer will I have,
the dark fear that use to follow me.
 
Thank you Lord,
for giving me insight this day,
from the visits of my night.
I face this new day,
seeking new signs,
of my Lord’s Love for me. 
 
 
 
 
    

"There is a Place in My Heart for You"

There is a message in my heart for you.  It is written by my Lord, Jesus Christ.  He compels me to render this message to you.

You are My creation from my very own heart.
I Love you beyond all eternity.
I have made a place for you to always be with Me.
Never will you fear again,
or know of sorrow.
You will never be alone again.
You will spent  eternity in the mist of everlasting love.
Take My hand,
step into the darkness with courage.
In so doing,
will the joy of light,
be before you.

 

Linda, "The Ultimate Servant"

 
 
My Beloved just left.
The Ultimate Servant is she.
Always giving,
always receiving little in return.
More and more each day,
am I now believing that God,
must be a woman.
When she leaves on another mission,
of mercy and care for another,
I always find myself in sadness.
Never does it seem,
that I ever have the chance to tell her,
how much I love her,
and how precious she is,
to me.