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

Posted in Passion Never Dies, Remembering the Passion of Youth, Silver-headed men never Die, The Flame of Youth Never Dies in Elder men, tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , on April 14, 2014| 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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A Banner Day, “Over 48,000 Hits” copyright 2014 John J. Rigo, Texas’ Poet

Posted in A Banner Day of over 48000 hits on a WordPress Blog, tagged , , , , , , , , , , on April 7, 2014| Leave a Comment »

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As of April 7th, 2014, the “Texas‘ Poetry Site” reached another milestone of 48,000 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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"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, tagged , , , , , , , , , , on April 6, 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.
 

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"I Broke Your Heart" copyright 2008 John J. Rigo future book, "Passion Amidst Apathy"

Posted in A Broken Heart, A Christmas-centered poem by John J. Rigo, A Poem by John J. RIgo dealing with a Broken Heart, A Poem in Remembering a Broken Heart by John J. Rigo, tagged , , , , , , , , , , on April 5, 2014| Leave a Comment »

 
 
 

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I broke your heart.
I know when the deed was done.
I knew then
as I know now
I was in love with you.
 
More afraid of failure
than giving myself to you.
I still can hear in my soul
the sound of your tears
on the tape from that day.
 
Two hours of tears and screaming
my name in agony.
I was the center of your agony
in my rejection of your love.
 
It has been twenty-eight years
since that day.
A day never goes by
that my thoughts turn to you.
 
In my being
I now know
that the joy I knew with you then
will come again in my death
and hopefully with it
the joy of heaven.
 
If you are reading this
at this very moment
know this is one
who will always love you.

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"The Master Speaks of God’s Love" copyright 2008 (Revised) John J. Rigo upcoming poetry book, "Passion Amidst Apathy"

Posted in Another poem from the "Master Series of Poetry" by John J. Rigo, One of Seven Poems of "The Master's Series of Poems" by John J. Rigo, Poetry, Texas' Poetry, The "Master Series of Poetry", upcoming book "Passion Amidst Apathy", tagged , , , , , , , , on April 2, 2014| Leave a Comment »

 
 

“………..pointing to a star”

 
 
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 changing of form. 
So it is in the breath of God’s Love for us
it is also beyond the width
depth and height of such distances from us.
 
Since His Love for us is unconditional
so is His memory of our sins.
In asking His forgiveness of our sins
their memory no longer exists in eternity.”
So spoke that night
the Master of My Life. 

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"What Is The Secret Key To Eternal Life?" copyright 2008 John J. Rigo, upcoming book, "Passion Amidst Apathy" The Seventh poem of the Master’s Series

Posted in Another poem from the "Master Series of Poetry" by John J. Rigo, Lord Guide my Life, One of Seven Poems of the "Master Series" by John J. Rigo, Poetry, upcoming book "Passion Amidst Apathy", tagged , , , , , , , on April 2, 2014| Leave a Comment »

 
 

“One of Seven Poems of “The Master‘s Series of Poetry.”

On this day
the Master revealed
His greatest gift to mankind.
 
This gift was rendered on a mountain of stone
reflected on a setting sun
to a multitude of many
in one of the many lessons
given to multitudes in those years. 
 
The question
that came toward the end of that day
was, “ Master, what is the greatest gift
that God gives to all of us?”  asked the young
man in the multitude of that day.
 
The Master replied,
“The greatest gift that my Father gives to all
is the secret of Forgiveness.
 
In rendering forgiveness to ones self
and also forgiveness of others
does a sinner reveal
the keys to heaven
and the eternal Love of our Father.
 
Forgiveness assures the eternal love of the Father
and being in the arms of His Love forever.”
So said the Master of my life
on this day.

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"A Conversation about Life and Death" copyright 2005 John J. Rigo "Rainbows Amidst Storms"

Posted in A Blessed Easter to All from John J. Rigo Texas' Commentator, A Poem from the "Amidst Series of Poetry" by John J. Rigo, One poem of Seven of the "Masters Series of Poems", Poetry, Selection from the "Master Series of Poems" by John J. Rigo, Texas' Poetry, tagged , , , , , , , , , on March 31, 2014| Leave a Comment »

 
 

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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 wooden carving
aside and reached for the boy’s shoulder saying,
“What is troubling you this night
son of my sister?”
 
The boy replied,
“I am afraid about death
and where I will go when I die
since no one alive
has ever been to the place that dead people go
and returned
how am I to know what to expect?”
 
With patience and the deepest of kindness
toward the concerns of the young man
the Master spoke,
“Telling humanity of the world beyond death
would be like explaining
the sight of sunrise or sunset to a person
who had always been blind.”
 
He further explained,
“Beyond our lifetime is a world inconceivable
to the senses of man
beyond every gift rendered in this world around us. 
It is a world of being
in the midst of eternal love
and never fearing again.
 
It is knowing light beyond any light
we now know of in this world.
It is never being alone again
but cherished in the arms of a mother.
 
So will it be in the arms of our God
forever in eternal love
peace and happiness.”
So He spoke to me
the Master of my life.  
 

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

					

					Posted in Angels in Night Dreams a poem, Christmas Angels, Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , , , ,  on March 30, 2014|
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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 Golden-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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"Ghostly, Do I Walk" copyright 2005 John J. Rigo "Roses Amidst Thorns"

					

					Posted in Could this be your Hell?, Facing an Unending Hell, Selection from "Roses Amidst Thorns" published in 2005, tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,  on March 28, 2014|
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Chains of sorrow upon my neck


reaching for the ones I knew


unable to touch.


 


A slight breath of air


words spoken


 but not heard.


 


My world is full of “If I could’s”


no clock to turn back on my regrets.


I offer only a prayer to my unseen God


to let this end.


 


I say to you


there is no time left


but the time of this moment.


 


Time to forgive


time to say, “I love you.”


Time to give of yourself


for all that you could have done


with this precious thing called Life.


 


In so doing


 perhaps you not also be


on this ghostly path


that may never end for me.

					
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“What your Best Friends Are” copyright 2010 John J. Rigo, Texas Commentator

					

					Posted in Advice from a Departed Friend, Great advise from a departed friend, Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , , , , , ,  on March 24, 2014|
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“Your Little Green Friends“


One of my dearest friends from over thirty-five years ago was a gentleman by the name of Cliff Russell.  Cliff is dead now.  At that time he was the Father in a loving spirit that my real Father never was, between his drunken whisky binges.  One day while in my thirties I related to him my disappointment with an individual that I thought was a friend.  


Cliff had an easy way about him when he was offering advice. It was that “home-grown” attitude from being born and raised in Louisiana.  He related, “Johnny, let me show you, what your best friends in life look like.”  Slowly he withdrew from his pocket a roll of hundred dollar bills.  As the saying goes, “The roll was big enough to choke a horse.”  


Cliff went on to say, “This is your Little Green Friends. They will keep you warm when you are cold, cool when you are hot, and will buy you all the company, you will ever want, when you are lonely.”  To this day I have never forgotten one of the loving lessons given to me in my life from a dear, now departed friend.


 

					
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