Posted in Poetry, Texas' Poetry, The Perfect Poem, upcoming book "Passion Amidst Apathy", tagged Arts, Devil, God, Online Writing, Paradise, Poetry, Romance, Texas on June 26, 2013|
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If I could create the perfect poem
my poem would remove sorrow from the world.
It would bring smiles where there were tears.
Mend broken hearts and return love again.
The perfect poem
would replace all loneliness
with the Joy of God’s Love.
Friends would never be lost again
but be eternal in their friendships with us.
Each day would start with the songs of birds.
Each night would end with the sighs of night.
Every soul would find God
and never again be separated from His Love.
Every kiss would be with true love
and never of betrayal.
The Devil would be finally destroyed by God.
We would all reign in Paradise in the mist of joy
……………………..forever.
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Posted in Uncategorized, tagged Arts, God, Health, Lord, Online Writing, Poetry, Recreation, Religion and Spirituality, Texas on June 24, 2013|
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“I have become a weary knight tired of battle.”
You get to a point in life
where you get a belly-full of people.
It is a slow process.
You get tired in reaching out.
You find you no longer want to be
the nice guy to all those folks in your life
that are thoughtless
totally self-serving
and basically
losers in their own life’s.
There is a calmness of spirit
you reach within your inner self.
Your body no longer does the things
you want it to do.
You realize how frail
you have become.
You no longer carry
the same fear of death.
Your greatest realization.
Those you love
do not love you back
in a kind and loving way.
You become closer
to the spirit and love
of your Lord.
The centering peace
in finding this
is now what is really important
in your life.
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Posted in Poetry, Selection from "Roses Amidst Thorns" published in 2005, tagged Arts, Conditions and Diseases, God, Health, Lord, Online Writing, Poetry, Texas on June 19, 2013|
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I have been where you are
a hell of loneliness and despair.
Had I created this place in my past
as you are now
where I was once?
I ask myself what pains cross your mind
as this day of many comes to you?
Do you hunger?
Are you without sleep?
The night only brings fear for your life.
Are you without anyone who cares
where you are this day?
Are you missed?
I too have been where you are.
From ashes of the mind did thou raise me
from a pit of worldly hell.
It was not my talents of mind
nor spirit that lead me from this dark world.
It was my prayers.
You never failed to hear me
when I cried out to you.
When I tried to end this life
you spoke gently to me
asking me to be patient
and wait one more day.
One day lead to another.
Finally the sun began to shine again
in your blessings and your love for me.
Thank you Lord
for giving hope to the hopeless
as you gave to me.
Thank you Lord
for loving me when I was without love.
Yea Lord without your grace
would I now be lost.
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Posted in "The Hurtful Game" a new poem by John J. Rigo, Poetry, tagged Arts, Game, God, Lord, Love, Poetry, Recreation, Video Games on June 18, 2013|
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Courtesy of mujerenarmmonia.com
There is a game we play with couples.
It is called the “Hurting Game.”
It is a game that can weaken Love
or destroy Love between two people.
In early romances
we seek beautiful
and positive statements
to relate to each other.
It is later that the
“Hurting Game” begins.
It starts out with a small
biting criticism.
The heart is hurt by
the receiver.
Uncared words between two Lovers
can be knife cuts to the very heart.
Generally in these hurts does it become
pay back time with a similar cutting remark
when the occasion arises.
Many times the Game
increases in intensity.
It is then done before
friends and relatives.
Such acts make the hurts
even deeper in their pain.
It is not time to break this circle?
Promise each other this day
that the hurtful words in the future
will only be replaced with words
of Love, Kindness and Praise.
In so doing
will you both find in each other again
the love you both so richly deserve.
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Posted in A Blessed Easter to All from John J. Rigo Texas' Commentator, One poem of Seven of the "Masters Series of Poems", Poetry, tagged Arts, God, Home, Lord, Master, Poetry, The Girl Of My Best Friend, Vocus on June 7, 2013|
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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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Posted in The Greatest Poem of the Ages, tagged Arts, Desiderata, Foundation (non-profit), God, Literature, Lord, Max Ehrmann, Poetry, Texas on June 3, 2013|
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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 Arlington
Someone asked me once
what I wanted to be
when I finally grew up.
I said to them, “Let me be a poet
with words that are never forgotten
in my journey of life.
Let my journey be one of joy
discovered in sorrow
to all of those who read my words.
When death finally enters my door
a special note upon my stone
I request be placed in memory of me
upon an earth that I visited
for a short time.
Let the words in simple chiseled letters
read thusly, ‘He was not a simple man
for God did not make him so.
He only wanted to be simply known
as a poet.'”
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Posted in Poetry, upcoming book "Passion Amidst Apathy", tagged Business, Chance and that new bride cannot stand it, Chance loves climbing trees like a monkey, Chance we are watching you, Environment, Flake off Chance, God, History, Land Trusts, Lord, Organizations, Texas, United States on May 29, 2013|
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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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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 thefallenknight.com
“I have become a weary knight tired of battle.”
It is a given in life
people in general
if given enough time
will disappoint you.
Every day
it happens in love
it happens in friendships
the hurt of a broken promise
the disappointment of a thoughtless act.
There seems to be more of these misdeeds
in this day and age of 2013.
I am not sure if it is something in the food.
Perhaps in the water we are drinking.
I find myself getting disgusted
with people as a whole.
I am having less of a desire to share.
One thing is for sure
Heaven will not be
a crowded place.
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"A Conversation about Life and Death" copyright 2005 John J. Rigo "Rainbows Amidst Storms"
Posted in A Blessed Easter to All from John J. Rigo Texas' Commentator, One poem of Seven of the "Masters Series of Poems", Poetry, tagged Arts, God, Home, Lord, Master, Poetry, The Girl Of My Best Friend, Vocus on June 7, 2013| 1 Comment »
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