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“Finding Our Biggest Joys In Life” copyright 2010 John J. Rigo, upcoming book, “Passion Amidst Apathy”

Posted in Poetry, Texas' Poetry, upcoming book "Passion Amidst Apathy", tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , on June 4, 2012| 3 Comments »

“All Joys Lead to Him”

 
Life has many lessons to teach us.

Among these is finding the greatest of joys of life. 

When we look to others to bring us that joy

we will always find disappointment with our lives.

The light of true happiness is within our own selves.

It is shared and nurtured by only one Being

and that is our Lord and Savior.

Do not look to your fair weather friends

or those who claim to love you.

They will only bring you sadness and disappointment.

Perfection in Love and Friendship is only found in God.

Seek Him, Love Him, and Worship Him each day  of your life.

In so doing will you finally find

the joys of eternity

that are just before you.

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“What Is This Thing that Cries Out Within Me?” copyright 2005, selection from “Roses Amidst Thorns” http://lulu.com/texaspoet

Posted in Poetry, Selection from "Roses Amidst Thorns" published in 2005, tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on May 24, 2012| Leave a Comment »

 
 

Courtesy of angelinasfall.blogspot.com

What is this thing that cries out within me?
Is it a spirit that hungers for freedom?
“Freedom from what?” my mind asks in cold hard terms.
 
My life seems about things.
Things stack
things store away
a room full of things.
A bank acoount with growing numbers
but it seems
it is all about the balances.
 
I look into the mirror because they say
“Mirrors never lie”
What I see
is not
what I am.
 
I am like unto the spirit of youth
locked in a dark gray cell
listening to the sound of time on the clock
growing more loudly each day.
 
I find myself dancing alone at times.
I love what the sound of music does to my body.
I go back to that mirror
with sweat dripping down my face.
 
I am still puzzled by the face
that stares back at me.
There is a pleading look in my eyes.
They cry out,
“See me, see me
I am not dead!” 
 
A ghost I have become from growing older with time.
I move through my life
seemingly untouched by the sounds of laughter from my past.
 
The smells of loving sweat
the memory of gentle lips touching
the back of my neck.
I feel like my body
no longer remembers the joys of passion.
 
Yesterday I sat in a room noticing many things.
They were little things
but important things
that let the gift of beauty
be shared by one
such as me
hungry for their taste. 
 
The gentle curve to a neck
that seemed to never end.
The movement of material on a full soft breast
as the breath of the beholder
played with the movements.
 
Eyes with a color of the lightest blue
with mystery whirling within their depths
of thoughts yet unspoken or shared with anyone.
 
I heard that voice within me cry out
“See me, see me, I am not death, but alive!
Hear my cry
feel my need
I am alive!”
 
I left the room without a word.
There was a slight smile on my face toward you
as there was a similar smile on yours.
Silent thoughts unshared
upon our departure.
 
Two ships passing on a huge ocean
with a wave of the hand
toward each other
across desolate waves.
When will this voyage end?
What distant shores await each of us?

 

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"Walk Tenderly On My Dreams" copyright 2008 John J. Rigo upcoming book, "Passion Amidst Apathy"

Posted in Poetry, upcoming book "Passion Amidst Apathy", tagged , , , , , , , , , , , on May 19, 2012| 2 Comments »

 

Courtesy of tabestruths.com

 
 
Walk tenderly on my dreams
for my dreams are me
with my soul exposed.
 
Judge not
the worth of my hopes
nor the possibility of their reality. 
 
If you are without encouraging words
then seal your lips in speaking of my dreams.
 
Are we not without hope
when stripped of our dreams and aspirations?
 
Look to yourself and ask
when were your own dreams scattered against
the rocks of time?
 
Take not your anger
with yourself
against those
who still have hope.

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“A Touch of Kindness” copyright 2010 John J. Rigo, forthcoming “Passion Amidst Apathy”

Posted in Poems, upcoming book "Passion Amidst Apathy", tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on May 18, 2012| 2 Comments »

Courtesy of film.com

 
 
There are many things I remember about my past.
Each memory
stones that built
who I am today.
 
The memories that have stayed with me the strongest
are those that recall when my life was rendered
a touch of kindness.
 
I remember the days well
in vivid detail.
The words spoken.
The smile given.
The touch of a hand upon my shoulder.
 
So in this day
if it is within your power
to pass that touch of kindness
to another.
Render that kindness
to another.
 
In so doing
you will be giving
a memory of strength to another
in their darkest times. 

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"Our Dance" copyright 2005 John J. Rigo "Roses Amidst Thorns" (Former winning poem in a Collin County, Texas writing contest)

Posted in "Rainbows Amidst Storms" Second Published Book, Poetry, Winning Texas' Poetry, tagged , , , , , , on May 14, 2012| Leave a Comment »

 
 

Courtesy of 123rf.com

What is the name of that song?
It does not matter
let us be silly and dance
swirling and twirling across the floor.
 
Our youth flashes before our laughing faces.
Yesterdays move into the now of our beat together
swirling steps into the footprints of ashen time.
 
