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Jane Parrish, The Venus Apartments, Oak Cliff, 1965 Courtesy of blog.alexwaterhousehayward.com

When I was young
I never thought I would get old.
 
When I was young
I believed love from another was eternal.
 
When I was young
I thought all my dreams would come true.
 
This day as I look into the mirror
I now see the lines of old age
upon now a unyouthful face.
 
I have found that true love is a fleeting thing.
I have learned that the paths of life
are filled with broken dreams.
 
On the day of my Seventh Birthday
I thanked my Lord and Savior for this humble life.
 
In spite of my aging body
my broken heart 
my crushed dreams
the gift of this life
is truly
a beautiful thing.

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There are times that I remember what it was like to not awake each day in pain. Times where I had pain as a constant companion each waking moment of each day. Still I am blessed in having each day to praise His Name.

John J. Rigo, Texas' Poet and Commentator's avatarTexas Poetry

Last year was a visit to the Carrol Clinic in Dallas.
My back and hip had been hurting me for some time.
The findings were not good.
 
A Class Four hip.
A crack in my spine bone.
Two disks in my spine fused together.
 
I knew when it happened.
A fall over ten years ago while attempting to trim a tree
in our front yard.
 
The fall at that time resulted in nine staples in my head
and eventual surgery on my knee.
The other injuries laid in wait.
My future in enjoying the rest of my life was in doubt
with the activities I enjoyed so much in my past.
 
 My mind went back to Cooperstown in upstate New York.
I was sixteen and working the summer on a dairy farm.
It was part of the “Fresh Air Program” of New York City for young men.
 

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This is Cancer Awareness Month. This is our Story on this subject..

John J. Rigo, Texas' Poet and Commentator's avatarTexas Poetry

 
 
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…

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Courtesy of deskridged

It was a cold black cloud that overcame me.
An unknown evil sucked the very air from the room.
I wanted to scream but could not.
 
I felt waves of tears within the folds of my body.
A tightness in my throat I could not explain.
A flood of tears within my being
being held back
from some inner strength of will.
 
I realized my best friend was no longer.
A heap of once shiny metal on a field of battle
was now the very heart and soul of me.
 
Destroyed beyond any possible flashes of laughter.
Destroyed at the very core of me
was this once shining light.
 
When I saw the truth
now fully realized in its
cutting reality
there is no pain that could be greater.
 
My love is no more.
A valley of tears lies before me.
Was there any way to remove this spear
that now cuts deeply into the very soul of my spirit.
 
I cryed to the heavens
but was not heard.
Please God
I moaned,
“Remove this torment from me.”
 
This deep sadness
that now drapes my body.
Drapes the light of each
of my future days.
 
“Spare me this torment
dear God”
was my final cry. 

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“Bring Love and Joy to my World.” Courtesy of bringlaughter.com

It was the weight of a huge boulder upon my heart
crushing the very soul of my spirit from my body.
It was the realization that I was not loved.
 
Without Love in our lives
we are just walking pieces of flesh
without joy
without laughter
without peace.
 
my mind reached back
to memories of when I was loved.
Wrapped in these thoughts
I was able to regain my breath
I pulled death away from my body.
 
I will await another day
with a joy of anticipation
that my future bride 
awaits me
in the future
before me.
  
This hope gives me
strength to face
another day
without the love
I so desperately need
in my life.   

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Every writer and/or poet have their favorites. This poem is one of my favorites. Enjoy and be joyful.

John J. Rigo, Texas' Poet and Commentator's avatarTexas Poetry

 
 
Embrace your Youth.
The ticks of time move more quickly
than observed or counted. 
 
Embrace the Love of your Youth.
The embers lose their warm and glow
more quickly than our memories will capture.
 
Embrace the Wisdom 
that is bestowed upon you.
It will carry you
through the dark days
before you.  
 
Curse not your regrets.
They are but markers along the road. 
Regrets render the opportunity
to seek forgiveness.
 
Embrace your Lord
with Love and Worship.
He will Bless you along the road
and to the final place
of His Love for you. 

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“A Voice Within”

Within me a voice calls to be heard.
Sonnets of love lost and found again
in the spirit of my sweet Jesus.
 
Raise not your halting hand in ignorance.
Let not your lips cease my songs of poetry.
My songs are my life.
 
I have faced death
with fear sucking the breath from me.
It was my prayers to God
that lead me to the light of His Love.
 
Let my stories be heard.
There are those that need to hear my story.
In so hearing will the light that I found
will also be their light of hope and joy.  

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This poem was included in my second published poetry book. It brought the horror of 9/11 clearly to me.

John J. Rigo, Texas' Poet and Commentator's avatarTexas Poetry

   
 
 

The following poem was written on the afternoon of 9-11.  It relates to the sorrow and pain of our country losing loved ones in a senseless killing of innocence in the deaths of 2,973.

“Red, White and Blue” copyright 9-11-2001 John J. Rigo

Red, White and Blue are the colors before me on this day.

It will be a day remembered by numbers used to summon help.

Nine, One and One, bring only the recall of white dust,

rock, and twisted steel in a sea of sorrow.

Can these tears wash away the pain

that this day brings?

Tears shed for those we love and are no more.

I cry out for my Brothers and Sisters in the depth of pain

that befalls their hearts.

Could there be a greater sin,

then a day so dark?

I think not.

I pray for peace, comfort, and hope,

for the souls…

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I recall telling my wife many years ago that within every man is a Knight in Shining Armour. Their only desire in life is to be the hero to their maiden.

John J. Rigo, Texas' Poet and Commentator's avatarTexas Poetry

 
 
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…

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I find myself lately thinking more and more of my past. At the end of this year my life will undergo a great change. I will have to let go of a home that I dearly love where my primary home is currently located in McKinney, Texas. I will be moving from a city home to a country home in the form of a farm in East Texas. It will be to pursue a dream that my wife has had for many years. I can only hope that her decision to leave our city home, the only real home I have known for over forty years, will be the right direction for our lives.  Lord bless my soon to be journey.

John J. Rigo, Texas' Poet and Commentator's avatarTexas Poetry

  
 
Often I think of you
in the time of our youth
when it was just us.
 
Sunshine glowed when we were together.
The grief of our former lives made us a pair.
Then our lives were simpler
filled with few things
but rich in much love.
 
Somethimes I wonder if you think of me on occasion.
Did you put aside
as I have
the separation of our love
the anger
the hurt
that we both suffered?
  
Beauty is in those memories.
The thoughts of us at that time are sweeter
and more beautiful when they cross my mind.
 
In daydreams of simpler times
my thoughts question where you are now
and did you find happiness?
Did you have the children
that we never had?
 
Althought many years have passed
I send to you my love from a former time
with blessing for your…

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