Sunday, May 21, 2017

As the Sun sets this Sunday... Of BEING...


     Sparks of soul have lit aflame
          Fires of passions unbridled
               Visions of light and enchanted being
                    Sounds of savor sing spirit’s call
                        This moment eternal breath abides
                            The quest in the clutches of grace
                                The knowing in the domain of beauty
                                    The blessings in words of divinity
                                        The freedom as destiny in fulfillment
                                             The feel of BEING 
                                                  Of BEING
                                                       Of BEING
                                                             Of BEING.


Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

Monday, May 15, 2017

S I M P L Y ...

This day in May, at this hour in Tappan, New York...

All holding to the light
Sweet sounding melody of rustling leaves
Dogwood blooms carried by the gentle winds
Lambent sky and a caressing warmth
Song birds alight in lilting song
Such be this NOW of grace
All holding to the light.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

Saturday, May 6, 2017

Marks to Proclaim


And what is this need
To make our mark
To leave our word
Symbols of the soul
Lines and forms
Upon surfaces vast
Of heart and hand
Be this the call 
Marks to proclaim
The Presence.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

Sunday, April 30, 2017

T W I L I G H T ...

A beautifully spent Sunday, in reflection, in response, in the warmth of the sun, 
and in gratitude for what has been and what is...
Yes, the hour that has come to be...


the setting sun colors in celestial array
soon the twilight hour at this close of day
moments of change from day to night
ever yet the constant beckoning of light
the stars soon to sparkle in vistas above
the night to offer its guiding love
each moment of breath be it known
the receiving the giving in grace shown
the interface of NOW and change anew
blessings of BEING bequeathed to you
day night held as ONE in time
this the expression of the divine 
day begets night in its ardent vesper call
be ONE, be ONE, with the grace of ALL.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

Saturday, April 29, 2017

A Town, in Celebration, in Tribute...

Past/Forward ~ Orangetown in Celebration
National Poetry Month Tribute April 28, 2017

Past... be this the Passion ~ Aspiration ~ Spirit ~ Treasures of breaths long gone ~ held in the memory of BEING.

Forward... be this the Faith, the Omnipresence ~ the Revelation ~ the Wondrous ~ the Aspiration ~ the Resurrection ~ the Deliverance ~ held in what IS.

It is the humanity that calls within the heart of a home, within an artifact is a vision, and intention, within a memory past, brought forward is the NOW.

A Home
Behold its walls

Held be the voices 
The dreams
Echoes of days past.

Held with the heart of a HOME...
the Harvest of a vision
the Oneness of purpose
the Manifest dream
the Eternal in the NOW.

We the keepers
We hold and speak our story
Gathered we are in acknowledgment
In celebration in humanity’s treasured glory 

Orangetown Rich in History
Rich with the treasures of settlements
With the vision of independence
With the knowing of freedom
With the glory of humanity

All that has come forth
All from the many yesterdays

And so in preservation’s name
Orangetown Rich in History makes its claim
Hold to the structures and artifacts of a day from a calendar past 

Welcome with reverence the memories and light they yet cast 
And what we allow to be, to stand
Is our grace and gratitude in knowing command
A history, a humanity, and so we hail
Orangetown Rich in History past/forward to prevail

We the keepers
We hold and speak our story
Embrace be time, humanity’s treasured glory.

Thank You.

Rose Marie Raccioppi 
Poet Laureate 
Orangetown, New York 

Tuesday, April 25, 2017

S P R I N G ... feel it with all its...

SPRING...feel it with all its...

                                                           Grace ... the art of BEING ...

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Words in Revelation