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Taken Sunrise on Black Friday, November 25th 2011 in Gun Barrel City on Cedar Creek Lake in Texas at OZ our lakehome

The following poem from my first published book, has been a favorite  poem for many years.  It has been republished several times in the Dallas Morning News, The McKinney Courier Gazette, and various major web sites.  From my family to yours, our best wishes and blessings for 2015.  

Over the last year, I am especially appreciative of all the positive feedback I have received on this WordPress web site.  Thank You All!

 
Blessings, a special gift from God.
Given in prayer
given when no hope
seems apparent.
 
 
Blessings bring joys
when there is darkness
laughter where there are tears.
Could these blessings be
but tears from God?
 
 
A way that our God lets us know,
that He truly is there
and yes
He does exist?
 
 
At times these gifts are given
when never expected
to let us know
truly love and concern
is there for us all. 
 
 
If you have forgotten on this day
the many special blessings rendered to you.
In this blessed thing called Life.
Get on your knees
render thanks to our God.
 
He will only bless you
with more of His eternal Love.
 

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Courtesy of 123rf.com

What is the name of that song?
It does not matter
let us be silly and dance
swirling and twirling across the floor.
 
Our youth flashes before our laughing faces.
Yesterdays move into the now of our beat together
swirling steps into the footprints of ashen time.
 
For a golden time
our memories of the pain in our past
is no more.
 
We have each other
with our own very special song
and our own very special dance. 

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“Go Down With Obama” copyright 2011 John J. Rigo, upcoming book, “Passion Amidst Apathy”

“Riding into the “Valley of Debt” with Obama

Go down with Obama,
was the rallying cry of my great country.
Into the valley of debt rode the millions.
Upon their backs laid their now defunct,
IRA’s.
 
Their horses sucked in their last breaths,
as the storm clouds of a depression,
engulfed them.
 
Oh, our great leader Obama,
will praises of your name,
be sung down thru the ages,
or will your name be cursed,
by the children of these riders,
who have lost their dreams? 
 
Into the valley of bankruptcy rode the millions,
in their last days of glory.
In the deep recesses of the valley,
was this cry from the disenfranchised and the idle,
“Oh Save Us Obama,
from the Valley of Work, Taxes, and Love of our Country!”
 
“The democracy will cease to exist when you take away from those who are willing to work and give to those who would not.”  A Quote by Thomas Jefferson 
 

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Courtesy of jezebel.com

You can tell a lot about a person

in how they treat their dog.

I have hear that dog

cry out for her master

many a day

and nights.

She is about fifteen now.

She has endured tempertures in the teens

while being left outdoors.

She has swellered in heat above 100

while being left outdoors.

An electronic fence guards her escape from this prison.

The fence is in the front of the house

no less.

Many a morning does the smell of her poop

fill the air of their neighbor’s yard.

Her Master has been featured

in a well-known community magazine

hugging this dog no less. 

You sure can tell a lot about a person

in how they really treat their dog.

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Picture couresy of Bing

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Multicolored lighting amidst the sound
of rhythmic thunder pounded the huge hall.
The laughter and droning noises had a hollow metallic sound.
 
The human Ferris wheel was in motion around the center spoke.
Quick glaces, smiles…some real
other’s set in concrete faces.
There was quiet desperation set in the eyes of many.
 
Touching in passing moments of movement
were soft warm bodies
pressed against arms
hips brushing fingertips.
 
Out of loneliness did I seek this place
a passenger on a self-made time machine.
I am tired of too many futures coming to this moment.
 
I want the warmth of my youth.
Child-book romance where just the touch of a hand
freezes time in its beauty.
 
Primitive drums change tempo
the words are lost to the sensation of physical self.
Reality is moved to the edge of pulsating light beneath
the feet of bodies in tune with the sound.
 
Paired dancers locked in self-love
unaware of each other.
A checkerboard of kings and queens without mates
in a game without end. 
 
Surrender whispers the voice within.
A reflection on a mirrored wall looks intently
at a standing figure.
 
A misplaced look of aging shown in
salt and peppered hair with growing signs of age
around the eyes.
 
The dream of youth shatters.
The Guardian of Time Present
leaves through the portal marked “Exit.”
The dream is no more.

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“Riding into the “Valley of Debt” with Obama

Go down with Obama,
was the rallying cry of my great country.
Into the valley of debt rode the millions.
Upon their backs laid their now defunct,
IRA’s.
 
Their horses sucked in their last breaths,
as the storm clouds of a depression,
engulfed them.
 
Oh, our great leader Obama,
will praises of your name,
be sung down thru the ages,
or will your name be cursed,
by the children of these riders,
who have lost their dreams? 
 
Into the valley of bankruptcy rode the millions,
in their last days of glory.
In the deep recesses of the valley,
was this cry from the disenfranchised and the idle,
“Oh Save Us Obama,
from the Valley of Work, Taxes, and Love of our Country!”
 
“The democracy will cease to exist when you take away from those who are willing to work and give to those who would not.”  A Quote by Thomas Jefferson 
 

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Courtesy of bg-bg.facebook.com

 
 
 
Last night a dream entered my peace.
It was you sobbing.
Crying for what could have been 
but it was not.
 
Outside of your world everything seemed perfect.
To others your world was without want.
It was not.
 
A part of your soul was seeking
but not finding
some special part of understanding.
 
The part that was compassion
of tenderness
that was not in your moment of being.
 
Was there hope to bind this wound
a wound so deep?
My arms reached for you.
 
Held you tight with lips to your ear.
Whispered I love you
I care
I know your pain.
 
I will always be here for you.
You slowly smiled.
Sunshine filled the room.  

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Courtesy of 123rf.com

What is the name of that song?
It does not matter
let us be silly and dance
swirling and twirling across the floor.
 
Our youth flashes before our laughing faces.
Yesterdays move into the now of our beat together
swirling steps into the footprints of ashen time.
 
For a golden time
our memories of the pain in our past
is no more.
 
We have each other
with our own very special song
and our own very special dance. 

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Courtesy of Google search. Author unknown.

Courtesy of Google search. Author unknown.

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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Courtesy of footage.shutterstock.com

A bright blue sky day.
Water with a spray of diamonds.
Rays of warmth upon my face.
 
You at my side
with that special smile
that I love above all expressions
that pass over your face each day.
 
Let us hold this close to us
in what seems not enough time for
just the two of us.
 
Cherish this day
love this day
with all we have.
 
For we will never know
how many
if any
of these days are before us.
 
We have each other
with our love for one another.
What could be worth
more than just this day?

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