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"Her Eyes Were Also Brown" copyright 2009 John J. Rigo, upcoming book, "Passion Amidst Apathy"

Posted in Poetry, tagged , , , , , , , , , , on September 9, 2013| Leave a Comment »

 
 

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It was an open house of a new resident in the community.
I sat on point near a corner of the room
a kind of observation post of those coming into the room.
 
There you stood looking at me from afar.
There was a blackberry in your hand texting someone.
You came and sat next to me.
 
You asked me if the room seemed warm.
You told me your hands were sweating.
I explained that I got a kind of butterflies when I met new people.
 
I learned through disciple long ago to overcome being uncomfortable.
Forty years in sales changes many things about an individual.
You could not be more than eighteen
brown hair and the deepest of brown eyes.
 
You kept looking a me strangely
like you had always knew me.
A memory came to my mind.
It was my childhood bride of eighteen.
 
You looked very much like her.
Her eyes were also Brown. 
I remembered how I felt about her.
 
I loved her in a special deep way.
There is something about a first love
that always makes it special in memories through life.
 
I saw her in you
the hair
the eyes
the way you smiled at me.
 
We talked of college and your first year.
The difficulties you were having with some of your studies.
You said goodby in a formal way and left.
 
It was like you leaving again.
I think of you often and those early days
in my life that we shared as two lost children together.
 
There always will be something special about you
and those days in my mind
many years ago.
 
Take care my love
wherever you may be this day.
Remember that I still think of you
and yes in my way
I still love you.
 
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"Why Did It Take This Long?" copyright 2005 John J. Rigo "Roses Amidst Thorns"

Posted in Remember to Love Today, tagged , , , , , , , , , , on September 6, 2013| Leave a Comment »

 
 
A Poem by John J. Rigo Picture courtesy of google image search author unknown

A Poem by John J. Rigo
Picture courtesy of google image search
author unknown

Why did it take this long
to discover how much I love you?
All those days and nights are gone now.
 
I could have shared that time with you
more deeply than I did.
Kisses rendered with soul
instead of obligation.
 
Why did not share my fears with you?
Had I gotten to the place
that fear of being a fool
was more important
than sharing my soul with you?
 
I say to you
my friend
remember this
“If love sits next to you each day,
render to that love
praise and appreciation each day.”
 
In so doing
your days will not be filled with regrets
as my days are now filled
with spent sorrow.

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"Recalling" copyright 2005 John J. Rigo "Roses Amidst Thorns"

Posted in Recalling a Love, tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on August 27, 2013| Leave a Comment »

 
  

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In all the things
thou are to me
I remember now
then recall latter
the twinkle of your laughter
as you followed me quietly
as I ran from you in anger
over some silly thing.
 
There you stood
as I turned
with the biggest
of your smiles.
It was your way
of saying,
“I am sorry.”
 
As I remembered now
you knew more than anyone
the many ways
one can say
“I Love you.”
 
Did I remember also to let
you know this in my heart
at a time when it was
important to tell you
that I also love you
oh so very deeply? 

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"The Insight of Our Lives" copyright 2005 John J. Rigo "Roses Amidst Thorns"

Posted in "The Insight of Our Lives" by John J. Rigo Texas' Poet, Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , , on August 26, 2013| Leave a Comment »

 

 
 
"he insight of our Lives" by Texas' Poet John J. Rigo

“he insight of our Lives” by Texas’ Poet John J. Rigo

Every so often
God in His mercy
renders us the insight
of our lives.
 
The purpose of all of this
which most of the time
remains hidden.
 
It is a way of keeping the gift before us.
A way to show us what we are here for
and what is ahead.
 
A way of sharing the joy
to encourage us
to reward us
to place us on the path of wholeness.
 
It is but part of second
a flash of memory that lingers on
leaving the shape of hope
and faith bound to us
within the depth of us.

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“Jane is Death” copyright 2012 John J. Rigo, upcoming book, “Passion Amidst Apathy”

Posted in Jane Parrish is Death, Poetry, The Death of a First Love, tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on August 25, 2013| 4 Comments »

 
 

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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“Cast Your Hopes on Waters of My Love” copyright 2013 John J. Rigo, excerpt from published poetry book, “Roses Amidst Thorns”

Posted in The Waters of God's Love, tagged , , , , , , , on August 24, 2013| 1 Comment »

 
 
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Courtesy of jesussaves.com

I sat in the chapel
with my life in ashes.
The world outside my pew
was filled with many
broken lives.
 
Tears flowed down my cheeks
for what could have been
but was not.
 
In my deepest prayers at that moment
these words entered my soul
“Cast your hopes on waters of My Love.”
 
I felt my heart open up
as it never did before.
My life was never
the same again.
 
I had finally found
the most precious thing
in my life.
It was God’s Love for me.  

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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, Texas' Poetry, tagged , , , , , , , on August 23, 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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"My Beautiful Church Home" copyright 2009 John J. Rigo, upcoming book, "Passion Amidst Apathy"

					

					Posted in Poetry, Texas' Poetry, The Most Beautiful Church Home there is., upcoming book "Passion Amidst Apathy", tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,  on August 20, 2013|
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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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“Last Wish” copyright 2013 John J. Rigo, upcoming poetry book, “Passion Amidst Apathy”

					

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A Sunrise each morning reminds me of all the blessings the Lord has rendered me.
A Sunrise each morning reminds me of all the blessings the Lord has rendered me.


It is the quest of a man


to find out who he truly is.


My journey has been long


and difficult.


 


I found love many times.


I lost love many times.


Joy and pain were always


the same.


 


The truth is


we will take nothing with us.


Our flesh quickly becoming


the dust of dunes.


 


I ask forgiveness


to all that I might have hurt


in my journey.


 


I can only hope


that somehow along the way


by example and deed


I have helped others


in their own journey’s.


 


I like you struggled


each day in trying to overcome


the weaknesses of being a human.


 


In remembering me.


Read my words.


Walk briefly in my shoes.


Known that


I finally found


myself.

					
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“A Soldier’s Farewell” copyright 2005 John J. Rigo, excerpt from first published poetry book, “Roses Amidst Thorns”

					

					Posted in A Soldier Leaving His Love, tagged , , , , , , ,  on August 13, 2013|
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Soldier rendering goodby kiss courtesy of Google image search.
Soldier rendering goodby kiss courtesy of Google image search.


It is time to say goodby.


I can see my sadness in your eyes.


Is this the goodby kiss


that will always be in your memory?


 


Press closer to me.


Imprint my soul 


with your being.


 


Please do not look


into my eyes.


The sadness will always


be there


until we are one again


in our happiness.


 


 


  

					
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