Sunday, September 30, 2012

Autumn Fantasy

...palette and word... haiku reflection...

autumn fantasy
melody of leaves alight
chorus of the wind.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

Autumn Fantasy, Image, ©Rose Marie Raccioppi, APOGEE Vibrational Art, 2012.

Saturday, September 29, 2012

Night of Rain ~ Libation

night rains and so flowing waters be
upon gardens,  fields and to the sea
earth and roots to the dawning light behold
heaven's sweet libation be this day's story told.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York 

Libation, Image, ©Rose Marie Raccioppi, APOGEE Vibrational Art, 2012.

Thursday, September 27, 2012

brush and pen...haiku reflection

indigo whispers
the beckoning of the muse
winds of spirit heard.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

Image, Midnight Melody, Image, ©Rose Marie Raccioppi, APOGEE Vibrational Art, 2012.

Wednesday, September 26, 2012

Flame of Faith

"And all shall be well and.. All manner of thing shall be well.. When the tongues of flame are in-folded.. Into the crowned knot of fire.. And the fire and the rose are one.” ~ T.S. Eliot

flame of faith
no embers does it create
it burns
yet it consumes not.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

Flame of Faith, Image, © Rose Marie Raccioppi, APOGEE Vibrational Art, 2012.

Tuesday, September 25, 2012

Dance of Light

such be this dance within soul
colors emergent to behold
beguiling be this dance divine
colors upon this palette mine
enchanting be each dancing tone
joy of light in splendor known.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

Dance of Light, Image, ©Rose Marie Raccioppi, APOGEE Vibrational Art, 2012.
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Monday, September 24, 2012

I Look to the Trees ~ Leaves of Autumn

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

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

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Sunday, September 23, 2012

Autumn's Wind Song

the brilliant light of a quarter moon
night winds blow
heard is the song of rustling leaves
lilting melody of russet, amber and gold
enchanted hues alight
wind song wind song this autumn night.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

Autumn's Wind Song, Image, ©Rose Marie Raccioppi, APOGEE  Vibrational Art, 2012.

Saturday, September 22, 2012

Spectrum ~ Black ~ White

black be it the abyss
be it the unknown
be it the yet to be explored
be it the embrace of slumber
deep be its depths
mysterious be its offerings
be it shadows of beauty
be it the night complete
white be it illumination
be it revelation
be it truth known
be it the grace of stars
be it the light of moon
be it the day complete
black kindles white
white kindles black
and all IS
and all IS
and all Is ~ Inspired Spirit.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

Black ~ White, Image, ©Rose Marie Raccioppi, APOGEE Vibrational Art, 2012.

Friday, September 21, 2012

The Night's Music

Listen and what do you hear
leaves rustle
crickets sing
'tis the night's music.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

The Night's Music, Image, ©Rose Marie Raccioppi, APOGEE Vibrational Art, 2012.

Thursday, September 20, 2012


beyond all mounting despair
be the knowing of the Creator's care
boundless be this cloak of Spirit's grace
within our soul eternity placed.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

Beyond, Image, ©Rose Marie Raccioppi, APOGEE Vibrational Art, 2012.

Wednesday, September 19, 2012

...through the night... The Quest of Light

The enfold of silence and sweet slumber greet
Where dreams and awakenings ever to meet
The vistas traveled all near all far
To galaxies and a distant star
Spirit in flight across the sky
In the firmament above, above so high
Known be the glory, the quest of light
The pursuit of Spirit through the night.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

Astronomy Picture of the Day

Tuesday, September 18, 2012

Within These Walls

Within these walls the waling labor and the promise of a new day
Upon these floors the heavy burdens and the knowing of The Way
Within these chambers of heart and home reverie and reflection
The searching wave of wonder and awe crests with God's perfection
No promise or lament need be silenced or denied its haunting call
Within moments Now the pulsing passion of Presence, The All
The rooms of this home bear sounds and visions of day's gone by
Beauty held in music, art, the gifts of man, child, earth, sea and sky
The noonday sun touches this day with warming light
From each window I look to sky, trees and leaves in wind's flight
This deep captivating call of heart and home in silence I do ever hear
I know of God, this moment, and faith in a tomorrow of banished fear.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

Within These Walls, Photograph, CAR, Collectible Clicks, ©Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2009-2012.

