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“The Return of Angels” copyright 2011 John J. Rigo, upcoming poetry book, “Passion Amidst Apathy”

Posted in Christmas Angels, Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , , on December 4, 2013| Leave a Comment »

 
 
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The dream returned.
Angels returning in my dreams.
There was a sense of familiarity.
 
Intimate in nature
centered in comfort and peace.
I felt loved beyond time itself.
Never to feel lonely again.
 
Never to have fear again.
It seemed to be a connection
between the two Angels.
 
A dark-headed Mother
and a fair-headed daughter.
They both hugged me.
 
They stroked my face gently.
They both held me close to them.
It was with a great feeling of love
that I felt when I awoke this morning.
 
Angels returning to me
in the night
to let me know
that “Yes,” 
am I truly loved. 

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“Honoring My Fellow Veterans This Christmas Season” copyright 2013 John J. Rigo, Texas’ Commentator

Posted in A Christmas Message to Fellow Veterans in 2013, Honoring Our Veterans this Christmas 2012, Post your "Like" link to show Support for Our Veterans, Supporting and Honoring our Veterans for the Christmas Season, tagged , , , , , , , on December 4, 2013| 1 Comment »

Basic Training and Adminstrative School, U.S. Air Force 1959, Lackland Air Force Base, Texas

Administrator, Cosmic Top Secret Control Registry for Headquaters ICEDEFOR under NATO Command, 1962-1963, John J. Rigo Airman First Class, Age 21

This blog posting is an opportunity to honor both fallen soldiers and living veterans across our nation. Only us former veterans who served can understand the bond we share, in the Love and Honor that we render to our country.  This blog posting is to honor those veterans who have served our country this Christmas season of 2013.   John J. Rigo Served honorably from 1959 to 1963 in the U.S. Air Force in both SAC and the NATO Commands.  My fellow veterans, families who have lost loved ones in service for their country, and those of you who Love America this Christmas season, feel free to post your “Like” link to show your support for our veterans.

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A Banner Day, “Over 44,000 Hits” copyright 2013 John J. Rigo, Texas’ Poet

Posted in A Banner Day of over 42000 hits on a WordPress Blog, Poetry, tagged , , , , , , , on December 3, 2013| Leave a Comment »

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As of December 3, 2013, the “Texas‘ Poetry Site” reached another milestone of 44,000 plus hits.  My deepest thanks and appreciation to the WordPress family, and all those who share my spiritual poetry work, as well as my Texas’ Commentary posts regarding my new communities in Henderson County, Texas, Eustace, Texas, Gun Barrel City, Texas and the Nation. 

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"By His Manger" copyright 2005 John J. Rigo "Rainbows Amidst Storms"

Posted in "By His Manager" A Christmas Poem by John J. RIgo, "Rainbows Amidst Storms" Second Published Book, tagged , , , , , , , , on December 2, 2013| Leave a Comment »

 
 
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Set aside your burden at my manger.
I have come to give My Love to you.
Side aside your fears
put away your tears.
 
Have I not promised by my arrival
eternal, everlasting joy to you.
Light beyond sight
sound in tune with angels’ voices
singing in My Love for you.
 
Come closer and bathe in my light.
Look into my eyes and see the innocence
in the truth of My Love
and care for you
now and forever. 

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"One Night" copyright 2005 John J. Rigo "Rainbows Amidst Storms"

Posted in "Rainbows Amidst Storms" Second Published Book, Winner of Collin County Texas Poetry Award, tagged , , , , , , , on December 2, 2013| Leave a Comment »

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Steely the night shown against iced blackness
with a white diamond star blazing in the heavens.
Hints of soft voices whispered in the wind.
 
The weary shepherds pushed forward on their staffs
looking forward to the comfort of their tents.
Beyond the hills the sky glowed.
 
A choir of voices was heard with a sweet clarity
the sound of bells vibrated among the sound of horns.
The animals spooked deaf to the commands of their masters.
 
The wind increased in its volume and strength.
The shepherds were filled with fear.
Light overshadowed the darkness
during the midst of night.
 
Within the light formed
the most beautiful soft
white and gold of human-like forms
shining against the sky.
 
The shepherd’s breath stopped in their throats.
Filled with excitement and happiness beyond their capacity to describe
their skin prickled.
 
Heavenly voices brought words to their ears
words singing of kindness
understanding
peace
and anticipation to these men of the field.
 
The voices told of a special child that would
unlock the gates of fear and bring eternal love
to the future of the world.
 
This happened on a special night
a long long time ago. 
 
 

 

 

 

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"Sam Has Left The Building" copyright 2008 John J. Rigo, upcoming book, "Passion Amidst Apathy"

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , , , , , on December 2, 2013| Leave a Comment »

Losing a dear friend is always a very sad thing; having that lost happen during the Christmas season is especially sad (Sam passed away on December 15th, 2008).  To me, Sam Shields was a very special individual, and I will miss him very much.  

Sam was a beautiful man.
A man of presence
standing six foot five
at over two hundred and fifty pounds.
 
He had the gentle qualities of a Teddy Bear.
I never remember Sam being anything but
warm, generous, with words of kindness
on every occasion we were together.
 
If I could have had someone to pick
as an older brother
I would have picked Sam.
 
Sam died suddenly from a massive stroke.
The doctors said his life could have been saved
but he would have been a total vegetable.
 
I know Sam would not have wanted that. 
Sam had been an engineer with Boeing
for forty-six years.
 