For a golden time
our memories of the pain in our past
is no more.
 
We have each other
with our own very special song
and our own very special dance. 

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“A Dream of a Past Friend” copyright 2010 John J. Rigo, upcoming, “Passion Amidst Apathy”

Posted in Poetry, upcoming book "Passion Amidst Apathy", tagged , , , , , , on May 11, 2012| 2 Comments »

Courtesy of hauntedamericatours.com

I dreamed of Tom last night.

Tom has been dead over thirty years now.

Tom was my best friend for a very long time.

I think of Tom often

but never dreamed of him before.

We were in a sort of “holding place.”

Tom was happy to see me

but there was a certain sadness about him.

He missed his Daugther and his Son.

In the dream it seemed they too

had been death for quite a long time.

Tom went to a phone booth to call them.

The Living calling the Death.

I told Tom he needed to be in the place

where his children were.

One moment he  was there with me.

The next moment Tom was gone.

I know Tom is happy again.

He is in heaven

with his children.

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“The Secret to Happiness and Peace” (Revised) copyright 2010 John J. Rigo, upcoming poetry book, “Passion Amidst Apathy”

Posted in Poetry, upcoming book "Passion Amidst Apathy", tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , on May 9, 2012| Leave a Comment »

 
 

Courtesy of jesussaves.com

There is a secret to happiness and peace.
It is there for all of us.
Simplicity in surrender is part of that secret.
 
It is when we can “give ourselves up” to the Love of our Lord
will we then find true happiness and peace in this world
and the eternal life before us.
 
When we do such
we will need no one in our life
nor will any procession be of any importance to us.
 
The Lord in His Love for us,
will render us all of these things,
today, tomorrow, and through eternity.
 
With this gift of His Love
we will also find
that we will never be alone again.

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Question? copyright 2005 John J. Rigo "Roses Amidst Thorns"

Posted in Poetry, Selection from "Roses Amidst Thorns" published in 2005, tagged , , , , , , on May 4, 2012| Leave a Comment »

 

Courtesy of olliekane.blogspot.com

A singular line horizontally drawn.
Above a blue sky.
Below
a deep ocean of blue.
 
Is it the end of the world
or the beginning of another?
 
Standing still
there is no answer.
 
Only by moving forward
do we realize there is more
beyond a singular line.
 
Attitude?
Perspective?
Are they not one
and the same?
 

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"If I Could Speak the Right Words" copyright 2009 John J. Rigo, upcoming book, "Passion Amidst Apathy"

Posted in Poetry, upcoming book "Passion Amidst Apathy", tagged , , , , , , , , , , on April 26, 2012| 1 Comment »

 
 

Courtesy of cthru.com

If I could speak the right words of endearment
would you rush to be at my side?
 
Have we not been seeking the same dream
a dream yet unfounded in our time
upon this world?
 
If I could speak the right words
I would tell you how long I have been seeking you.
 
The space in my heart was never filled by others
for they were not you
my love.
 
If I could speak the right words
they would tell you that I will immediately know
it is you
when you are before me.
 
The moment that our eyes will meet
we will know
we finally found each other.
 
If I could speak the right words of endearment
they would tell you of the eternity that I have spent
in seeking you.
 
A half soul
a lost wanderer
a knight without a grail
have I been.
 
Complete my being.
Awaken at my side
make us one.
 
Never to be alone again
for the eternity
that is still before us.

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"Realization" copyright 2005 John J. Rigo "Roses Amidst Thorns"

Posted in A Poem of Memory by McKinney Poet John J. Rigo, Poetry, Selection from "Roses Amidst Thorns" published in 2005, Spirit-Filled Poetry, Texas' Poetry, tagged , , , , , , , , , on April 24, 2012| 2 Comments »

 

Picture couresy of Bing

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Multicolored lighting amidst the sound
of rhythmic thunder pounded the huge hall.
The laughter and droning noises had a hollow metallic sound.
 
The human Ferris wheel was in motion around the center spoke.
Quick glaces, smiles…some real
other’s set in concrete faces.
There was quiet desperation set in the eyes of many.
 
Touching in passing moments of movement
were soft warm bodies
pressed against arms
hips brushing fingertips.
 
Out of loneliness did I seek this place
a passenger on a self-made time machine.
I am tired of too many futures coming to this moment.
 
I want the warmth of my youth.
Child-book romance where just the touch of a hand
freezes time in its beauty.
 
Primitive drums change tempo
the words are lost to the sensation of physical self.
Reality is moved to the edge of pulsating light beneath
the feet of bodies in tune with the sound.
 
Paired dancers locked in self-love
unaware of each other.
A checkerboard of kings and queens without mates
in a game without end. 
 
Surrender whispers the voice within.
A reflection on a mirrored wall looks intently
at a standing figure.
 
A misplaced look of aging shown in
salt and peppered hair with growing signs of age
around the eyes.
 
The dream of youth shatters.
The Guardian of Time Present
leaves through the portal marked “Exit.”
The dream is no more.

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