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A New poem from Texas' Poet, John J. Rigo.  Picture courtesy of Google image search

A New poem from Texas’ Poet, John J. Rigo. Picture courtesy of Google image search

So, let me see if I understand this,
“When our memory goes, who we are, then goes?
There is something deeply heart-breaking about that.
 
How do we measure our progress as humans,
when our previous memories are no longer?
Are we truly blessed with an Eternal mind of Spirit,
where our memories are never lost?
 
How will our God judge us,
if there is no recall of our sins,
or our glories in His name?
 
Is this when trusting God is so important?
Trusting that He will return to us,
our precious memories of the gifts of this life?
 
I can only hope so.
For without my memories of you,
would this life seemed without purpose.

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Courtesy of nurpublishers.com

Courtesy of nurpublishers.com

It was a vision that came to me yesterday.
This life but a beginning of our journey thru eternity.
Our physical life here brief in its beginning.
 
Death but a transition on this journey
to many other lives ahead
in many other forms
in the ever-expanding image
of God.
 
Our time here but a
training period in preparation.
Joys and visions beyond
our human comprehension.
 
Live each day with
Love, Joy, Thankfulness,
gainful Wisdom
in God’s Love
for our Eternal Souls.
 
Prepare well
for your journey
it will be a long one.
All those we lost
will be returned to us.
 
Fear not Death
it is but a door
of many
into God’s House.

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“Honoring My Fellow Veterans This Christmas Season” copyright 2014 John J. Rigo, Texas Commentator

Basic Training and Adminstrative School, U.S. Air Force 1959, Lackland Air Force Base, Texas

Administrator, Cosmic Top Secret Control Registry for Headquaters ICEDEFOR under NATO Command, 1962-1963, John J. Rigo Airman First Class, Age 21

This blog posting is an opportunity to honor both fallen soldiers and living veterans across our nation. Only us former veterans who served can understand the bond we share, in the Love and Honor that we render to our country.  This blog posting is to honor those veterans who have served our country this Christmas season of 2014.   John J. Rigo Served honorably from 1959 to 1963 in the U.S. Air Force in both SAC and the NATO Commands.  My fellow veterans, families who have lost loved ones in service for their country, and those of you who Love America this Christmas season, feel free to post your “Like” link to show your support for our veterans.

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“Honoring My Fellow Veterans This Veterans Day for 2014” copyright 2014 John J. Rigo, Texas Commentator

Basic Training and Adminstrative School, U.S. Air Force 1959, Lackland Air Force Base, Texas

A Veteran's Memorial in Mabank Texas (In the Cedar Creek Lake area) noting my military service.

A Veteran’s Memorial in Mabank Texas (In the Cedar Creek Lake area) noting my military service.

Administrator, Cosmic Top Secret Control Registry for Headquaters ICEDEFOR under NATO Command, 1962-1963, John J. Rigo Airman First Class, Age 21

This blog posting is an opportunity to honor both fallen soldiers and living veterans across our nation. Only us former veterans who served can understand the bond we share, in the Love and Honor that we render to our country.  This blog posting is to honor those veterans who have served our country this Veterans Day of November 11th, 2014. John J. Rigo Served honorably from 1959 to 1963 in the U.S. Air Force in both SAC and the NATO Commands.  My fellow veterans, families who have lost loved ones in service for their country, and those of you who Love America this honored day, feel free to post your “Like” link to show your support for our veterans.

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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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“Go Down With Obama” copyright 2011 John J. Rigo, upcoming book, “Passion Amidst Apathy”

“Riding into the “Valley of Debt” with Obama

Go down with Obama,
was the rallying cry of my great country.
Into the valley of debt rode the millions.
Upon their backs laid their now defunct,
IRA’s.
 
Their horses sucked in their last breaths,
as the storm clouds of a depression,
engulfed them.
 
Oh, our great leader Obama,
will praises of your name,
be sung down thru the ages,
or will your name be cursed,
by the children of these riders,
who have lost their dreams? 
 
Into the valley of bankruptcy rode the millions,
in their last days of glory.
In the deep recesses of the valley,
was this cry from the disenfranchised and the idle,
“Oh Save Us Obama,
from the Valley of Work, Taxes, and Love of our Country!”
 
“The democracy will cease to exist when you take away from those who are willing to work and give to those who would not.”  A Quote by Thomas Jefferson 
 

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Courtesy of umazzing.com

One of the greatest gifts we can give ourselves
is to learn to love ourselves.
In loving ourselves
we realize that the premise that we must love another
such as ourselves is not part of the growth
that is part of our eternity.
 
In loving ourselves
we are no longer open to the qualities of others
in their own personal failures in loving themselves.
 
In this way
in the path of eternity
that we all walk
all those we will met
will then be complete unto themselves
as we have also become.

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“One of Seven Poems of “The Master’s Series of Poetry.”

On this day
the Master revealed
His greatest gift to mankind.
 
This gift was rendered on a mountain of stone
reflected on a setting sun
to a multitude of many
in one of the many lessons
given to multitudes in those years. 
 
The question
that came toward the end of that day
was, “ Master, what is the greatest gift
that God gives to all of us?”  asked the young
man in the multitude of that day.
 
The Master replied,
“The greatest gift that my Father gives to all
is the secret of Forgiveness.
 
In rendering forgiveness to ones self
and also forgiveness of others
does a sinner reveal
the keys to heaven
and the eternal Love of our Father.
 
Forgiveness assures the eternal love of the Father
and being in the arms of His Love forever.”
So said the Master of my life
on this day.

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Courtesy of jezebel.com

You can tell a lot about a person

in how they treat their dog.

I have hear that dog

cry out for her master

many a day

and nights.

She is about fifteen now.

She has endured tempertures in the teens

while being left outdoors.

She has swellered in heat above 100

while being left outdoors.

An electronic fence guards her escape from this prison.

The fence is in the front of the house

no less.

Many a morning does the smell of her poop

fill the air of their neighbor’s yard.

Her Master has been featured

in a well-known community magazine

hugging this dog no less. 

You sure can tell a lot about a person

in how they really treat their dog.

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Picture couresy of Bing

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Multicolored lighting amidst the sound
of rhythmic thunder pounded the huge hall.
The laughter and droning noises had a hollow metallic sound.
 
The human Ferris wheel was in motion around the center spoke.
Quick glaces, smiles…some real
other’s set in concrete faces.
There was quiet desperation set in the eyes of many.
 
Touching in passing moments of movement
were soft warm bodies
pressed against arms
hips brushing fingertips.
 
Out of loneliness did I seek this place
a passenger on a self-made time machine.
I am tired of too many futures coming to this moment.
 
I want the warmth of my youth.
Child-book romance where just the touch of a hand
freezes time in its beauty.
 
Primitive drums change tempo
the words are lost to the sensation of physical self.
Reality is moved to the edge of pulsating light beneath
the feet of bodies in tune with the sound.
 
Paired dancers locked in self-love
unaware of each other.
A checkerboard of kings and queens without mates
in a game without end. 
 
Surrender whispers the voice within.
A reflection on a mirrored wall looks intently
at a standing figure.
 
A misplaced look of aging shown in
salt and peppered hair with growing signs of age
around the eyes.
 
The dream of youth shatters.
The Guardian of Time Present
leaves through the portal marked “Exit.”
The dream is no more.

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