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

 

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

 

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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“If I Could Love You for a Day” copyright 2013 John J. Rigo, upcoming poetry book, “Passion Amidst Apathy”

 

 

Courtesy of relate.com

        

 

          Human physical passions are but dying embers

          on the fires of human love.

         The smoking embers become hazy memories.

 

If I could pick any day to freeze in the corridors of eternity

it would be just this one day with you.

 

In this day I could not love you any greater or more

as I love you at this moment.

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

 

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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“The Touches of Love” copyright 2010 John J. Rigo, upcoming poetry book, “Passion Amidst Apathy”

Courtesy: Rodin Lovers statue in Paris

 

The gift of memory is the gift I treasure most.

In that memory is memories of the touches of Love in my life.

A kiss of deep felt emotion and love

when not expected.

 

The touch of your hand behind my neck

gently stroking my neck with your fingertips.

The way you reached for my hand

when we were walking together

a squeeze of hand that said, ” I am here, and I love you.” 

 

The full body hug of your endearing body formed to me

in a “Hello Greeting” when we had been apart for a while.

To touch, to feel, and know one Loves you within the Passion

that only being humans

brings to us.

 

“The Touches of Love” that makes all words

pale into memory.

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