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“Embracing Life” copyright 2012 John J. Rigo, upcoming poetry book, “Passion Amidst Apathy”
Posted in "Embracing Life" a poem by John J. Rigo, A poem about embracing Life., tagged Arts, Christianity, Forgiveness, God, Lord, P. VanPelt, P. VanPelt of Union Lake Mi, Penny VanPelt, Poetry, relationships, Religion and Spirituality, Union Lake Mi on August 10, 2014| 3 Comments »
“A First Love Never Dies” copyright 2014 John J. Rigo, upcoming poetry book, “Passion Amidst Apathy”
Posted in "A First Love Never Leaves the Heart" a poem by John J. Rigo, A Love from our Childhood Never Dies, A Poem about "First Love" by John J. Rigo, tagged A Childhood Love never dies, Arts, first love, God, Poetry, relationships, Romance, Savannah Georgia, Texas, Walgreen on August 2, 2014| Leave a Comment »

The parks of Savannah, Georgia that we use to walk back in 1960. Picture courtesy of Google image search.
“To the Son I Never Had” copyright 2012, John J. Rigo, upcoming poetry book, “Passion Amidst Apathy”
Posted in A Christmas Thought: Looking back at the Son I Never Had, A Rememberance of a Childhood Bride, tagged A first love is generally the best love, Divorce, Family, God, Home, Lord, Military discharge, My childhood bride left me, Poetry, relationships, we only have one true love in life on July 21, 2014| Leave a Comment »
"Hugs" copyright 2009 John J. Rigo (Revised) upcoming book "Passion Amidst Apathy"
Posted in A Major Connection in Human Relationships, Christmas Hugs A Poem about Hugs by John J. Rigo, Poetry, Texas' Poetry, upcoming book "Passion Amidst Apathy", tagged A poem by John J. Rigo a Texas' poet, Forgiveness, God, Health, Jesus, Love, relationships, Shopping, Showing Love, Stepfamily, Texas, why hugs? on July 11, 2014| 4 Comments »
There is something wonderous about a hug.
It is a way of saying,”you are special to me.”
A step beyond the boundries of formal convention.
The assurance of a heart touching a heart.
A touch of comfort to calm a grieving heart.
A cheek touching a cheek
with a kiss of greeting.
Whether a man to man
or woman to woman
or man to woman
or woman to man
there are no limits to showing
our love for another.
We are all souls in His creation
with an eternal bond between us all.
The hug is the sign of our sisterhood and brotherhood.
Let it not become forgotten in your life
it is precious honey to the wounds of this life
forever giving
forever loving
in the wonder of love
to us all.
“Embracing Life” copyright 2012 John J. Rigo, upcoming poetry book, “Passion Amidst Apathy”
Posted in "Embracing Life" a poem by John J. Rigo, A poem about embracing Life., tagged Arts, Christianity, Forgiveness, God, Lord, Poetry, relationships, Religion and Spirituality on May 9, 2014| 4 Comments »
“Death of a Home” copyright 2005 John J. Rigo, published poetry book, “Roses Amidst Thorns”
Posted in What "Tough Love" is all About., What Happens to a Home Without Tough Love, tagged Arts, Drug overdose, God, marriage, Online Writing, Poetry, relationships, Stepfamily, Texas on May 6, 2014| 2 Comments »
Earlier in my life in a previous marriage I became a step-father to three children. When I married their Mother, the youngest boy was age six named _ _ _ _. _ _ _ _ was both a druggie, thief and mentally unbalanced. I suspect the mental problems came from his Father at his own birth since his real Father died of a drug overdose.
The boy for fourteen years of that marriage brought me nothing but pain and grief each day of that marriage. When it came to choosing between me or him by now my ex-wife of more than thirty years ago, she choose him. He destroyed her life both from a mental point of view beside a financial one.
