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Courtesy of followshipofminds.wordpress.com

I believe in America.
Land where my heart lives.
It is a land of accomplished dreams.
A land of courage.
A land that accepts all comers.
A land that gives hope to us all.
 
America overcomes all those who attempt
to bring evil to her shores.
America is the beacon of freedom to the world.
 
America is my land.
America is my home.
Keep America strong.
Impeach Obama.
 
If you do not love
America
please leave her.
 

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Courtesy of theo2011.blogspot.com

 
 
The meal was simple
one of bread, fruits, and vegetables from the field.
The conversation was good-natured
and spirited among the men.
 
He sat among them quietly
with a smile of love upon His gentle face.
These men had been with Him for many months.
They were closer than His brothers of birth.
 
He called to the server for a bowl of water
and a simple cloth to wash His hands.
They stopped speaking and turned to Him.
They knew the time to listen had come.
 
With courage the one closest to Him asked,
“Master, how am I to know the face of evil?”
“The Serpent takes many forms,” said the Master.
 
He placed His hands together
each fingertip touching the other
forming a circle.
 
“Within this circle appears air
and nothing to fear
but I say unto you
the Serpent can take any shape or form
seeminly without consequences of punishment or terror,”
said the Master.
 
“At the beginning of eternity
when my Father make your souls
an awareness of knowing evil.
He rendered to your souls an eternal power against evil.
 
When my inner voice speaks to you
know then
my brothers
evil is next to you.”
 
The Masters’ eyes lifted upward
and cautioned,
“Only by crying out your God’s name
will you be protected from Evil.”
 
Then He lowered His head sadly lamenting,
“To ignore this warning will place you in the hold
of the serpent
and you may become forever lost.
 
So I say to you
your heavenly Master and Father
I love you beyond the value or joys of this world.
 
Keep your faith
and ye shall be with us
in love and light in eternity.”
so He spoke to me,
the Master of my life. 
 

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Every one who writes poetry has favorites. I am no different. Following is one of my favorite written poems from 2005. It speaks volumes about my own life to date.

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

 
 
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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Courtesy of heavenawaits.wordpress.com

A heart is a terrible thing to waste.
If one comes to you with this offering
do not scoff too quickly.
 
Love is a precious gift.
It is precious to the one who gives love
and very precious to the one who receives it.
 
Do not be hardened to this gift.
Accept this gift with kindness
and tenderness.
 
Love is the joy of life.
Love is the light of life.
Love is the soul of life.
 
Be thankful and gentle
in the receiving of love
even if this love
is not the love you seek.
 
Remember one day
you will be judged as a human.
You will be judged to the degree that you loved.
 
More importantly
how kindly you received love.
Love in its many forms
is God showing
His face to us.
A heart is a terrible thing to waste. 

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Courtesy photo by Pat Dollins. Taken at Treasure Hunters Roadshow in Placerville.

 
 
I tried to think of a gift
that would be special to you.
A gift of treasure that would endure
thru the days of your life.
 
Would gold and jewels
things that could rust
and turn to dust
in the sands of time
be such a gift?
 
I think not
for the earth holds many trinkets from the ages.
Trinkets buried deeply in the earth
long forgotten of their purpose.
Forgotten of the song they held so long ago.
 
I give thee my words of my heart
that are enclosed within the eternity of my soul.
Eternity with such a gift
that will go beyond the decaying trinkets of the earth.
 
If it is God’s will that death should temporary seperate us
this gift shall be my seal of love
to clothe you in the light of my love
and carry you forward to the day
we shall meet again in the eternity that is before us.
 
It will be a place without pain
hurt or further sorrow for us.
A place where we shall again open the seal of my love.
A place where we will laugh again in joy each day
in the wonder of our love.

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Courtesy of bloggingprince.blogspot.com

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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Courtesy of dreamingmom.blogspot.com

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.

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Courtesy of livingthebalancelife.com

 
 
 
The road we travel is not the same road for all of us.
When you see someone in pain.

Reach Out

Give some part of yourself to make their day
a day filled with less pain.
Love goes beyond just words in our daily life.
We need to give beyond ourselves.

Reach Out

Give a part of yourself.
You will only become more human
in your caring and giving.

Reach Out

You too have felt the pain of loneliness
and deep blackness.
Love came to you in blessings you never thought would be.
They came to you.

Reach Out

Remember to share your fortune.
We are one
that is the soul of all of us.

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Proposed Book Jacket for upcoming poetry book, “Passion Amidst Apathy” by John J. Rigo

It was a like a double slap to my soul
when the full realization came to me this morning.
The best parts of my life are behind me.
It was now the reality
it was all downhill now.
  
From this point
it will be the aging process taking  its toll.
Sickness, pain, grieve, sorrow will be common daily friends.
Many medical professionals will call this a state of depression
while I consider that one should be mature to stand up to a reality check.
 
The greatest gift that I can hope to maintain
is the gift of my memory of time in recalling my life.
The times that I felt I was truly loved.
Loved to a depth beyond just words.
It seem the word “Love” is carelessly used by many.
 
I have found myself in a place
that the greatest peace comes to me
when I am totally alone with my God.
Speaking with Him
as my closest friend
brings me great comfort.
 
There has been more disappointments in my life
with those who claim to be “Men of God.”
I now look at my experiences with organized religion
as another form of cosmic joke on humans.
 
It is all about buildings and the ego’s of their care-takers. 
A mistaken belief drilled into the minds of individuals
that our God awaits in some ego-centered church structure.
Nothing could be further from truth in our Loving Lord’s plans for us.
 
I have now come to the realization that organized religion’s goal
is to separate us from our loving bond with God.
Churches are places of the world
not places in time and space
that strengthens our relationship with God.
 
I pray each day
for more wisdom to know my Lord.
I now know that blessed wisdom
lies within my own being.
 
At this point in my life
I must take more time to listen
to the whispered words of my best friend
and companion.
That spirit……….
…………. is…. my Lord and God. 

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Courtesy of answersto.wordpress.com

 
 
I could see the sadness in her eyes
as each chunk of her golden hair came forth in her hand.
She placed her once shining, golden flax into a plastic bag
to be reminded of the beauty of her hair.
 
Her hair stylist assured her that baking soda
washed gently in her hair would prevent
the falling of her hair from her scalp.
 
In giving her this suggestion
the stylist refused to cut her hair shorter
in order to make her lost easier to bear.
The stylist was wrong.
 
Bear witness to the shining and blotched scalp
where beautiful golden hair once resided.
Nightmares of her past returned to her.
 
Remembrance of a childhood ring worm of her head
returned to haunt her again
of laughing classmates
finger-pointing to stocking capped head.
 
The Spector of Death upon a black chair
drove her to the decision
to move forward to this dreaded treatment.
 
Was the fear real
or made to fill the pockets of her doctors?
Payments for the Rolls convertible that sat
shiny and pale green in the doctor’s slot
of the cancer treatment center.
 
A large cow-like-barn room
where milking looking machines of death
pumped their questionable medicine into their hosts.
 
A winged angel of slow death
masked as an Angel of Life
to claim another possible victim
in its green flow of money from perhaps
its victims?
 
Dear God,
please protect
the one I love so dearly
from this possible
self-inflicted treatment.

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