He never spoke of what kind of work he did.
He would laughingly say, “If I told you, I then
would have to kill you.”
 
I am going to miss Sam terribly.
They do not make men
like him
anymore.
 
 

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"It Was My Sweet Jesus" copyright 2009 John J. Rigo, upcoming book, "Passion Amidst Apathy"

Posted in Poetry, upcoming book "Passion Amidst Apathy", tagged , , , , , , , on December 2, 2013| Leave a Comment »

 
  

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It was my sweet Jesus
who brought me to the light
from the darkest place in my life.
 
It was my sweet Jesus
Who loved me
and kept me safe
when no one cared
whether I lived or died.
 
It was my sweet Jesus,
Who protected me against
the darkest of evils
that befell my life. 
 
It was my sweet Jesus
Who showed me the beauty of heaven
when I no longer believed in Him.
 
It was my sweet Jesus,
Who answered my prayers
when I cried out in pain and agony.
 
It was my sweet Jesus,
Who brought joy to my heart
and hope for my soul.
 
It was because of my sweet Jesus
that the eternity before me
is now filled
with the promise
of His eternal Love for me.

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"A Christmas Memory From Long Ago" copyright 2008 John J. Rigo, upcoming "Passion Amidst Apathy"

Posted in A Lesson About Love, upcoming book "Passion Amidst Apathy", tagged , , , , , , , on December 2, 2013| Leave a Comment »

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This poem comes from a true story in my life…..I think it is timeless in its message.   The lesson is that when two people share love, as I and my childhood bride did then, it truly was all the processions we needed.  
 
 
It was our first Christmas together.
We both were eighteen
with barely more
than the clothes on our backs.
 
I was just out of basic training
in the U.S. Air Force.
She had just graduated from high school
and then wrote a bus to Savannah, Georgia,
to join me
the love of her life.
 
We had rented a several room apartment
on the second floor of an old Savannah home.
It was in a falling-down condition.
 
The gifts we shared were inexpensive
but meant the world in their value
and meaning to each of us.
 
She gave me a St. Christopher‘s medal of Silver
while I gave her a Catholic missal.
She wanted to become a Catholic like me
prior to us getting married.
 
I took a picture of her opening her present.
The smile upon her face was beautiful.
It was a Christmas in 1960.
 
It will always be a Christmas
I will always remember.
The lesson I learned
that day was
the love between us
was truly
the greatest gift
we could have shared
that Christmas. 
 

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"The Magic Christmas Bells of Florence Street" copyright 2008 John J. Rigo, upcoming book, "Passion Amidst Apathy"

Posted in upcoming book "Passion Amidst Apathy", tagged , , , , , , , on December 2, 2013| Leave a Comment »

 
 
 
 
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This is a magical Christmas story from my past.
It was a new beginning for my life in 71′
a new marriage and becoming the Step-Father
of three children was my accomplishment.
 
It was Christmas eve 
just a few minutes before midnight.
We just got home from a trip to a family
gathering in Dallas.
 
It was cold with clear night skies
as we began to hear the sound of sleigh bells
over our home.
 
We all stood outside the front door
of our home in amazement,
as we hear the bells from far away
come closer overhead
then pass over our house
then on to the distance in sound.
 
We could not see anything overhead
but we all knew that evening
truly  St. Nick and his sleigh
had passed
somehow
over our home.
 
 

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"I Remember Fondly Christmas’ Past" copyright 2005 by John J. Rigo, selection from "Rainbows Amidst Thorns"

Posted in A Remembrance of Christmas by John J. Rigo, Selection from "Roses Amidst Thorns" published in 2005, tagged , , , , , , , on November 30, 2013| Leave a Comment »

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(The little boy’s story in the poem is true and a time from my own past.) This Christmas Season of 2013, I was thinking of my Father. This poem mentions him several times. I remember how dirty he was when he came home from work when I was a little boy. My Father was an iron and steel worker.  After he came home and took a bath, my Mother would then attempt to clean the ring out of the bathtub from his bath.  Many times with close to a half hour of scrubbing, she still could not get it out.  In those days, my Father made about a hundred dollars a week.  He worked very hard for that money.

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I remember fondly Christmas’ past
our first tree alive with lights
before it caught fire later that week.
 
I remember fondly the Christmas with toys.
Never before had my brother and I received toys.
How angry my Father became when we broke several
toys after a few hours of play.
 
It was my Father’s first Christmas bonus
as a steel worker.
He spent that bonus on toys for us that Christmas.
He thought those toys would never break.
 
I remember fondly a special Christmas as a kid
when no money was available whatsoever for toys.
We found a punch-out cardboard castle in a
department store window.
 
One dollar and ninety-eight cents was the price of that castle.
My young brother and I played with it for days.
A punch-out castle was the best toy we ever had.
 
I remember fondly Christmas past,
acting in the church Christmas pageant.
I was a little child with the beard of a prophet
shaking in a spotlight in the church play.
It snowed that night.
 
My best friend and I asked
permission to keep wearing the beards.
A most beautiful snow floated through the air
as we walked home together.
 
The dirty streets of the city were made
clean and white with heavy, swirling snow flakes.
We sang church carols walking home
our arms around each other’s shoulder.
How close to baby Jesus we were back then.
 
I remember fondly Christmas’ past
when life seemed so much simpler.
Joys more easily shared with
laughter much deeper than now.
 
Still I thank God that I had those Christmas’ past
even to this special day of a new Christmas.
Another December which will also will soon be gone
into the misty memory of another Christmas’ past.  

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