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Courtesy of horoskopnamiru.cz

The nightmare was the worse one
I ever remember.
I was in a room somewhere
totally alone.
I owned money to someone.
 
It was money that I did not have.
It was due and payable the following morning.
I had no one to call to help me.
 
I was screaming.
Pounding the furniture.
Throwing things around.
 
I somehow knew
that without this money
in the morning
I was to pay a terrible price.
 
I awoke with a shout upon my lips.
I was in my bed with you.
The fear slowly ebbed away from my body.
 
I felt a great blessing of relief
it was just a nightmare.
I was in my bed
safe with you.
 
My shout from the dream
woke you.
You pressed warmly into
the curve of my arms
and snuggled close to me.
 
More than ever
this morning
I fully realized
the greatest blessing
I have in my life is you.
 

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Jane Parrish, The Venus Apartments, Oak Cliff, 1965 Courtesy of blog.alexwaterhousehayward.com

It was about two years after we broke up that I learned Jane Parrish had died in an auto accident.  This poem is dedicated to her memory.
 
 
I awoke this morning with a start.
I had no thought of her
or dream of her for that matter
in over forty-five years.
 
We were to met again
in the dream.
I was nervous and fearful in seeing her again.
 
Within the dream I realized she truly was my first love
in discovering passion in my being with a woman.
I guess I had blocked her from my mind
all these years.
 
As I waited to see her again
I recalled all those nights of long ago
that sweating love making with her.
 
It was Summer when we met.
Even with the air conditioning at full blast
we both sweated profusely in love making. 
 
She was as tall as me at six feet
blond blue-eyed with beautiful fair skin.
During the time we were together
I could not believe that I was so blessed
in being loved by a woman like that. 
 
I do not know what I did
to lose her love for me.
I am sure
I also blocked that from my mind.
 
In the dream
we sat across from each other
moving our lips
but unable to form words
at the sight of each other.
 
We knew.
We felt the surge of our old passions
for each other.
 
There was nothing to forgive
between us.
There was
only the love to remember
between the both of us.
 
It was such a great dream.
Loved with such passion
is such a gift to us in our lives.
I awoke from the dream
with tears in my eyes.    

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Jane Parrish, The Venus Apartments, Oak Cliff, 1965 Courtesy of blog.alexwaterhousehayward.com

When I was young
I never thought I would get old.
 
When I was young
I believed love from another was eternal.
 
When I was young
I thought all my dreams would come true.
 
This day as I look into the mirror
I now see the lines of old age
upon now a unyouthful face.
 
I have found that true love is a fleeting thing.
I have learned that the paths of life
are filled with broken dreams.
 
On the day of my Seventh Birthday
I thanked my Lord and Savior for this humble life.
 
In spite of my aging body
my broken heart 
my crushed dreams
the gift of this life
is truly
a beautiful thing.

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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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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 asmp.org

Embrace your Youth.
The ticks of time move more quickly
than observed or counted. 
 
Embrace the Love of your Youth.
The embers lose their warm and glow
more quickly than our memories will capture.
 
Embrace the Wisdom 
that is bestowed upon you.
It will carry you
through the dark days
before you.  
 
Curse not your regrets.
They are but markers along the road. 
Regrets render the opportunity
to seek forgiveness.
 
Embrace your Lord
with Love and Worship.
He will Bless you along the road
and to the final place
of His Love for you. 

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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 asiancajuns.com

The warrior king looked down
upon the trembling servant
with these words,
“How am I to trust the wisdom of your king
who sends you with this message
if he hides his real name behind a false one?” 
 
He went on further in his discourse by saying,
“Does your king lack courage. 
Does he not have the backbone of a man
or is he really a woman
hiding behind a man’s name
who claims to be a king?” 
 
The king then had his soldiers remove
the servant from his presence. 
The servant’s head was cut off
before the sun set upon that day.
 
Each day I am constantly amazed 
by the many web sites and forum boards
that carry postings of individuals
who use cover names out of fear
instead of their own real names. 
 
How can one take any of these postings seriously
when the posters hide behind a mask? 
For all we know
it can be a simple program on a computer
somewhere generating all  these postings
across the net in an attempt
to control public opinion.

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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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