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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| Leave a Comment »

 
 
Courtesy of mcguirehimself.com

Courtesy of mcguirehimself.com

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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"Ghostly, Do I Walk" copyright 2005 John J. Rigo "Roses Amidst Thorns"

Posted in Could this be your Hell?, Selection from "Roses Amidst Thorns" published in 2005, tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , on August 1, 2013| 1 Comment »

 
 
Courtesy of mcguirehimself.com

Courtesy of mcguirehimself.com

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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“Knowing What I Know Now” copyright 2013 John J. Rigo, upcoming poetry book, “Passion Amidst Apathy”

Posted in A First Love is Never Forgotten, tagged , , , , , , , , , , , on April 2, 2013| 2 Comments »

Courtesy of Fine Art America.com

Courtesy of Fine Art America.com

 
Knowing what I know now is a familiar saying.
With that knowledge and a time machine
where would I go now?
 
It would be the beginning of my life
back to the happiness days of my life
when I was a young soldier.
 
It would have been that day
in Happy, Texas when I first saw you.
The time we exchanged addresses
as the bus pulled out.
 
Knowing what I know now.
would I have lived my life differently?
I do know one thing for sure
the deep sadness I feel now
would not be within my being today.
 
A first love of the heart
is always remembered
never to be forgotten
in the eternal time
before us all.
 
 
 
 

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“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, tagged , , , , , on April 1, 2013| 1 Comment »

 
 
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Courtesy of philharras.wordpress.com

This morning I thought of the Son I never had.
Today he would have been Fifty.
My son might have changed the world.
 
It would have been a better world
if my son had been born.
He may have been our President today.
 
It was fifty years ago
that at twenty-one
that my childhood bride
wanted to start a family.
 
It had only been a year
that I had been honorably discharged
from serving four year of military service.
 
It was a hard financial year for us both.
We were finally getting on our feet
with a new home and good jobs.
I told my child bride I wanted to wait. 
  
It was a month later
that she filed for a divorce.
It left me a shattered man
for a very long time.
 
There is no man
that lives a life
without some regrets.
 
Those regrets
seem to come
more often
lately.
 
 
 
 

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"Ghostly, Do I Walk" copyright 2005 John J. Rigo "Roses Amidst Thorns"

Posted in Selection from "Roses Amidst Thorns" published in 2005, tagged , , , , , , , , , on March 31, 2013| Leave a Comment »

 
 
Courtesy of mcguirehimself.com

Courtesy of mcguirehimself.com

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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