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"Friends of a Lifetime" copyright 2005 John J. Rigo "Rainbows Amidst Storms"

John J. Rigo, Texas' Poet — Sun, 30 Sep 2012 05:00:57 +0000

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.

"A First Love Remembered" copyright 2010 John J. Rigo, upcoming, "Passion Amidst Apathy"

John J. Rigo, Texas' Poet — Tue, 06 Mar 2012 06:00:00 +0000

Age seventeen, top row, third from left.

What time never erases

is memories of a first love.

A sweetness of innocence never regained again.

It was a brief five minutes that our eyes met that summer day.

I a young man with the blue uniform of a brand new Air Force Recruit.

Tall strong and youthful at seventeen

still in the midst of basic training at an Air Force Base.

You at sixteen with a beauty that was clear and eternal of the moment.

My bus was leaving,

the connection of our eyes was unmistakenable.

In just minutes we swore a forever love between us.

Truly that moment was a magic

that will never be again.

Two parts of a universe

meeting in a most unlikely place.

It has been fifty-one years since that meeting.

Still I remember you from time to time

in such vivid detail.

I wish you Love in the journey you took beyond

the days of our permanent separation

five years latter.

Was I then a vessel of a lost ship

for a very long time.

The haunting of a First Love

never leaves Love’s Way.

"A First Love Remembered" copyright 2010 John J. Rigo, upcoming, "Passion Amidst Apathy"

John J. Rigo, Texas' Poet — Tue, 06 Mar 2012 06:00:00 +0000

Age seventeen, top row, third from left.

What time never erases

is memories of a first love.

A sweetness of innocence never regained again.

It was a brief five minutes that our eyes met that summer day.

I a young man with the blue uniform of a brand new Air Force Recruit.

Tall strong and youthful at seventeen

still in the midst of basic training at an Air Force Base.

You at sixteen with a beauty that was clear and eternal of the moment.

My bus was leaving,

the connection of our eyes was unmistakenable.

In just minutes we swore a forever love between us.

Truly that moment was a magic

that will never be again.

Two parts of a universe

meeting in a most unlikely place.

It has been fifty-one years since that meeting.

Still I remember you from time to time

in such vivid detail.

I wish you Love in the journey you took beyond

the days of our permanent separation

five years latter.

Was I then a vessel of a lost ship

for a very long time.

The haunting of a First Love

never leaves Love’s Way.

"A First Love Remembered" copyright 2010 John J. Rigo, upcoming, "Passion Amidst Apathy"

John J. Rigo, Texas' Poet — Tue, 06 Mar 2012 06:00:00 +0000

Age seventeen, top row, third from left.

What time never erases

is memories of a first love.

A sweetness of innocence never regained again.

It was a brief five minutes that our eyes met that summer day.

I a young man with the blue uniform of a brand new Air Force Recruit.

Tall strong and youthful at seventeen

still in the midst of basic training at an Air Force Base.

You at sixteen with a beauty that was clear and eternal of the moment.

My bus was leaving,

the connection of our eyes was unmistakenable.

In just minutes we swore a forever love between us.

Truly that moment was a magic

that will never be again.

Two parts of a universe

meeting in a most unlikely place.

It has been fifty-one years since that meeting.

Still I remember you from time to time

in such vivid detail.

I wish you Love in the journey you took beyond

the days of our permanent separation

five years latter.

Was I then a vessel of a lost ship

for a very long time.

The haunting of a First Love

never leaves Love’s Way.

"Friends of a Lifetime" copyright 2005 John J. Rigo "Rainbows Amidst Storms"

John J. Rigo, Texas' Poet — Wed, 18 Jan 2012 06:00:57 +0000

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, that no one has accomplished.

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.

"Friends of a Lifetime" copyright 2005 John J. Rigo "Rainbows Amidst Storms"

John J. Rigo, Texas' Poet — Wed, 18 Jan 2012 06:00:57 +0000

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, that no one has accomplished.

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.

"Beyond Pain and Into Love Again" copyright 2005 John J. Rigo "Roses Amidst Thorns"

John J. Rigo, Texas' Poet — Sun, 24 Jul 2011 05:57:21 +0000

When such pain goes beyond

metal against metal

pushing and tearing

beyond the tolerances of strength.

Truly oh what passion

lies within thee

when finding release again

in one who will truly love you again

in the truth of their spirit and heart.

Heart be still

mind be of strength

love awaits.

This time to carry you beyond

the eternal doors of joy and happiness.

"Beyond Pain and Into Love Again" copyright 2005 John J. Rigo "Roses Amidst Thorns"

John J. Rigo, Texas' Poet — Sun, 24 Jul 2011 05:57:21 +0000

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When such pain goes beyond

metal against metal

pushing and tearing

beyond the tolerances of strength.

Truly oh what passion

lies within thee

when finding release again

in one who will truly love you again

in the truth of their spirit and heart.

Heart be still

mind be of strength

love awaits.

This time to carry you beyond

the eternal doors of joy and happiness.

"A First Love, Remembered" copyright 2010 John J. Rigo, upcoming, "Passion Amidst Apathy"

John J. Rigo, Texas' Poet — Thu, 05 Aug 2010 05:07:50 +0000

Age seventeen, top row, third from left.

What time never erases is memories of a first love.

A sweetness of innocence never regained again.

It was a brief five minutes that our eyes met that summer day.

I, a young man with the blue uniform of a brand new Air Force Recruit.

Tall, strong and youthful at seventeen,

still in the midst of basic training at an Air Force Base.

You, at sixteen, with a beauty that was clear and eternal of the moment.

My bus was leaving,

the connection of our eyes was unmistakenable in their connection.

In just minutes we swore a forever love between us.

Truly that moment was a magic that will never be again.

Two parts of a universe,

meeting in a most unlikely place.

A time like this will never be again.

It has been fifty-one years since that meeting.

Still I remember you from time to time,

in Oh such vivid detail.

I wish you Love in the journey you took beyond,

the days of our permanent separation,

five years latter.

Was I then a vessel of a lost ship,

for a very long time.

The haunting of a First Love,

never leaves Love’s Way.

"A First Love, Remembered" copyright 2010 John J. Rigo, upcoming, "Passion Amidst Apathy"

John J. Rigo, Texas' Poet — Thu, 01 Apr 2010 05:11:50 +0000

Age seventeen, top row, third from left.

What time never erases is memories of a first love.

A sweetness of innocence never regained again.

It was a brief five minutes that our eyes met that summer day.

I, a young man with the blue uniform of a brand new Air Force Recruit.

Tall, strong and youthful at seventeen,

still in the midst of basic training at an Air Force Base.

You, at sixteen, with a beauty that was clear and eternal of the moment.

My bus was leaving,

the connection of our eyes was unmistakenable in their connection.

In just minutes we swore a forever love between us.

Truly that moment was a magic that will never be again.

Two parts of a universe,

meeting in a most unlikely place.

A time like this will never be again.

It has been fifty-one years since that meeting.

Still I remember you from time to time,

in Oh such vivid detail.

I wish you Love in the journey you took beyond,

the days of our permanent separation,

five years latter.

Was I then a vessel of a lost ship,

for a very long time.

The haunting of a First Love,

never leaves Love’s Way.