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Courtesy of tatoodonkey.com

I recalled this memory.
I was five or six
it was the middle of morning
when I hear my Mother moaning
in the lowest of voices
as to not wake my Brother or me.
“Please John, don’t hit me again.”
“Please don’t hurt me.”
Please….Please, you are hurting me.”
 
It has been sixty-five years
since that memory.
Still every once in a while
that memory returns
to haunt my very soul.
My Father came in late that night.
He had been drinking.

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Picture taken with Samsung smart phone on December 10th, 2014 at 706 at Northwood Shores on Cedar Creek Lake in East Texas.  Copyright 2014 by John J. Rigo

Picture taken with Samsung smart phone on December 10th, 2014 at 706 at Northwood Shores on Cedar Creek Lake in East Texas. Copyright 2014 by John J. Rigo

View from “Oz” at 7 a.m. on February 25th 2012 on Cedar Creek Lake, Texas
  

View from “Oz” on Cedar Creek Lake, Texas, February 25th 2012 at 7 a.m.

 

“Another View of God’s Church”

I have been to many churches in my lifetime.
None can compare to the beauty of my church.
My church lies outside my back door.
 
Before me lies miles of beautiful water
its beauty more clarifying upon a Sunrise morning.
The clouds above this church of God’s home
are higher than any church steeple.
 
There is no wall or ceiling painting to equal
the clouds above my church.
No gilded statue that equals the sun’s glory
as it breaks forth upon the horizon.
 
There is no choir that rises above the sweet sound
of the wind that sings across my ears.
There is no preacher, preaching to me
nor a basket asking for my coin.
No where else can one
be any closer to God.

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Proposed Cover for my third non-profit poetry book.

Proposed Cover for my third non-profit poetry book.

Working toward simplicty of thought in poetry is the task of great writing.  When one can place a few words to express the wisdom of a bible, then and only then, have they reached the top of the mighty mountain of eternal thought.”

Quote by John J. Rigo, Texas’ Commentator and Poet

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Image courtesy of Google image search. Author unknown.

Image courtesy of Google image search. Author unknown.

I know you find my poetry boring.
Like many you are a leaf counter.
You never see the beauty of the trees
or the magic of the forrest.
 
I do know there are many who have found
the answer in the words of my God-given work.
To those who shared their discoveries in the work
“Thank You.”
 

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"The New America under four and half years under Obama" picture courtesy of AP Rendered by John J. Rigo, Texas' Commentator

“The New America under six years under Obama,” picture courtesy of AP Rendered by John J. Rigo, Texas’ Commentator

Precious Freedoms
Freedoms that my Brothers
and my Sisters
died for on the battle fields
of America.
 
Let not these Freedoms
be wrenched from our bloody hands.
Stand with our Lord and Savior
against these souless Evils.
 
They are attempting to destroy
America’s holy land.
A land that I love.
 
Across this land
let our voices ring in one cry
above the roar of their falsehoods.
Freedom…….freedom.
We will defend her to the death. 
 
 
 
 
 
 

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copyright 2014, John J. Rigo. Photo taken on Cedar Creek Lake in Texas on afternoon of 9/11/2014

copyright 2014, John J. Rigo. Photo taken on Cedar Creek Lake in Texas on afternoon of 9/11/2014

View from “Oz” at 7 a.m. on February 25th 2012 on Cedar Creek Lake, Texas
  

View from “Oz” on Cedar Creek Lake, Texas, February 25th 2012 at 7 a.m.

 

“Another View of God’s Church”

I have been to many churches in my lifetime.
None can compare to the beauty of my church.
My church lies outside my back door.
 
Before me lies miles of beautiful water
its beauty more clarifying upon a Sunrise morning.
The clouds above this church of God’s home
are higher than any church steeple.
 
There is no wall or ceiling painting to equal
the clouds above my church.
No gilded statue that equals the sun’s glory
as it breaks forth upon the horizon.
 
There is no choir that rises above the sweet sound
of the wind that sings across my ears.
There is no preacher, preaching to me
nor a basket asking for my coin.
No where else can one
be any closer to God.

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