The rock and roll of the 80's played by my young sons, the barking of our much loved family dog, the bubbling of fish tanks, the cooing of the finches, the care of pigeons, quails, hamsters, snakes, doves, rabbits, turtles, gerbils, white mice, hamsters, the many happy birthdays sung, sounding memories yet heard... These be the savored echoes held by the walls... each room its own artful collection of times long past and the shared JOYS of time present. And now my grandchildren add new treasures, gems of time, dreams yet to be dreamed, and love shared anew. Yes, all Within These Walls...

Monday, September 17, 2012

...known to time... This Old Oak Tree

In this early noon September day sun
towering above this old oak tree
sunlight upon rustling leaves
and so the sway of shadow and light
Trunk bold and erect
giving to branches high and wide
this mighty oak of many a year
A palette of glistening and deep green
hues above me
and to the West
a sky of clear blue
All known to time and beauty
In this early noon September day sun.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

All Known, Oak Tree Canopy Photograph, Collectible Clicks©Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2009-2012.
All Known, Rose Marie Raccioppi, THE WIND AND THE WILLOW, Publish America, June, 2008.

Sunday, September 16, 2012

In the Grandeur ~ Genesis

Travails dispelled in this deep breath of early Fall
The oak tree of many seasons holds the morning light
Reaching bough and branch create shadows
A dancing grandeur cast upon the yet green grass
So gentle is the sway of the evergreens
I too, move to the touch
The crisp morning air upon my face
The mirth of bubbling water
Circles, ripples, reflecting light and shadow
I too, of many seasons
In the grandeur of the morning light.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

Genesis, Image, ©Rose Marie Raccioppi, APOGEE Vibrational Art, 2012.

Friday, September 14, 2012

... music it is... Melody of Grace

a melody of grace to behold
'tis the song of creation ever told
budding be each note of love's sweet refrain
this the crescendo of beauty in God's name.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

Image Credit: From the album: Wall Photos By Earthschool harmony.

Wednesday, September 12, 2012


What be THE WORD shared... 'tis 

the Wonder
           the Omnipresence 
     the Revelation
  the Divine ... 

the heartfelt resounding of soul's call...

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

Vincent van Gogh. Still Life with Open Bible. April 1885. Oil on canvas. Vincent van Gogh Foundation, Rijksmuseum Vincent van Gogh, Amsterdam, the Netherlands. 

Tuesday, September 11, 2012

Where Does The Pain Go ~ 9/11

On this day of September 11, 2012,
I am flying the American Flag in remembrance of 9/11.
Together let us pause to remember the victims,
to grieve with the families and friends of those who died,
and to honor the heroes of that day,
and each day since who have sacrificed to save lives,
protect our freedoms and hold to the promise of our country.

With prayer and blessings.

Where Does The Pain Go

Where does the pain go
When no longer can you take hold
When the fires devour hope
When the moment claims life

Where does the pain go
When man annihilates man
When terror rules reason and heart
When the unspeakable defies God’s name

Where does the pain go
When the innocence is lost
When suspicion and fear hover
When trust is betrayed

Where does the pain go
When a life is saved
When love holds a memory
When grace touches the tearful heart

Where does the pain go
When spirit and soul awaken faith
When destiny abides in God’s light
When the silence offers guidance

Where does the pain go
When determination and resolve assemble
When purpose and plan are set forth
When in the name of God, life, beauty and love are called.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

Where Does The Pain Go, etched glass and watercolor, ©Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2001-2012.

Vocal Performance of Where Does The Pain Go
Marci Elyn Schein
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Monday, September 10, 2012

Reflections on BLACK OUT.."Peace...No War!!"

Thank You dear Maurizio Bignone... touched I am and so...

Reflections on BLACK OUT...

the mounting loss
the heartache and tears

what be this devastation that prevails
why these imposing fears and travails
are we not to go beyond the illusion of gain
are we not to perceive war's depth of pain
are we not to hold reverence for each gift of life
are we not to create a world beyond bitterness and strife
what calling plea shall we answer this very day
within our hearts and visions PEACE PEACE be The Way
when all refuse to destroy their fellow man
PEACE PEACE will be the prevailing command.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

Lark Ascending

... the soaring beauty expressed... brush, bow and pen...

Lark Ascending

Above wind swept fields of crimson and gold
The ascending lark in beauty behold
A soaring ballad trilling sweet
Wind and wings in destiny meet.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

Wheat Field with a Lark, 1887, Museum: Rijksmuseum Van Gogh, Amsterdam, Holland, Vincent Van Gogh, 1853-1890.