Today my ex lives in the same now broken down home because of this boy who today in his late forties has been in and out of prison and more than likely is living with her. His life and her life are a great example of what “Tough Love” and its lack of on her part, is all about. The following poem is on the first page of my first published poetry book.
The house was saddened. Though occupied it appeared not. The uncut hedge nearest the street rose to a height of many feet. The brushes around the house had not been trimmed in close to a year. Amidst peeling paint and wild dandelions in the yard was a yearning for love which the house received year’s past. Inside the home pale and yellowed walls reflected the internal sickness that destroyed the love of its adult inhabitants. A sickness born of a young mind bounded by the disciplines of evil in his youth. Torn wallpaper marked the first surrender of this youth’s mother to a childish whim in year’s past. Pride departed now shown in the dishes and pots piled on the kitchen sink with crusted leftovers from last week. The curtains were partly open from a previous night not for the sun of day but a beacon to unwelcomed intruders of night by the youth of the house. The smell of evil engulfed the house. A pungent sickly odor exhaled by the youth of the house which brought the gaze of forgetfulness to the point of nowhere. He sat proudly overseeing his domain. His position secure to sleep to play to reach new highs in his world of bright lights and swirling thoughts. He had won. He now had his mother his protector and provider all to himself. The man of the house which became no one departed with his things. The youth laughed and laughed in sheer joy at his victory.
"Friends of a Lifetime" copyright 2005 John J. Rigo "Rainbows Amidst Storms"
Posted in "Rainbows Amidst Storms" Second Published Book, A Poet and Commentator remembers his departed friends, Friends of a Lifetime by John J. Rigo, Passed away friends are never replaced, tagged Christmas, Commentary (magazine), friends, Health, IBM, Jesus, missing our departed friends, Philosophy, relationships, remembering our friends, Texas on April 26, 2014| Leave a Comment »
With the passing of time
I have come to realize that there are truly
spaces that are never filled
by the loss of friends who were very personal
to my mind and heart.
Through the years
do the memories of Cliff and Tom
constantly come to my mind.
Never are they dead in my heart.
I see each of them
special in their concern for me
as the friends they were to me
and yes the love they rendered to me.
Have they been replaced in the void left by their absence?
No one has accomplished that.
Cliff was the short, large man from the deep South
always with a tale of lesson and advice not wanted
but when given
seemed well placed.
He spoke of home and craw-fish
his Mother and his victories in life
never of his losses.
You knew he was special
a special person to know.
The same stories he related never got old
just deeper in meaning.
The straight-laced
IBM type of guy was Tom.
He seemed to have found victories too early in his life
burning, dying as a shooting star.
An anger was present about him that could never be explained.
Tom loved a good meal and good drinks.
Save the waiter or waitress who spoke too much while serving!
He was there to savor the moment
should it be his last.
As Tom’s life was coming to an end
he maintained his pride to the last minute in a VA hospital
wearing a blue blazer that no longer fit;
no one cared about his past.
I miss Tom’s advice to me,
his laughter at my watch
that he thought was such a great sales job
because I had to push a button
to tell time.
His loud laughter rang in the night
raising high his special drink
to wish me and all
the best of life.
I miss both of these men.
They were the special friends of a lifetime
never to be replaced.
They are in my heart each day
with the warmest of love to my dearest friends
Cliff and Tom.
Whenever you both may be
in the great wonder of it all
I am one person
who misses you both
oh……….. ever so much.





"Friends of a Lifetime" copyright 2005 John J. Rigo "Rainbows Amidst Storms"
Posted in "Rainbows Amidst Storms" Second Published Book, A Poet and Commentator remembers his departed friends, Friends of a Lifetime by John J. Rigo, Passed away friends are never replaced, Real Friends only come once in a Lifetime, tagged Commentary (magazine), friends, friends of a lifetime, Health, Jesus, missing our departed friends, Philosophy, relationships, remembering our friends, Texas, the meaning of real friends on July 19, 2014| 2 Comments »
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