Posted in God is Everywhere, God's Gifts are found in Unexpected Places, upcoming book "Passion Amidst Apathy", tagged A McKinney Poet, A Published McKinney Texas Poet, A published poet who has won the Collin County Texas Poetry Award, A spiritual poem from a McKinney Texas poet, Beer, Collecting, Food, Glass bottle, God, His Gifts to Me (Heart of God Devotional Series), Lord, McKinney Texas home of a local international poet, Recreation, Top 200 poets internationally in Who's Who, Winner of the Collin County Poetry Award, Winning Poet of the Collin County Texas Poetry Contest on April 23, 2014|
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It was a simple glass bottle,
that gave me a gift of song,
that day.
It was a beautiful sunny day,
on the waterfront side of my home.
With a fresh cold, iced beer,
I sat on the back porch.
The breeze was beautiful as diamonds of light,
sparkled off the water before me.
A curious thing happened as I slowly drank that beer.
The outside wind played through the empty part of the bottle.
A song, like no other, played through the glass.
It was a haunting song of eons,
from another time.
As I drank more liquor from the bottle,
the song changed in pitch to a sweeter song.
It came to me at that moment,
that God‘s gifts to us are never ending.
In prayer,
I gave thanks to God,
for His gifts to me,
that day,
and the song of the bottle.
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Posted in Passion Never Dies, Remembering the Passion of Youth, Silver-headed men never Die, The Flame of Youth Never Dies in Elder men, tagged Airline, Cedar Creek Lake in East Texas, God, Lord, Old Men are still young men in mind, Passion, Poem, Poetry, relationships, Remembering our Youth., Texas, The Flame of Passion never dies, United States, Wisdom and Youth on April 14, 2014|
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It had been many years since he felt that way.
It was a rerun in his memory of the past.
There was fifty years between them.
She was outright flirting with him.
He was uncomfortable with it.
He was sitting right there with his Bride.
She acted like his bride was not even in the room.
Maybe it was how she got right into his face.
She looked at him like he was something really special.
She touched his knee under the table
as she kneeled before them on the side of the table
to take their dinner order.
Just when he accepted that his youth was long gone
she had to come along and remind him
what it felt like to be desired.
She was unfair in doing what she did.
Leaving behind the passions of youth
is not an easy thing for a man to do.
The move from passion to wisdom
is painful for any man.
Perhaps ladies there is a lesson here.
Men of Passion never die in their hearts.
The burning heat of creation is part of their DNA.
Never treat your man like he is no longer alive.
Within every silver-headed man
still lies the young boy
remembering
wanting
desiring.
Laugh not at Passion.
It is as old as the centuries.
Forever faithful.
Forever remembering.
What it was like
to have been loved.
Commentary on Poem: Shortly after I posted this poem and shared it with one of my friends, their comment was, “John, some folks would just about do anything for a big tip, especially a twenty year old.” His comment was filled with great laughter. Frankly I joined the laughter with many big “Ha-Ha’s” on my part. There is much truth in the saying, “There is no fool, like an old fool.” Lol
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Posted in Angels in Night Dreams a poem, Christmas Angels, Uncategorized, tagged A poem by John J. Rigo, Dallas, Jesus, Lord, night dreams, Poems, return of angels, Stepfamily, Texas, texas poems on March 30, 2014|
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The dream returned.
Angels returning in my dreams.
There was a sense of familiarity.
Intimate in nature
centered in comfort and peace.
I felt loved beyond time itself.
Never to feel lonely again.
Never to have fear again.
It seemed to be a connection
between the two Angels.
A Golden-headed Mother
and a fair-headed daughter.
They both hugged me.
They stroked my face gently.
They both held me close to them.
It was with a great feeling of love
that I felt when I awoke this morning.
Angels returning to me
in the night
to let me know
that “Yes,”
am I truly loved.
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Posted in Could this be your Hell?, Facing an Unending Hell, Selection from "Roses Amidst Thorns" published in 2005, tagged A Poem dealing with the death of a daughter, Business, Dream, Forgiveness, God, IPhone, IPod Touch, ITunes, Lord, Poetry, Racing thoughts, Texas, texas poetry, Time, Video Games on March 28, 2014|
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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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Posted in "Great Thoughts" a new poem by McKinney Texas' poet John J. Rigo, A Poem on Great Thoughts by John J. Rigo, tagged Christmas, Health, Jesus, Lord, Military discharge, Stepfamily, Texas, Word on March 19, 2014|
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There are moments in my life
that I know that I am
at the edge of great thoughts.
