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“If I Could Love You for a Day” copyright 2013 John J. Rigo, upcoming poetry book, “Passion Amidst Apathy”

Posted in "If I Could Love you for a Day" poem by John J. Rigo, tagged , , , , , , , , , , on April 21, 2013| Leave a Comment »

 
 
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          Human physical passions are but dying embers
          on the fires of human love.
         The smoking embers become hazy memories.
 
If I could pick any day to freeze in the corridors of eternity
it would be just this one day with you.
 
In this day I could not love you any greater or more
as I love you at this moment.

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“About Wisdom” copyright 2013 John J. Rigo, upcoming poetry book, “Passion Amidst Apathy”

Posted in "About Wisdom" by John J. Rigo, tagged , , , , , , , , , on April 21, 2013| Leave a Comment »

Boop behind bars!

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As a super senior surveying my landscape
I observed the educated ones feel that
a sheepskin replaces Wisdom
as a quality not to be coveted.
 
The young people who are in my life
feel the world owes them a pain-free life.
Respect for others
Ethics
hard work
are qualities
rarely found
these days. 
 
Obesity is a sign of this disease of the mind.
Reality is lived out in the Boop tube
iphone, the ipad and Facebook.
 
Dreams are wonderful
according to these young people
as long as they do not involve
blood, sweat and tears.
 
I thank my Lord this day.
I thank him for the life
He has given me.
I especially thank Him
for the Wisdom
He has rendered me.
 

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"The Question," The Master Series, copyright 2005 John J. Rigo "Rainbows Amidst Storms"

Posted in "Rainbows Amidst Storms" Second Published Book, Poetry, The "Master Series of Poetry", tagged , , , , , , , on April 14, 2013| Leave a Comment »

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A beautiful day beckoned.
The sides of the hills were golden
with fields of grain. 
 
The Cypress trees were green
among great expanses of gleaming flat rocks.
An ideal day born for the enjoyment of the sun
and the wondrous words of the Master.
 
The crowd began to thin toward the afternoon sunset.
The Master was weary.
Many were the questions of the day.
The answers required much of His strength to loudly speak
the words of wisdom to the crowd. 
 
As the Master prepared to depart
a young man in the crowd shouted a question
in His direction.
  
The Master’s followers tried to quiet the man
to preserve their Lord‘s voice.
They knew He was exhausted from the
long day of preaching.
 
The young man shouted again,
“Master, what can I do in my life that would be
pleasing to my Lord and God?”
In hearing this question
the crowd stopped movement
in their departure.
 
The crowd turned as one toward
where the Master stood.
Raising up to His full height
the Master looked over the crowd
with the kindest of smiles and He said,
 
“The mirrors of your own souls are within the eyes of
your brothers and sisters.
If you see hunger in those eyes around you
break the bread and share it.
 
If you see sorrow
share your tears with your brethren.
If fear overcomes your neighbors
stand with them
for numbers overcome fear.
 
Above all of these
love your neighbor
as you love your children.
My love protects your brethren
as it protects you.
 
This sharing of your love in my Father’s name
will be pleasing to your Lord and God.
In this sharing of your love without reserve
without reward
without a counting
will you be given
the glories of eternity.”
These words were spoken this day 
by the Master of my life.

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“Running From Ourselves” copyright 2013 John J. Rigo, upcoming poetry book, “Passion Amidst Apathy”

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , , on April 7, 2013| 1 Comment »

 
English: Icon of Jesus Christ

English: Icon of Jesus Christ (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

We often run from ourselves.
We seek change from where we were.
We then find that our lives became a circle.
 
A new love
is the image
of the old love.
 
The new neighborhood
has the same uncaring neighbors
of the old neighborhood.
 
It is then we discover
we have only been running 
from ourselves.
 
True change in life
in finding happiness begins
when we find Christ.
 
 

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"The Journey" copyright 2005 John J. Rigo "Roses Amidst Thorns"

Posted in A christmas journey, Selection from "Roses Amidst Thorns" published in 2005, tagged , , , , , , , , , on April 6, 2013| 5 Comments »

.....is never lost. Picture courtesy of John J. Rigo copyrighted 2013

…..is never lost. Picture courtesy of John J. Rigo copyrighted 2013

 
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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“Knowing What I Know Now” copyright 2013 John J. Rigo, upcoming poetry book, “Passion Amidst Apathy”

Posted in A First Love is Never Forgotten, tagged , , , , , , , , , , , on April 2, 2013| 2 Comments »

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Knowing what I know now is a familiar saying.
With that knowledge and a time machine
where would I go now?
 
It would be the beginning of my life
back to the happiness days of my life
when I was a young soldier.
 
It would have been that day
in Happy, Texas when I first saw you.
The time we exchanged addresses
as the bus pulled out.
 
Knowing what I know now.
would I have lived my life differently?
I do know one thing for sure
the deep sadness I feel now
would not be within my being today.
 
A first love of the heart
is always remembered
never to be forgotten
in the eternal time
before us all.
 
 
 
 

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“To the Son I Never Had” copyright 2012, John J. Rigo, upcoming poetry book, “Passion Amidst Apathy”

Posted in A Christmas Thought: Looking back at the Son I Never Had, tagged , , , , , on April 1, 2013| 1 Comment »

 
 
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This morning I thought of the Son I never had.
Today he would have been Fifty.
My son might have changed the world.
 
It would have been a better world
if my son had been born.
He may have been our President today.
 
It was fifty years ago
that at twenty-one
that my childhood bride
wanted to start a family.
 
It had only been a year
that I had been honorably discharged
from serving four year of military service.
 
It was a hard financial year for us both.
We were finally getting on our feet
with a new home and good jobs.
I told my child bride I wanted to wait. 
  
It was a month later
that she filed for a divorce.
It left me a shattered man
for a very long time.
 
There is no man
that lives a life
without some regrets.
 
Those regrets
seem to come
more often
lately.
 
 
 
 

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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 , , , , , , , , , , , on March 31, 2013| Leave a 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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"Ghostly, Do I Walk" copyright 2005 John J. Rigo "Roses Amidst Thorns"

					

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Chains of sorrow upon my neck


reaching for the ones I knew


unable to touch.


 


A slight breath of air


words spoken


 but not heard.


 


My world is full of “If I could’s”


no clock to turn back on my regrets.


I offer only a prayer to my unseen God


to let this end.


 


I say to you


there is no time left


but the time of this moment.


 


Time to forgive


time to say, “I love you.”


Time to give of yourself


for all that you could have done


with this precious thing called Life.


 


In so doing


 perhaps you not also be


on this ghostly path


that may never end for me.

					
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“There Will Never Be Days” copyright 2013 John J. Rigo, Upcoming Poetry Book, “Passion Amidst Apathy”

					

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Courtesy of relate.com


I remember a young woman I dated over forty-five years ago. 


She was a consigliere for a major hotel on Stemmons.


Sex with her was like making love in a movie.


 


She would cover her body with baby oil


before getting on top of me.


She had one of the most beautiful bodies


I had ever seen on a woman.


 


Her body glistened as she moved on top of me.


Perhaps it was the way she titled her head upward


as her eyes rolled over in squeezing my organ tightly.


Ah…those days of pure sex.


There never be days and nights


like that again.


 


 


 


 


 

					
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