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"Friends of a Lifetime" copyright 2005 John J. Rigo "Rainbows Amidst Storms"

Posted in "Rainbows Amidst Storms" Second Published Book, To our past Friends in Colorado who were never sincere of heart, tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on September 24, 2013| Leave a Comment »

 
 
 
 
With the passing of time
I have come to realize that there are truly
spaces that are never filled
by the loss of friends who were very personal
to my mind and heart.
 
Through the years
do the memories of Cliff and Tom
constantly come to my mind.
Never are they dead in my heart.
 
I see each of them
special in their concern for me
as the friends they were to me
and yes the love they rendered to me.
 
Have they been replaced in the void left by their absence?
No one has accomplished that.
Cliff was the short, large man from the deep South
always with a tale of lesson and advice not wanted
but when given
seemed well placed.
 
He spoke of home and craw-fish
his Mother and his victories in life
never of his losses.
 
You knew he was special
a special person to know.
The same stories he related never got old
just deeper in meaning.
 
The straight-laced
IBM type of guy was Tom.
He seemed to have found victories too early in his life
burning, dying as a shooting star.
 
An anger was present about him that could never be explained.
Tom loved a good meal and good drinks.
Save the waiter or waitress who spoke too much while serving!
He was there to savor the moment
should it be his last.
 
As Tom’s life was coming to an end
he maintained his pride to the last minute in a VA hospital
wearing a blue blazer that no longer fit;
no one cared about his past.
 
I miss Tom’s advice to me,
his laughter at my watch
that he thought was such a great sales job
because I had to push a button
to tell time.
 
His loud laughter rang in the night
raising high his special drink
to wish me and all
the best of life.
 
I miss both of these men.
They were the special friends of a lifetime
never to be replaced.
 
They are in my heart each day
with the warmest of love to my dearest friends
Cliff and Tom.
 
Whenever you both may be
in the great wonder of it all
I am one person
who misses you both
oh……….. ever so much.
 

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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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“A Recent View” copyright 2013 “Have a Great Labor Day” Commentary by John J. Rigo

Posted in A Morning Thanks to the Lord, tagged , , , , , , on September 2, 2013| Leave a Comment »

The below is a recent view from the porch of our lakehome in Gun Barrel CIty, Texas.  Each morning is a blessings.  Thank you my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ for loving me.

A recent picture from "OZ" our lakehome in Gun Barrel City, Texas

A recent picture from “OZ” our lakehome in Gun Barrel City, Texas

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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| 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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"The Abuser" copyright 2009 John J. Rigo, upcoming book, "Passion Amidst Apathy"

Posted in A Poem about an Abuser of Woman, Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , , , , on August 7, 2013| Leave a Comment »

 
 
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Courtesy of tatoodonkey.com

The words were hammered blows to my heart.
A stranger would dare not speak such words to me
crushing fists would they find quickly pounding their bodies.
 
The slap of the glove upon their face,
to face certain death on the field of honor.
The answer to your acts are simple enough,
you are an abuser of woman.
 
Your love of God and Jesus but a front
a lie to all.
Deep within your heart lies hate still pouring
on one who has loved you beyond all others.
 
A faithful friend
you no longer are to me.
I have seen your soul.
 
It is dark, black and ridden with the shit of the world
upon your lips.
Oh where, oh where did my love go.
You are without honor, heroism or truth in your declared love.

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“No Need to Fear” copyright 2013 John J. Rigo, upcoming poetry book, “Passion Amidst Apathy”

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , , on May 12, 2013| Leave a Comment »

   
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Courtesy of lightofheaven.com

I awoke as from my normal sleep
I had died in the night while asleep.
I had no fear
I was at peace.
 
My spiritual body no longer had pain
That nagging toothache was gone
I still had a body of sorts
It was pure energy ever-growing.
 
My field of vision was three sixty
not just forward and to the side.
I could see all around me.
 
I was in a land of beauty
that my former body
would not have been able to tolerate
the radiance of its sheer beauty
would have crashed a physical body. 
 
From afar a white silvery figure approached
It was my Lord in robes of flowing enegy.
His spiritual hand reached for mine.
 
With a gentle tug
He remarked,
“Come….we are going Home.” 
 

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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 May 6, 2013| Leave a Comment »

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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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"My Beloved Survivor" copyright 2009 (Possible PG13 rating) John J. Rigo, upcoming book, "Passion Amidst Apathy"

Posted in Overcoming Breast Cancer Twice, Poetry, tagged , , , , , , , on May 5, 2013| Leave a Comment »

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She stood naked before me in the bathroom.
Before me I can see her beauty
amidst the scars of her two battles.
 
Breast cancer
twice in a ten year period.
 
Her left breast was twisted almost inward.
The scar under her arm pit made her nipple
bend inward toward her chest wall.
 
Upon her right breast the burn was clearly seen.
It was where six weeks of radiation were done
in one week. 
 
The right side was caved inward in this area of burn.
Her nipple stood straight high and proud on this breast. 
This was the breast that the doctor suggested
that she also have chemo due to her second bout.
 
Her hair had long grown back from this terror
of a heart-wrenching attack on her entire body.
 
As she smiled at me
and kissed the top of my head.
 
I thanked my Lord
for putting this beautiful
and strong woman
in my life.   

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“Elvis Is Still In My Heart” copyright 2011 John J. Rigo, Revised, upcoming poetry book, “Passion Amidst Apathy”

Posted in About Elvis, Poem, Poem About Elvis, upcoming book "Passion Amidst Apathy", tagged , , , , , , , on May 2, 2013| Leave a Comment »

  

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http://www.elvisconcerts.com/newspapers/press391.htm
 
It seems just like yesterday that Elis died.
In all the years that have passed since that sad day
he is still in my heart.
 
His passion
his being
his songs spoke of my own feelings.
You see
I grew up with him.
 
I remember being blessed in seeing him in person.
It was Dallas 1975.
I had a tenth row seat.
 
I could see the sweat on his forehead.
For months afterward
I had dreams of that time
I got to spend with him.
There will never be another Elvis.

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“Last Wish” copyright 2013 John J. Rigo, upcoming poetry book, “Passion Amidst Apathy”

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , , on April 29, 2013| 1 Comment »

 
 
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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