A sentence
a phrase
that when read
would change the world.
Has hard as I push
I cannot find those words
they seem immediately lost to me.
Yet those moments of what can be
great revelation to share with others
seems so important to capture and share.
It is always after this time
of reaching so deeply within myself
that these three sentences keep playing in my mind.
He knows your pain.
He loves you.
He will be with you
forever.
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Posted in A Nightmare Poem of the Future of the US, A Poem and Commentary on our Future with Obama, Is this the Future of the US?, The New Obama flag for the US, What three more years of Obama will bring., tagged A Nightmare of the Future, Barack Obama, Christianity, Flag, God, Lord, New Gods, Obama, Poem with Commentary on President Obama, President, Race and ethnicity in the United States Census, Religion and Spirituality, United States on March 15, 2014|
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Commentary on March 15th, 2014: I am reposting what seems to be a popular poem that I wrote regarding our President. Yesterday, while undergoing a medial procedure, my doctor and I shared our despise for President Obama. Truthfully, I always choke up when I have to use the word “President” before Obama’s name. If anyone in our history was not worthy of the title, Obama is the one.
My doctor is of course, an educated man but sadly lives in denial regarding the powers of Obama. His take is that President Obama will never be impeached but is now “boxed in” and will not be able to bring any further harm to our country.
I tend to realize that this is the attitude of the majority of educated individuals that I come upon in my daily life. There seems to be a trend where there is a lot of shouting and crying over the lying regime that Obama has put into place in our country but nothing is being accomplished by the Republican party, a party that has truly lost its way in leadership for our country.
To my way of thinking reality will only set in when the majority of the white middle class of this country are herded into Federal “Care Camps” under Obama as they await the new gas chambers built by his administration. When that day comes I will be dearly holding my American Flag and fighting to the death in an attempt to save my country from the tyranny of Obama.
Somewhere along my journey
I stepped into a time machine.
I do not remember exactly when it happened.
I stepped forward in a strange land where a language
was spoken that did not sound like any tongue I knew.
The beings looked like me.
The planet seemed the same
but it was not.
There was a new god
in this land
in this dimension.
His name was Obama.
I looked closer at the eyes
of those about me.
Their was a strange blankness
in their eyes
an emptiness of spirit
I could not explain.
I eagerly sought a sight of a flag pole
to see what land I might be in.
My eyes sought the Red, White and Blue.
Instead I looked with fright upon a flag
all to familiar from a past election.
God did not save us.
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Posted in A Poem by Award Winning Poet John J. Rigo, Another point of view on Heaven, My Newest Favorite Poem, Poem, Poetry, tagged A Poem by John J. Rigo of East Texas, Arts, Cedar Creek Lake in Texas, East Texas' Poets, Eustace Texas, Google Image, Gun Barrel City Texas, Lord, Poetry, Shopping, Texas, United States, Writers Resources on March 8, 2014|
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Poem “Waking Knight” by John J. Rigo. Image courtesy of Google Image search.
Commentary: It is my belief that all creative writers look for markers along their writing journey that represent improvement in their craft. This recent written poem is no exception in my almost thirty years of poetry writing. Within the poem I see my belief in an afterlife, I see myself as a warrior in defense against Evil representing my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ. What a beautiful image to die and awake in such a place in one’s after life. Thank you Lord for this life and all lives that will be ahead in eternity.
I awoke
as from a sleep
of death.
Long gentle fingers
were rubbing my forehead
the side of my face
touching my lips.
As my eyes opened
I knew I was no longer
on my prior world of earth.
Before me I beheld
a beautiful maiden
of golden hair
skin of cream and light
eyes of blue/grey and gold.
There was no fear within me.
I was at a place where I was meant to be.
I was home in a castle of my Lord‘s place for me.
My eyes gazed upon my body.
Upon me where plates of armour.
Gold-Silver and various jewels
incrusted upon them.
As the maiden raised my head
I observed the symbols upon my breast-plate.
