Sunday, October 15, 2017

Curtain Call



The Theatre of our lives
Be it a performance real
Quest and pursuit ne’er conceal
Be it of vision, and a knowing wise
Love, faith, truth, beyond demise
Be it staged, spontaneous, ever in revelation
Each breath of BEING in the NOW celebration
Imagine, envision, dream the dream awake
Yours is a role not another can take
Curtain Call, Bravo, Bravo be it heard
Within your heart pulsing be passion’s word
The prize, the trophy, to bear your name
You in fulfillment of the players game
You in fulfillment of the players game.


Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York


Tuesday, September 19, 2017

Outside my window...


The Feel of September…
outside my window
the sky darkening
the winds sounding
rustling be the leaves
the deep green of the towering oak
the blushing anew of the dogwood
this the twilight hour
a sweet solitude
a gentle silence
a sigh, a pause…


Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York


SEPTEMBER ... endings...beginnings... Summer to Fall...


... with blush ever anew...

leaves, branch and bough
in homage to the season's vow
a season with blush ever anew
crimson, russet, golden tone and hue
a palette of color be this joyful array 
known as the delights of a September day
brilliant be nature's blessed bounty all
melodies of color sing out sing out, 'tis coming of Fall.


Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

Photo Credit: Bernard Spragg. NZ – Autumn hues.

Sunday, September 17, 2017

This day calls...


Reflection...

the storms that have come to be
the ravages of rain, winds, water and sea
the loss calls heart to heart
from which rebuilding bears its start
community to community in many a need
let charity, faith and love be our shared creed.


Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Tappan, New York


RESONANT...


The glory of SELF... the grace of BEING... 
this the RESONANT...known in...
       
 Revelations    
    Eternity
       Spirit 
          Omnipresence
             Nature
               Ascension
                  Nurturance
                     Truth ... in all blessings BE.

Rose Marie Raccioppi


A Sunday in September...

Outside my Window... in Tappan, New York...

the towering dogwood in blushing tones of crimson
the song bird singing its song ever so sweetly
the scamper of squirrels
the dew touched grass in splendors of green
the sky alight with the promise of the day
the gifts, the gifts, expressions of The Way.


Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York


Tuesday, August 15, 2017

Dance of Light



passions known and expressed they be
deliverance by the hands of destiny
line, color, and shadows cast in light
to the call of the muse in flowing flight
with palette and bush a mood to define
such be the gifts, the gifts of NOW and time.

Rose Marie Raccioppi 
Poet Laureate

Dance of Light, APOGEE Vibrational Art, 
©Rose Marie Raccioppi,