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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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Courtesy of followshipofminds.wordpress.com

I believe in America.
Land where my heart lives.
It is a land of accomplished dreams.
A land of courage.
A land that accepts all comers.
A land that gives hope to us all.
 
America overcomes all those who attempt
to bring evil to her shores.
America is the beacon of freedom to the world.
 
America is my land.
America is my home.
Keep America strong.
Impeach Obama.
 
If you do not love
America
please leave her.
 

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Courtesy of Google search

 
 
A beautiful day beckoned.
The sides of the hills were golden
with fields of grain. 
 
The Cypress trees were green
among great expanses of gleaming flat rocks.
An ideal day born for the enjoyment of the sun
and the wondrous words of the Master.
 
The crowd began to thin toward the afternoon sunset.
The Master was weary.
Many were the questions of the day.
The answers required much of His strength to loudly speak
the words of wisdom to the crowd. 
 
As the Master prepared to depart
a young man in the crowd shouted a question
in His direction.
  
The Master’s followers tried to quiet the man
to preserve their Lord’s voice.
They knew He was exhausted from the
long day of preaching.
 
The young man shouted again,
“Master, what can I do in my life that would be
pleasing to my Lord and God?”
In hearing this question
the crowd stopped movement
in their departure.
 
The crowd turned as one toward
where the Master stood.
Raising up to His full height
the Master looked over the crowd
with the kindest of smiles and He said,
 
“The mirrors of your own souls are within the eyes of
your brothers and sisters.
If you see hunger in those eyes around you
break the bread and share it.
 
If you see sorrow
share your tears with your brethren.
If fear overcomes your neighbors
stand with them
for numbers overcome fear.
 
Above all of these
love your neighbor
as you love your children.
My love protects your brethren
as it protects you.
 
This sharing of your love in my Father’s name
will be pleasing to your Lord and God.
In this sharing of your love without reserve
without reward
without a counting
will you be given
the glories of eternity.”
These words were spoken this day 
by the Master of my life.

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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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Courtesy of kelihasablog.wordpress.com

It is the twilight of my life.

It is a time that I wish to render a “Thank You”

to all those who have passed in my life

who rendered me genuine love and friendship.

To those who were there as friends

when I badly needed their encouragement

and their love.

Thank you for sharing your hearts and minds with me.

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Courtesy of giftsforhim.com

 
 
Flickering candles at the doorway to eternity.
The time of our lives in this world
seemly not worth noting
in the scheme of the universe.
 
Yet our God in His Love for us
fills our lives with such joy
in knowing Him.
 
Beyond the valley of tears
Beyond the lost of love
beyond the caverns of fear
beyond the dark rooms of hell itself
He has brought us to bath in His Light of Love.
 
Lives of ticking seconds
streaming in light years of
moving hours around a dying sun.
Should we not spend each day
in good works in His glory, worship, and honor?
 
Only by His individual touch in the miracle of our births
can we understand this grand gift given to us.
A gift to be able to find our way again
in being rejoined again
with the Master of our eternal fates.
 
 

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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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Romance, in its many forms, is truly a beautiful human thing. I always find myself going back to my old poetry postings on the subject and simply “Recalling” such times from my own life. Best to have Lived, then not Lived at All!

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

 
 
If you and I met at a different time in space and place
would we be more than people who passed formal greetings?
 
Would our eyes pierce the beauty of our souls
beyond the imperfections of flesh
to the heart of us?
 
In your eyes would I see more than me?
Would we know at that moment that something
wonderful was happening for you and me
at a time in starless memory?
 
Could we have been lovers
entwined in the depth of each other
warm and soft against the cold days of black nights
to rise together with joy and ecstasy?
 
Could we always have had a love
that had been one in unity for us?
 
The moment passes quickly.
My being reaches for that moment
it is already gone.

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Many write poems to sell. Others to gather a form of following of one’s ego. My only reason in writing my poetry is to share my own personal journey with others. The works are written to hope in writing my journey, others will be able to relate and connect and say in finishing a work, “That is exactly how I feel but could never put to words. I do not feel so alone now.”

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

 
 
There are times lately
that loneliness fills a gaping hole in my being.
I cannot explain it
it is like a rolling wave of tears
attempting to crush me.
 
I find myself fighting the darkness
that seems to fill the moment.
I am an empty cup seeking
the sweet wine of Love.
 
Even though I am around those
who speak the words of Love
I do not feel the warmth and joy
of Love as I remember it.
 
It is at those times
that my mind recalls in vivid detail
joyful times of love in my life.
 
I am blessed in being able
to recall those memories.
Without them perhaps
I would stop existing.
 
Last night a dream
entered my sleep.
I do not know who she was.
I was walking alone and she came up
beside me and grabbed my hand.
 
Her words were…

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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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