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Courtesy of favena.blogspot.com

Courtesy of favena.blogspot.com

 
 
At times it would be nice
to have a pair of magic red shoes.
Just clicking them together three times
would do the trick.
 
Suddenly I would be transported
to wherever my mind of memory
would wish to go.
 
At this very moment
I could easily think of a dozen places
I would love to be at this moment.
 
Each time frame
would place me at a time and place
where I felt greatly loved.
 
Where there was a skip in my step
and a constant grin on my face.
I can easily bring to mind
scenes of such places in my past.
 
Skipping through a mall with her
like a school child.
Dancing with her
for the first time
with my arm around her waist. 
 
Ah yes then their were those
first kisses
always soft
always remembered
always joyful
in the way those kisses went to my toes.
 
Truthly knowing what I know now
would I have taken more time
to savor every moment.
 
Time in remembering every detail
of the places of my youth
where my magic red shoes
would have taken my heart.  

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“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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What the average Pastor does to his/her church members.

The Blessing was laid before you.
Yet you were too blinded by your own magnificence
to see the light at your very feet. 
 
You felt your knowledge was beyond
mere mortals.
Your high learning
only brought before your brain
a blindness of thought.
 
The Sender of the Blessing
lowered His head in shame of you.
Your ultimate goal of life
was to carry His name
with a great pride.
 
Now you carry a deep shame.
As each week passes
the absence of the blessing
becomes more clear to others.
 
Fingers are pointed to your back
whispers made in a hush
as you pass. 
 
The sins of your ignorance
has now become clear to others.
Let it be known
that I forgive you
as I forgive the dog
which mistakenly pisses
on my leg.
 
I forgive you
as I forgive the ant
that bits my hand.
 
By your own ignorance
you have brought us a great blessing.
In spite of your own hurtful
and ungodly nature toward me.
 
The love of my life,
has only grown more stronger.
In the loving bond we carry
in the face of the stupidity
that you so well displayed.
 
We now will be the greater guardians
in the future
of the many blessings
that have been given to us.
  
Be assured in the future
that these blessings
will never be yours again.
 
Quote by John J. RIgo, Texas’ Commentator and Poet:  “The Worse of Religious Hypocrites, can be found in Pastors, within their own churches.”
 
 

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Our Vineyard "Silver Star Winery of Texas" coming into fruitation.  Copyright 2014 John J. Rigo

Our Vineyard “Silver Star Winery of Texas” coming into fruitation. Copyright 2014 John J. Rigo

Log/trademark sign for Silver Star Winery of Texas copyright 2014 John J. Rigo

Log/trademark sign for Silver Star Winery of Texas copyright 2014 John J. Rigo

 

 

 
 
Walk tenderly on my dreams
for my dreams are me
with my soul exposed.
 
Judge not
the worth of my hopes
nor the possibility of their reality. 
 
If you are without encouraging words
then seal your lips in speaking of my dreams.
 
Are we not without hope
when stripped of our dreams and aspirations?
 
Look to yourself and ask
when were your own dreams scattered against
the rocks of time?
 
Take not your anger
with yourself
against those
who still have hope.

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"Rainbows Amidst Storms" Second Published Poetry book by John J. Rigo Picture courtesy of google image search author unknown

“Rainbows Amidst Storms” Second Published Poetry book by John J. Rigo
Picture courtesy of google image search
author unknown

Sometimes a tear comes to my eye.
At first I know not why.
Then it comes
the links of the past.
 
Moments of tenderness
of love
that seen imprinted
forever in my soul.
 
It has not been with so much as one
but many
in the links together
in a chain of life.
 
Some moments were of extreme sadness
some joy beyond belief
some with the surprise of a child
in discovering something.
 
A light ignited within me
that before, was not there.
It was just a moment
a look into the eyes of another
that said that these few seconds
were very special.
A touch unlike no other.
 
The tear is for the longing of such moments
and time spend
in just loving another
in those special ways
that will never go away.
 

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Courtesy of film.com

 
 
There are many things I remember about my past.
Each memory
stones that built
who I am today.
 
The memories that have stayed with me the strongest
are those that recall when my life was rendered
a touch of kindness.
 
I remember the days well
in vivid detail.
The words spoken.
The smile given.
The touch of a hand upon my shoulder.
 
So in this day
if it is within your power
pass that touch of kindness
to another.
 
In so doing
you will be giving
a memory of strength to another
in their darkest times. 

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I closed my eyes:
 
The after-image of her was printed on the backside of my mind
the look of her neck bent backward
eyes closed.
 
That beautiful curve from her neck
to the tip of her breast.
There was a hint of sunrise
upon the horizon of her smile.
As a spirit I loved her
unaware of my own physical feelings.
 
It seemed I could not satisfy my need
to give her my love.
The flow seemed forever.
 
From moment to moment I explored her
no part untouched
or savored.
 
There was no shame in loving her.
We were eternal spirits
reunited in the flesh of our eternity.
 
I opened my eyes:
 
I am haunted by her
for the image remains.

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Poem "Passion" by John J. Rigo.  Image courtesy of Google Image search.

Poem “Passion” by John J. Rigo. Image courtesy of Google Image search.

Is not passion
part of being human
part of the eternal of all of us?
 
Burn on
those ancient memories of love
never lost
but remembered
in the heat of the mind
felt in the heart
living in the soul.
 
Let me live
knowing that once
or many times
was I truly loved.
Beyond all of this
to where there is a place
special to only us.
 
A place that my hand never feels alone.
My breast never aches for your touch.
My loins never feel the cold of night.
 
In that love that binds us
forever held in each other’s arms.
Through this time
forever in our one love
beyond end
forever to be always
you and me.

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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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Courtesy of film.com

 
 
There are many things I remember about my past.
Each memory
stones that built
who I am today.
 
The memories that have stayed with me the strongest
are those that recall when my life was rendered
a touch of kindness.
 
I remember the days well
in vivid detail.
The words spoken.
The smile given.
The touch of a hand upon my shoulder.
 
So in this day
if it is within your power
pass that touch of kindness
to another.
 
In so doing
you will be giving
a memory of strength to another
in their darkest times. 

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