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Posted in Our Greatest Gift to each other., tagged , , , , , , on September 1, 2012| Leave a Comment »

This poem especially keeps returning to my thoughts. It relates the reality that all material things that are precious to us will fall away from us. What will be left is our spiritual relationships with others and the love that binds us together.

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

Courtesy of Agung888 
 
 
 
My gift to you is neither gold or silver.
Diamonds can never hold the light of this gift.
Pearls will will never glow beyond the of this gift.
 
It is everlasting and eternal.
Within the gift is enclosed the song of angels.
Another part of the gift is the gentle breath of God
given in love to his creatures.
 
In many ways this gift has life within it
as it changes and grows.
My only valued possession of priceless value is this gift.
 
I give you this gift freely without restraint.
Beyond death it will always be yours.
I give thee my love my love. 
 
 

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“Re-Run” copyright 2012 John J. Rigo, upcoming poetry book, “Passion Amidst Apathy”

Posted in Remembering the Passion of Youth, tagged , , , , , on August 30, 2012| Leave a Comment »

 

Courtesy of the special collection of the University of Washington

 
 
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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“Relative” copyright 2012 John J. Rigo, upcoming poetry book, “Passion Amidst Apathy”

Posted in The Gift of Our Souls, tagged , , , , , , on August 27, 2012| 2 Comments »

 

“An Exploding Sun” Courtesy of cbsnews.com

A Sun in our universe
exploding into billions of pieces of ash.
An existence of billions of years.
 
A daily occurrence in our Universe
is such in the millions of light years
around us.
 
Our lifetimes upon this Earth
but an average of seventy-odd years.
Dust and ash will we also become.
 
Is there a difference in these two happenings?
We can only pray there is
in an eternal soul blessed by the Father.
 
Make a difference in the Universe.
It is your gift to your Father.
Give a part of yourself this day. 
 

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"Our Day" copyright 2005 John J. Rigo "Roses Amidst Thorns"

Posted in Selection from "Roses Amidst Thorns" published in 2005, tagged , , , , , , on August 26, 2012| Leave a Comment »

 
 
 

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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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"Dreams" copyright 2005 John J. Rigo "Roses Amidst Thorns"

Posted in Poetry, tagged , , , , on August 23, 2012| 5 Comments »

 

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Dreams
dreams
I step into the world of my dreams.
Dreams of you.
 
Your lips touching mine
my arms around your waist.
I am holding you close.
 
We are breathing as one.
Kissing as one.
Is this real or is it not?
 
Let me not awake
from this place
where there is only
you and me.
 
Just
dreaming
dreaming.

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Posted in Are we remembered?, tagged , , , on August 22, 2012| Leave a Comment »

This is a re-blog from my earlier works.  The question is one that enters all our minds from time to time.  The unknown, a scary place for sure when it comes to where we might be going upon the deaths of our bodies.  Will it be just so much dust in time or truly another heavenly existence for us?

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

 
The sand is pushed aside
as my feet are placed upon the landscape.
My footprints quickly disappear
as I move forward in my quest.
 
Blowing winds leave the mark of my path
but for a second
a mark of passing that becomes neither
a longing memory
or a recall by the passing landscape.
 
Are we too
a grain of sand
lost to a moment of time?

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"A Prayer To A Loved One" (Revised) copyright 2008 John J. Rigo, upcoming poetry book, "Passion Amidst Apathy"

Posted in Standing Before the Doorway of Death, upcoming book "Passion Amidst Apathy", tagged , , , , , , , , , on August 21, 2012| 4 Comments »

 
 

“Standing before the doorway of Death”

As I stand before the doorway of death
let the last vision that I will hold
be that of you.
 
Let my soaring soul be forever imprinted
with memories of you.
 
Let not my journey be far
before at last
I am in your arms again.
 
Let my lips be sealed in a kiss from you
bearing witness
to our eternity together.
 

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“Touching You” copyright 2012 John J. Rigo, upcoming poetry book, “Passion Amidst Apathy”

Posted in A New Poem of Love, tagged , , , on August 17, 2012| 1 Comment »

 
 

Courtesy of my.opera.com “Everything was perfect in my universe.”

It was the middle of the morning
as I awoke from a strange dream.
In the dream
I had died.
 
My spiritual body was perfect
I had no pain
I was connected to the Universe.
 
I suddenly awoke with a dread.
The dread being that you were not there.  
My hand reached across my left toward you.
 
My fingertips touched your arm
firm tender and round.
Peace covered me.
 
My other hand touched your hair.
In your sleep your hand raised above your head.
Your hand gently held mine while you were sleeping.
 
I then realized in this world
as long as you  were with me
everything was perfect in the Universe.

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Posted in Another Poem from the "Master's Series of Poetry", tagged , , , , , on August 13, 2012| Leave a Comment »

Another poem from the “Master’s Series of Poetry.”

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

 
 
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…

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Posted in One of Seven Poems of the Master's Series of Poetry, tagged , , on August 11, 2012| Leave a Comment »

This is one of seven poems of the “Master Series of Poetry.”

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

 
 
 
 
The night sky was a deep black with blazing stars
over the Master and His disciples
this particular night along the sea of Galilee.
It was a time of quiet contemplation of the beauty of God’s work.
 
Within the group of His disciples
one disciple had a troubling question.
With reverence he approached the Master with his question.
“Does God’s Love for us have bounds when remembering our sins in His Eternal Memory?”
asked the disciple quietly as to not disturb the other men in the group.
 
The Master lifted His Head toward the night sky
and pointed His finger to a bright star saying,
“As you look upon the stars in the night sky
many have long changed in form
and are no more. 
 
The distance is so great in the travel of that light
that we still see those suns prior to their…

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