Monday, September 24, 2018

A WEB to Spin…


As a Consultant/Therapist… when listening to the expressed need of a person, hear I, the resolve… 
a poetic dialogue ensues in heart… and so it is...

A WEB to Spin…

From deep hurt and loss a web to spin
In threads of anguish caught her heart within
Soulful reflection and resolve to proclaim
In forgiveness and faith to call God’s name
To feel the knowing, the purpose, the plan
Ever God’s gift to life, woman and man
Free be her heart and lamenting soul
In glory she to live life’s goal
Entanglements need not confining be
She to hold to life’s decree
The beauty of a spider’s web be it known
For the intent fulfilled and the artistry shown
So too, within our hearts threads of time, people and place
And within a web we may so place
Yet each thread is created anew to interweave
So too, with each thought we bear to conceive
Within these threads of creation and time
Behold the magic, the mystery, the wondrous divine.



Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York


Image: Flickr: Spiderweb, Ultra Sonic Photograpy.





Sunday, September 23, 2018

Autumn Jewels...



'tis the season of change that calls its name
behold these first jewels of autumn
touches of amber, crimson, russet and gold
'tis the season of colors majestic, bright and bold
the warming sun the air crisp
lambent sky of blue
the gems of Creation bequeathed onto you
a deep sigh and felt is the Creator's loving grace
in this moment bounty of time to place.


Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York



Thank You 


Wednesday, September 12, 2018

Tribute 9/11

This delivered in Tribute last evening at the 
Orangetown, New York,  Memorial Ceremony

click for larger view


Wednesday, September 5, 2018

TRUTH ...


what be these lessons at hand
what is it that lies at heart's command
what TRUTH be masked by deception's call
what beckons from the spirit of ALL
what shadows upon light yet prevail
what is this din that echoes travail
the fear, the doubt, 'tis not your soul true
'tis but illusion cast upon you
deceit's binding cloak now to be ever shed
from TRUTH within soul let thee be led
beauty expressed in blessed word and artful deed
YOU the light and power of TRUTH in living creed.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

Monday, September 3, 2018

... L O V E ...



L O V E… this the lament
this the longing
this the lure
this the levity
the haunting call to heart
the savor of soul
know I its grace 
as I hold a rose in hand 
as delicate petals unfold
as the fragrance of its existence fills time
as I behold the soaring flight of the butterfly 
as branch and bow hold strong
embracing each season of change
as the alchemic sun warms
as the winds speak their secrets 
as the waters ebb and flow
as the dark night bears stars that shimmer
as each new dawning greets my awakening
as the breath is 
the pulsing the passion 
the receiving the giving
it is the embrace of a YOU 
of  a YOU  
the YOU of ALL
YOU… the Yielding, the One, the Unity… 
and so LOVE is known… is known… is known.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York


Sunday, August 26, 2018

Following the Coppers...




Following the Coppers…

His focused, discerning lens of light
Catching moments in stillness, moments in flight
Form, structure, color, beauty to behold
The glory of Creation’s story be it told
Wings that flutter in soaring splendor divine
Touched be this abiding soul, abiding soul mine.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown New York

Following the Coppers, Bronze Copper Butterflies, Rick Bunting, 
Nature Photographer Extraordinaire, 2018.


Friday, August 24, 2018

80 be the times around...



When one lives with purpose fulfilled...
years continue to be the NOW of JOY...


80 be the times around...

The youth of years I do feel
JOY and grace ne'er conceal
Time brings counsel divine
To this abiding soul of mine
Hold wise I the way of the heart
From love's embrace ne'er depart
This day in blessings of light and love
Feel I the wondrous of heavens above
On this earth in gratitude I do live
Blessed I am to receive, to give.


Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate 
Orangetown, New York