Do enjoy this stunningly beautiful music...

Vaughan.Williams.-.Lark.Ascending.-.Janine.Jansen - YouTube

Sunday, September 9, 2012

Neil Diamond September morn - In Dedication to Aunt Ann and Uncle Frank

This September Morn

Dedicated to my Aunt Ann and Uncle Frank

Two loving souls embraced by the heaven's above

ever present be their eternal season of love

Reached they the summit of God's grace

and within each of our heart's chambers their love be placed

Know they the glory within the gates of heaven their music heard

the destiny, the love, the faith, the divinity in God's Word.

In devotion,

Rose Marie Raccioppi

.. and so it is... This Ninth Day of September

Saturday, September 8, 2012

A Son's Eulogy in Loving Devotion

Frank P. Fusco
July 1, 1921 ~ August 28, 2012

First I would like to thank all of you for coming out today, taking time from your busy schedules to honor my Dad and support our family.

Thank  you Father Francis for saying mass and your support during our time of grief.

Death in itself has to be the hardest realities in life to face because of its finality... no matter what age it occurs, whether its sudden or after prolonged suffering. 

In my Dad's case, his passing comes with a bitter sweet feeling of knowing his suffering is finally over coupled with the bitterness that he is now gone forever.

Yes, his pain is now over but our pain of missing him begins. Fifteen years of slowly having neuropathy take over his body while his mind was sharper than those half his age, finally took its toll.
Today, is one of the toughest days of my life.To say goodbye to my mentor of 55 years, the guy that always was there for me to join in my personal successes as well as hardships. He was the one I asked advice and knew it would be sound and wise and something I could trust. 

My father was loved by a lot of people...he was truly a good man. Qualities of integrity, a man of his word, responsible, hard working and balanced were just a few of his attributes along with a sharp wit and sense of humor.
He was strong but had an emotional soft side. You can count on Dad to tear up at communions and weddings and at the sound of taps being played. The latter, something he experienced on many occasions during his time served in the US Navy. He believed in doing your best, giving 100% all the time. I can remember how many times I would come home from school excited and say, "Hey Dad, I got a 97 on my test today... only to hear ...Why not 100 ?
He had the ability to converse with the young, the old, the rich and those less fortunate. He had common sense and a sense of being down to earth...never flaunting or living life on the high end although he probably could have. A truly humble man.

At this time, I would like to turn the attention away from my Dad for a moment and give my Mom the credit she is due. Married for a remarkable 66 years and his care taker for the last 15, she was by my father's side in her younger days through the long working hours of our family dry cleaning business establishment and still managed being a mom and housewife as well. She was also the one, still by his side as she aged, care taking for him even though confronted with the challenge of caring for herself. My Mom was an extraordinary woman who completed this extraordinary couple.

Two other people who sacrificed much of their free time and helped her carry the burden of care taking for my father is my sister Phyllis and my brother in law Tom. Although he may not have voiced it directly to you because that just wasn't his style, Dad expressed many times to me how thankful he was for both of you doing what you did for him. All the matters we took for granted became your burden from midnight emergency house calls to arranging doctor visits, house maintenance, financial concerns and everything in between. You two are to be commended. 

Imagine not to be able to pull your covers over yourself at rely on someone to shave your face, to scratch an itch on your forehead and take care of your most personal matters..., to live within the confines of your own home where entertainment was a wheelchair ride to your backyard or just plain old watching tv day in and day out for the better part of 15 years and somehow doing it all with a smile on your face.
Then when someone asked how you were feeling? Replying with Tony the Tiger enthusiasm. I feel GREAT! That was his trademark answer so as not to make others worry while you know deep down each day the pain of his condition was slowly killing him. 

On my many stay over visits, I personally experienced the nights of hearing his private moans and grunts of pain from down the hall.... something he would save for when he was alone. I would help him to bed, pull the covers over him and turn off the light.... simple things he couldn't perform due to his diminishing strength. I would walk away shaking my head in disbelief with wonder how his inner strength kept him going without giving in. He would always say as I walked away..."Bono note and tutti fruitti" It was his way of saying good night in Italian and them adding tutti fruitti as a little humor to make it sound like he was more fluent than he actually was. In fact those were his last words to me on August 20th.

He was an amazing man and I am proud to say he was my Dad. He had a unique way of getting respect without ever having to ask for it. He loved Sinatra, disliked Elvis enjoyed the big band music, the Yankees Derek Jeter and my mom's cooking. 

