Saturday, January 13, 2018

A Depiction...a Deliverance...

A depiction... a deliverance... YES... ME... 

Reflections, reverie, and the passion of the NOW… 


Aflame afire free
Wild winds of spirit
Passions unleashed
And so she soars to vistas unknown
Lucid dreams of emergent colors
Cast upon canvas stark
Worlds in rhythmic motion
Poetic dialogues
Sounds lyrical, sweet, thunderous
Pulsing, pulsing, pulsing
Her heart a vibrant chord
Sounding, sounding, sounding
Drums, bells, bowls, vibrating tuning forks
Fill empty spaces with the chorus of soul
Echoes of silence now heard
The taunts of oppression scream free
Derision gives way to deliverance
The artist, the poet, the visionary
She beckons, she calls
She to SELF…she to SELF

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Thursday, January 4, 2018

The D A R K is not silenced...

The D A R K is not silenced... 
     it calls to the light and is transformed... 
          and so... 
               our Deliverance, 
                    our Ascension, 
                         our Revelation, 
                              our Knowing... in each breath new.

Rose Marie Raccioppi 

Image: The Condor galaxy: FORS Team, 8.2-meter VLT Antu, ESO; Processing & License: Judy Schmidt

Wednesday, January 3, 2018

Majesty of Creation

The branch holds to the grace of time
Be this a sacred union divine
The savor of bud, a drop of rain
Creation’s joy be not tame
The glimmer of light be it known
The majesty of Creation be it shown.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate 
Orangetown, New York

Photo: Rain Drop Series, FB post, Andrew Weitzer, December 23, 2017.

Thursday, December 28, 2017

Our Birth Eternal ... 2018

Within the age, the century, the decade, the year, the day, the moment...

Be it a myth... be it an ancient story retold...
 is it not of spirit,  of faith,  of a knowing wise,  
that LIFE is CREATION, and BREATH,  
the receiving the giving… 
as we embrace what IS,  as Inspired Spirit, 
so be the SELF and Purpose known. 

2018 BE our Birth Eternal… 
to purpose, to the very breath of receiving and giving, 
to the depths of JOY in BEING.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Wednesday, December 20, 2017

The SOUL as Muse...

YES, there is a Muse for poetic expression... for delivered by the SOUL be...


... and so the poet listens to the knowing SOUL, and beholds words of praise, beauty, truth, and the grace of BEING.

Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

Sunday, December 17, 2017

L I G H T ...

The sun, the moon, the stars... light that nourishes, light that celebrates, light that inspires... and when the spirit of light is held within our hearts, be this the Glory of SELF in expressive love.  

~ Rose Marie Raccioppi

And so shall we behold the L I G H T ... this a season of Grace... let it be ...

Truth ... and all in PRAISE.

The First Day ~  Light

…2The earth was formless and void, and darkness was over the surface of the deep, and the Spirit of God was moving over the surface of the waters. 3Then God said, "Let there be light"; and there was light. 4God saw that the light was good; and God separated the light from the darkness.… Genesis 1:3

Sunday, December 10, 2017

Stairway to Heaven ~ Led Zeppelin... ""...How everything still turns to gold..."

Stairway to Heaven - Led Zeppelin

As I listen, the last lines become known deeply... an intent of identity... ".

"...And as we wind on down the road 
Our shadows taller than our soul
There walks a lady we all know
Who shines white light and wants to show 

How everything still turns to gold
And if you listen very hard
The tune will come to you at last
When all are one and one is all
To be a rock and not to roll
And she's buying the stairway to heaven."

Songwriters: Jimmy Page / Robert Plant
Stairway to Heaven lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc

The Dawning Light

the scars of abuse upon this mind
the echoes of taunts within this heart
the shadows dark upon this soul
momentary be their reign
momentary be I their prisoner
for within lies the power of resolve
for within lies the light of the Omnipresence 

for within lies the liberation of spirit
the scars of abuse dissolve into understanding 
the echoes of taunts resound with compassion 
the shadows dark ascend to the dawning light 
and I in the Willful Presence of BEING.

Rose Marie Raccioppi 
Poet Laureate 
Orangetown, New York