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Courtesy of vi.sualize.us

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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Courtesy of scotdodge.blogspot.com

It was my sweet Jesus
who brought me to the light
from the darkest place in my life.
 
It was my sweet Jesus
Who loved me
and kept me safe
when no one cared
whether I lived or died.
 
It was my sweet Jesus,
Who protected me against
the darkest of evils
that befell my life. 
 
It was my sweet Jesus
Who showed me the beauty of heaven
when I no longer believed in Him.
 
It was my sweet Jesus,
Who answered my prayers
when I cried out in pain and agony.
 
It was my sweet Jesus,
Who brought joy to my heart
and hope for my soul.
 
It was because of my sweet Jesus
that the eternity before me
is now filled
with the promise
of His eternal Love for me.

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The Dark Angel will be overcomed.

Amidst us stands the Dark Angel
joyful at each victory gained against us.
 
A free will to choose Good or Evil
a gift from our Loving God
is a part of our daily struggles.
 
The weapons of the Dark One are many.
Darkness that covers our mind with sorrow
in our latter years
to place us in a void of hopelessness
and fear.
 
Lost of health
lost of loved ones
bringing doubt to our aging minds.
 
Are we to be snatched from His Love
at our Eleventh hour before death?
 
Render your darkness to God’s Love and Power.
The Lord will lift you above this Evil.
 
Never fear
never give in to distrust nor hate
in the darkness that attacks you.
 
The Dark One’s only reward in eternity is suffering
while yours will be in the Light of God’s Love forever.
 
 

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Courtesy of guardian.co.uk

If I could create the perfect poem
my poem would remove sorrow from the world.
It would bring smiles where there were tears.
Mend broken hearts and return love again.
 
The perfect poem 
would replace all loneliness
with the Joy of God’s Love.
Friends would never be lost again
but be eternal in their friendships with us.
 
Each day would start with the songs of birds.
Each night would end with the sighs of night.
Every soul would find God
and never again be separated from His Love.
 
Every kiss would be with true love
and never of betrayal.
The Devil would be finally destroyed by God.
We would all reign in Paradise in the mist of joy
……………………..forever.
 
 
 

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My mind still does not accept they are gone from this world.
I find myself many a time reaching for a phone
to call them.
 
It is a select group
these souls that were a part of my life.
Some are friends
that cannot ever be replaced
in the deep meaning of their unselfish love of me.
 
Others were my parents
who I never really knew as people.
There was the apple of my eye,
my step-daughter of many years.
Truly the only daughter
I ever knew in my life.
 
There were others
that I would have liked to have known better
they are now gone
without any notice from my life.
 
At times I find them in my thoughts
mind speaking with them about different things
reaching and seeking unresponsive council  from now
an unfamilar place in my heart.
 
I know they are not really gone
they are just in a different place than me
a place that beckons me as my own death comes closer each day.
 
You see I never have gotten comfortable with Death.
So my dear friends
my dearest of loved ones
make a place for me.
 
A place where again
we can laugh and love
and talk about
all that is around us
each day of the eternity before us.
 

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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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I seek not praise or adoration,
just the warmness of your touch.
A friendship that seeks not reward
nor return.
A connection of understanding
between these gulfs
that separate us as humans
from different times and places,
even though we have not lived the same.
Love that overcomes all barriers between us,
without fear,
without reprisal,
to continue into time without limit for us.
To finally find,
at some point ahead,
the binding of our souls,
that will never leave us,
alone again.
 
 
 

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John J. Rigo A/lC, Registry custodian, Cosmic Top Secret Registry for ICEDEFOR from June 62' to June 63'

Your lips will move, and rendered me praise,
this Memorial Day.
Yet the words you will speak,
will not be from your heart.
You see,
you are a Democratic Liberal.   
In your youth,
you became a professional student,
in order to avoid serving your country.
The truth is,
you feel anyone who serves,
is a fool.
You feel differently than my Father,
in his own love of our country.
My Father came to his country,
at age sixteen,
on a boat to Ellis Island,
from Northern Italy.
My Father had three goals,
they were to seek,
“Honest work,
learn to speak English,
and to become,
an American citizen.”
My Father felt it was a privilege,
to be an American Citizen
of this great nation.
Today, I look about me,
at the millions who came to my country,
illegally,
and without any desire,
to seek honest work,
or speak our language,
or ever to become American citizens.
As head leader of our Nation,
you travel the world,
apologizing for the glory of our Nation.
To those who have worked hard,
lived within their means,
watch their own children serve our country;
you ask them to share their hard-earned living,
with those,
who hate our country,
have no work ethic,
nor honor toward others.
Your policies are destroying the fabric of our country.  
My fellow citizens,
who I have served,
with honor for my country,
do not let this continue and happen to
our country.
Step up,
at the voting booth,
this coming November in 2012.
“Let us take back our country,
from those who do not love her.”
     

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I have found the perfect love in Jesus.
He redeemed me with His love,
when I believed none was there.
As I left the earthbound,
material things of this world, I was lifted up to the heavens.
Before me lay the gates of joy,
covered with the tears of my redemption.
Awaiting my entrance were all the people
that I have ever loved and deeply grieved
their passage from the earth.
Open arms did I find;
hugs of love, was I given.
Upon entering those gates of joy,
beyond sight and time,
I  saw a garden laid before me.
In the garden were the trials and tribulations
of my life on earth.
They were but one small pea
compared to a field of His love.
I have found the perfect love in Jesus.
He redeemed me with His love,
when I believed none was there.
Now, I have been found. 

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