In the middle in Gold was a Lion.
On each side of it were Dragons
standing with their feet gently
touching the Lion.
Above the Lion
flew a Golden Eagle
with wings of silver.
My armour gleamed
from head to toe
in this beautiful creation.
What battle has my Lord
prepared for me in this place?
Who was this maiden
who touches me with a loving touch?
The maiden spoke,
“My Lord, Evil awaits for battle.
Prepare thyself.”
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Posted in My Wife with Courage to Overcome Cancer, Overcoming Breast Cancer Twice, Poetry, tagged A Poem about a Poet's wife, Breast, Cancer, Conditions and Diseases, Forgiveness, Health, Jesus, Lord, Nipple, Risks and Prevention, Thoracic wall, United States on March 4, 2014|
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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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Posted in A Poem rendering Insight to a Texas' Poet and Commentator, Poetry, tagged Arts, Christianity, God, Hardware, Insight to a Texas' Poet and Commentator, Lord, memory, Moto of a Texas' Poet, Religion and Spirituality, Texas on March 3, 2014|
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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 A Nightmare Poem of the Future of the US, Is this the Future of the US?, The New Obama flag for the US, What three more years of Obama will bring., tagged A Nightmare of the Future, Barack Obama, Christianity, Flag, God, Lord, New Gods, Obama, President, Race and ethnicity in the United States Census, Religion and Spirituality, United States on March 1, 2014|
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Somewhere along my journey I stepped into a time machine.
I do not remember exactly when it happened.
I stepped forward in a strange land where a language
was spoken that did not sound like any tongue I knew.
The beings looked like me.
The planet seemed the same
but it was not.
There was a new god
in this land
in this dimension.
His name was Obama.
I looked closer at the eyes
of those about me.
Their was a strange blankness
in their eyes
an emptiness of spirit
I could not explain.
I eagerly sought a sight of a flag pole
to see what land I might be in.
My eyes sought the Red, White and Blue.
Instead I looked with fright upon a flag
all to familiar from a past election.
God did not save us.
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“Am I Now Lost to my Time?” copyright 2012 John J. Rigo, with Commentary on President Obama, Upcoming book, “Passion Amidst Apathy”
Posted in A Nightmare Poem of the Future of the US, A Poem and Commentary on our Future with Obama, Is this the Future of the US?, The New Obama flag for the US, What three more years of Obama will bring., tagged A Nightmare of the Future, Barack Obama, Christianity, Flag, God, Lord, New Gods, Obama, Poem with Commentary on President Obama, President, Race and ethnicity in the United States Census, Religion and Spirituality, United States on March 15, 2014| 1 Comment »

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Commentary on March 15th, 2014: I am reposting what seems to be a popular poem that I wrote regarding our President. Yesterday, while undergoing a medial procedure, my doctor and I shared our despise for President Obama. Truthfully, I always choke up when I have to use the word “President” before Obama’s name. If anyone in our history was not worthy of the title, Obama is the one. My doctor is of course, an educated man but sadly lives in denial regarding the powers of Obama. His take is that President Obama will never be impeached but is now “boxed in” and will not be able to bring any further harm to our country. I tend to realize that this is the attitude of the majority of educated individuals that I come upon in my daily life. There seems to be a trend where there is a lot of shouting and crying over the lying regime that Obama has put into place in our country but nothing is being accomplished by the Republican party, a party that has truly lost its way in leadership for our country. To my way of thinking reality will only set in when the majority of the white middle class of this country are herded into Federal “Care Camps” under Obama as they await the new gas chambers built by his administration. When that day comes I will be dearly holding my American Flag and fighting to the death in an attempt to save my country from the tyranny of Obama. Somewhere along my journey I stepped into a time machine. I do not remember exactly when it happened. I stepped forward in a strange land where a language was spoken that did not sound like any tongue I knew. The beings looked like me. The planet seemed the same but it was not. There was a new god in this land in this dimension. His name was Obama. I looked closer at the eyes of those about me. Their was a strange blankness in their eyes an emptiness of spirit I could not explain. I eagerly sought a sight of a flag pole to see what land I might be in. My eyes sought the Red, White and Blue. Instead I looked with fright upon a flag all to familiar from a past election. God did not save us.Share this:
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