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"My Beautiful Church Home" copyright 2009 John J. Rigo, upcoming book, "Passion Amidst Apathy"

Posted in Poetry, Texas' Poetry, upcoming book "Passion Amidst Apathy", tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , on June 28, 2012| Leave a Comment »

View from “Oz” at 7 a.m. on February 25th 2012 on Cedar Creek Lake, Texas
  

View from “Oz” on Cedar Creek Lake, Texas, February 25th 2012 at 7 a.m.

 

“Another View of God’s Church”

I have been to many churches in my lifetime.
None can compare to the beauty of my church.
My church lies outside my back door.
 
Before me lies miles of beautiful water
its beauty more clarifying upon a Sunrise morning.
The clouds above this church of God’s home
are higher than any church steeple.
 
There is no wall or ceiling painting to equal
the clouds above my church.
No gilded statue that equals the sun’s glory
as it breaks forth upon the horizon.
 
There is no choir that rises above the sweet sound
of the wind that sings across my ears.
There is no preacher, preaching to me
nor a basket asking for my coin.
No where else can one
be any closer to God.

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"Chemo" copyright 2008 John J. Rigo upcoming Poetry Book, "Passion Amidst Apathy"

Posted in Chemo, Poem, Poem regarding Cancer, Poetry, tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , on June 26, 2012| 1 Comment »

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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"Often, I Think Of You" copyright 2005 John J. Rigo "Rainbows Amidst Storms"

Posted in Poetry, Union Lake MI., tagged , , , , , , , , , , , on June 14, 2012| 1 Comment »

Courtesy of nzwomansweekly.co.nz

  
 
Often I think of you
in the time of our youth
when it was just us.
 
Sunshine glowed when we were together.
The grief of our former lives made us a pair.
Then our lives were simpler
filled with few things
but rich in much love.
 
Somethimes I wonder if you think of me on occasion.
Did you put aside
as I have
the separation of our love
the anger
the hurt
that we both suffered?
  
Beauty is in those memories.
The thoughts of us at that time are sweeter
and more beautiful when they cross my mind.
 
In daydreams of simpler times
my thoughts question where you are now
and did you find happiness?
Did you have the children
that we never had?
 
Althought many years have passed
I send to you my love from a former time
with blessing for your happiness.
 
 I also send my wish and hope
that in the eternity to come
we will meet as loving friends.
Until then
often will I think of you.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 
 

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“In The End, Evil Defeats Itself” copyright 2010 John J. Rigo, upcoming poetry book, “Passion Amidst Apathy”

Posted in Poetry, upcoming book "Passion Amidst Apathy", tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , on June 8, 2012| 3 Comments »

“The Lord Defeats my Enemies Thru Michael who brings Death and Destruction to their doors…..Bless the Lord’s name, be in awe in the power of his angel.”

 
 
My Brothers and Sisters
one belief to remember
is in the end
Evil defeats itself.
 
Once Evil was part of the heavenly Good.
In falling from the Sight of God
did Evil still have great power.
Never will this power
overcome Good.
 
Should Evil come upon you
believe in the Lord.
Have Faith in the Lord.
 
Love the Lord with all your being.
Patience
with prayer
will destroy Evil.
 
I know this to be true.
Praise and Glory to my Lord
and God.
 

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“What Is This Thing that Cries Out Within Me?” copyright 2005, selection from “Roses Amidst Thorns” http://lulu.com/texaspoet

Posted in Poetry, Selection from "Roses Amidst Thorns" published in 2005, tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on May 24, 2012| Leave a Comment »

 
 

Courtesy of angelinasfall.blogspot.com

What is this thing that cries out within me?
Is it a spirit that hungers for freedom?
“Freedom from what?” my mind asks in cold hard terms.
 
My life seems about things.
Things stack
things store away
a room full of things.
A bank acoount with growing numbers
but it seems
it is all about the balances.
 
I look into the mirror because they say
“Mirrors never lie”
What I see
is not
what I am.
 
I am like unto the spirit of youth
locked in a dark gray cell
listening to the sound of time on the clock
growing more loudly each day.
 
I find myself dancing alone at times.
I love what the sound of music does to my body.
I go back to that mirror
with sweat dripping down my face.
 
I am still puzzled by the face
that stares back at me.
There is a pleading look in my eyes.
They cry out,
“See me, see me
I am not dead!” 
 
A ghost I have become from growing older with time.
I move through my life
seemingly untouched by the sounds of laughter from my past.
 
The smells of loving sweat
the memory of gentle lips touching
the back of my neck.
I feel like my body
no longer remembers the joys of passion.
 
Yesterday I sat in a room noticing many things.
They were little things
but important things
that let the gift of beauty
be shared by one
such as me
hungry for their taste. 
 
The gentle curve to a neck
that seemed to never end.
The movement of material on a full soft breast
as the breath of the beholder
played with the movements.
 
Eyes with a color of the lightest blue
with mystery whirling within their depths
of thoughts yet unspoken or shared with anyone.
 
I heard that voice within me cry out
“See me, see me, I am not death, but alive!
Hear my cry
feel my need
I am alive!”
 
I left the room without a word.
There was a slight smile on my face toward you
as there was a similar smile on yours.
Silent thoughts unshared
upon our departure.
 
Two ships passing on a huge ocean
with a wave of the hand
toward each other
across desolate waves.
When will this voyage end?
What distant shores await each of us?

 

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"Walk Tenderly On My Dreams" copyright 2008 John J. Rigo upcoming book, "Passion Amidst Apathy"

Posted in Poetry, upcoming book "Passion Amidst Apathy", tagged , , , , , , , , , , , on May 19, 2012| 2 Comments »

 

Courtesy of tabestruths.com

 
 
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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"The Power Of His Love" copyright 2008 John J. Rigo, upcoming book, "Passion Amidst Apathy"

Posted in Poems, Poetry, upcoming book "Passion Amidst Apathy", tagged , , , , , , , , on May 16, 2012| 2 Comments »

Courtesy of westernrifleshooters.wordpress.com

 
 
The Power comes forth.
It is the power of His Love for us.
 
All that one has to do
is believe.
 
All one has to do is believe
in the Power of His Love.
His Love is for all of us.
 
Get on your knees
Thank God
for the Power of His Love.
 
Joy will now be yours.
Your enemies are now dust.
Darkness is no longer your fate.
 
The Light of Eternity and Love
is now yours.

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

Posted in Poetry, Selection from "Roses Amidst Thorns" published in 2005, tagged , , , , , , on May 4, 2012| Leave a Comment »

 

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"

Posted in One poem of Seven of the "Masters Series of Poems", Poetry, tagged , , , , , , , , , , , on May 2, 2012| 1 Comment »

 
 

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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"

					

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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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