Of the true loves of his life besides his wife and his family, was his love for his ship, the USS Enterprise, on which he served 18 consecutive months of his three years in the US Navy during WW2. He loved talking about it. In his later years when he put his brush to the canvas, it was his Enterprise heading into NY harbor painting which not only won first place in a local art show but was placed in an exhibit at the Smithsonian institute in Washington DC.

I know nothing last forever in this world but his smile and his blue eyes, his charm will never be forgotten. Rest in peace Dad and thank you for being the man you were and taking care of our family all these years. My only wish is I be half the man you were... I would then consider my life a success.

If I can be his voice, I believe this is what he would have to say at this moment in time. To my Mom ...Thank you Annie... thank you for all your help, being an extraordinary wife, mother and standing by my side and living up to your vows especially in sickness and health till death do us part. Thank you for being the great cook you were. I am coming to join you. Get the pasta boiling. I'm hungry !

To my kids ... thank you for being people I could be proud of and raising such wonderful families. Thank you little girl !

To my grandchildren and great grandchildren, your life is ahead of you... treat people with respect, give 100% in everything you do, don't be afraid to take a risk and never settle for anything less then what you deserve. To my great grandchild, Frankie, my namesake, make me proud!  I know you will.

To all in this church, thank you for coming out today to honor me, to support my family and to say goodbye. Although I am no longer physically with you, please be comforted knowing I am feeling GREAT ...the pain is gone ... enjoy your life and treasure our memories!

In closing, since my Mom's passing, the lyrics of a song called the Land of Hopes and Dreams has a whole different meaning to me now. I can hear Mom's voice saying these words to my Dad as they meet again today. 

Grab your ticket and your suitcase

Thunder is rolling down the track
Well you don't know where you're going now
But you know you won't be back 
Well Darlin' if you're weary
Lay your head upon my chest

We'll take what we can carry
And leave behind the rest
Big wheels rolling through fields where sunlight streams
Meet me in the Land of Hopes and Dreams

Well I will provide for you
Yes I will stand by your side
You'll need a good companion now
For this part of the ride

Leave behind your pain and sorrows, let this day be your last
Tomorrow there will be sunshine and all the darkness past
Big wheels rolling through fields where sunlight streams
Meet me in the Land of Hopes and Dreams

This train carries saints and sinners...this train carries losers and winners
This train carries lost souls
This train is going where dreams will not be thwarted
This train is going only to where faith will be rewarded.

Get on board Dad and enjoy the ride with your bride... heaven for sure awaits you.

Bono note ... (Final Salute)

Tom Fusco

...and so this moment NOW...

Each in heaven's embrace and love
Torrential rains falling this day from above
Heaven's tears of loss and joy there yet be
Aunt Ann and Uncle Frank in God's celestial sea
Travel they in devotion's ship divine
In eternal grace be they touched by cresting waves sublime.

Blessings and Peace ....

APOGEE Poet: My Aunt, My Godmother ~ Rest In Peace

APOGEE Poet: Uncle Frank

Dearest Tom,

A LIFE and all comes to unfold
Each day lived a story to be told
To faith's blessings gathered they their treasure
T'was love known beyond time and measure
Words in celebrated gratitude a son to cast
And known be life held in vistas vast
Honor and reverence for time and being to share
In each word be heard a son's love and God's eternal care.

Much love on to you dearest Tom.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Thursday, September 6, 2012

Uncle Frank

 Frank P. Fusco
July 1, 1921 - August 31, 2012

Uncle Frank

listen and you will hear a sailor's story of valor known
pride in service to his country has he with vision shown
upon the seas he traveled distances far
holding to the promise of freedom's star
and then with tenderness and loving grace
love within Ann's heart did he place
an artful life he lived and purpose to unfold
responsible to family ever be his story told
a word, a concept, a ship it be in memory clear
held he the meaning of Enterprise with boldness dear
initiative and resourcefulness his enterprise ever to define
this my Uncle Frank lovingly held within heart mine
with blessing and peace in God's care and love
joined he be in the splendor of the heavens above.

In devotion,

Rose Marie Raccioppi

My very young years into adulthood were filled with his love, his guidance, his outstanding artistry and his ever present strength to meet the most challenging of personal loss. A hero for the country he served, a hero for the family he loved, a hero for a niece blessed by his gifts and strength of BEING.

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