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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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Patricia Jordan has one of my favorite blogs. I always find a worthy reblog on her site. This fellow is great in verbally relating Shakespeare, perhaps the greatest poet of all time.

Patricia Jordan's avatarWest Coast Living Canada

 

“All the world’s a stage, and all the men and women merely players: they have their exits and their entrances; and one man in his time plays many parts, his acts being seven ages.” -William Shakespeare

Bard on the Beach is Western Canada’s largest professional Shakespeare Festival. It has an annual attendance of more than 90,000 patrons, and is held in the Bard Village in Vanier Park from mid June to mid September in Vancouver, British Columbia. The Festival celebrates its 25th season in 2013.

Bard Village

The Bard Village is a lively gathering space for patrons to socialize prior to the performances. The Village has a concession, bar services, a gift shop and box office. The Village is open one hour prior to curtain. Performances are held in two tents in a unique setting on the waterfront. The 742-seat main stage tent is open-ended giving the audience…

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Courtesy of aboveandbeyonddautism.blogspot.com

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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Courtesy of umazzing.com

As of August 15th, 2013, the “Texas‘ Poetry Site” reached another milestone of 40,000 plus hits.  My deepest thanks and appreciation to the WordPress family, and all those who share my spiritual poetry work, as well as my Texas’ Commentary posts regarding my new communities in Henderson County, Texas, Eustace, Texas, Gun Barrel City, Texas and the Nation. 

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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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Courtesy of umazzing.com

As of June 25th, 2013, the “Texas‘ Poetry Site” reached another milestone of 39,000 plus hits.  My deepest thanks and appreciation to the WordPress family, and all those who share my spiritual poetry work, as well as my Texas’ Commentary posts regarding my new communities in Henderson County, Texas, Eustace, Texas, Gun Barrel City, Texas and the Nation. 

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Courtesy of dreamingmom.blogspot.com

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 umazzing.com

As of May 10th, 2013, the “Texas‘ Poetry Site” reached another milestone of 38,000 plus hits.  My deepest thanks and appreciation to the WordPress family, and all those who share my spiritual poetry work, as well as my Texas’ Commentary posts regarding my new communities in Henderson County, Texas, Eustace, Texas, Gun Barrel City, Texas and the Nation. 

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Perhaps a good book to read before marrying that second partner?

Perhaps a good book to read before marrying that second partner?

The scene is familiar.
A local restaurant.
The couple came to enjoy breakfast.
 
A woman joins the couple.
She is unfamiliar to the husband.
Introductions are made.
 
During the course of conversation
between the wife and woman friend
mention is made of several occasions
where the husband of the wife
is made to look like a jerk. 
 
As the husband listens to these
indirect insults by his wife
his mind travels back to his youth.
 
Memories fill his mind
in recalled memories of his
first childhood bride
who always treated him
with pride before others. 
 
An inner voice rings in his head.
The voice tells him he lacked maturity
in keeping his childhood bride.
 
He now realizes he is at the end of his life.
He is now married to a Jerk for a wife.
Lord….save us from our own stupidity. 

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