Thursday, October 31, 2013

Emergent Be The Light

Emergent be the light within the depths of darkness deep
I in the shroud of sweet slumber's keep
This the vision upon awakening in memory bound
Within there be light, a dream to be found.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

Within the Depths, APOGEE Vibrational Art, ©Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2013.

Tuesday, October 22, 2013

Hues of Atonement




Headscapes by Fletcher Crossman

I was invited to attend the Fletcher Crossman, Headscapes, Exhibit at Saint Thomas Aquinas College Art Gallery, Sparkill,  New York.  As Poet Laureate, Orangetown, New York,  and an artist, I received this invitation, as an honored guest, to join in on the art and poetry program planned for students.  Arriving early provided an opportunity for me to sit quietly in the gallery, taking in the impressions of each image in a private sea of silence and solitude.  Selected here are three of the works on exhibit. And so these words put forth...

Hues of Atonement

Light and shadow the knowing does cast
Within, without, vistas unknown and vast
BE, I AM, in moments quest and quail
Holding, grasping for a sounding avail
Hues, tones, vibrant, dark, intense
BEING beyond the illusions beyond the pretense
Within these domains all shall reveal
What is lived, what is sought, beyond conceal
Strokes of color to form they take
Visions within the endowment of time's wake.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

And so too, the words of: 

Philip Catalanotto
...  in poetic encounter... 
Student of:  Introduction to Creative Writing, Saint Thomas Aquinas College.


“Eyes Lifted High” - Rosalina.

The eyes lifted high as though a priest during consecration. A sullen look across the pale face. The skin as if it were a template. The eyes as if silently saying, “ Father into your hands I command my soul.” The colors move me: the Reds, the Greens, and the Blues. Thinking about the passion in a different way.

“Agony and pain”- Emin.

Agony and pain is what I feel looking down from the tree they nailed me to. The soldiers jeer at me. As I look down, I see my mother.  A pure soul. And my brother, the one I love. Take care of one another. Mother, behold your son; son, behold your mother.

“Giants and men”- Nelson

I stand tall before giants and men like David in times of old: with a sling and a stone.

“I do not wait”- Fletch.

I do not wait for man or beast. The stern face of the man. The eyes full of anger and rage. His lips bleeding as if he were in a fight. The sound of the bell. The beat of his heart. And the final blow.

Monday, October 21, 2013

In this Space of Time... awaiting the arrival of Veterans

As I completed the preparation for welcoming the 
Veterans to An Evening of Healing, 
words revealed themselves in anticipation... and so here shared...

In This Space of Time

In this space of time be it known
There are realms beyond what is shown
In this space of time need and visions to share
There are realms beyond all given care
In this space of time this moment present and each moment past
There are realms ever so near, ever so vast
In this space of time there is the SELF to be claimed
There are realms beyond those held and those so named
In this space of time haunts and echoes to be newly heard
There are realms of Presence and the Sacred Word
The sounding accord of harmonics within
Beyond the clamor, beyond the din
The accord of heart, soul and visions newly clear
This of Faith, of Love, of Presence, in banishment of fear. 

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

Thank You Union Arts Center for providing such a Welcoming Space

Healing practitioners offer gratis one-on-one healing sessions for Veterans ~ for more info:

Sunday, October 20, 2013

Beautifully Bound

beautifully bound
this book newly gifted to me
with pages blank and beckoning
a bright red silken ribbon
to hold a place
to hold a vision
a dream
the treasure of time gone by
a day yet to be
this my son lovingly gifted to me.

Thank You,


Sunday Morn

the song bird greets the dawn and the rising sun
the melody and light embrace the grace of ONE
from branch and bough wings rest and flee
soaring be its flight beckoning on to me
free be your vision and your questing heart
from which your faith and knowing ne'er depart
wings of spirit within you in soaring flight
soul's song of grace soul's song of light.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

Awakened Faith, APOGEE Vibrational Art, ©Rose Marie Raccioppi,

Saturday, October 19, 2013

Be My Brother

Shakespeare be my brother this very night
As words free and in frolic take flight
Words of anguish, fear and pain
Words of illusion and the inane

Words to claim my longings and desire
Words to breathe these thoughts of fire
For words within the mind conceived
Create the world for us perceived
Recorded in prose, poetry and rhyme
To give purpose to life's gift of time
Words to serve intent and pleasure
Held in journals as one's life treasure
Words of moments present, moments past
And within a recorded history they be cast
Of all the words I in quest to lovingly heed
Silent utterances of TRUTH as sacred creed.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate 
Orangetown, New York 

"It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves."
William Shakespeare 

And in reflection:

The more I read Shakespeare, the more I realize that in a poet's heart is ever the search for understanding, beauty and purpose. If we are open to explore the poet's pondering of heart, we will hear the questing echoes of soul.

Friday, October 18, 2013

October Winds

October winds
the song of rustling leaves
lilting melody of russet, amber, gold
enchanted hues and tones dance the night
paint they the winds that call onto me
the alchemy of autumn in heaven's hues of light.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

Autumn's Wind Song, APOGEE Vibrational Art. , ©Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2013.

Wednesday, October 16, 2013

S I L E N C E ... its calling known...

demanding be the many tasks at hand
a perception, a plan, action in command
intention and focus be the alert of the day
the gift of time and a knowing provide the way
how sweet when vision is newly held clear
when the din of despair is silenced and gone the fear
how comforting is this moment's embrace
when within heart, love the soul does place
how knowing is this Spirit's call
when resounding with the grace of ALL
the clamor and chaos hushed they be
felt is the gentle peace deep within me
the day by Creation's plan in blessings unfold
led I BE by the Divine WORD ever told
S I L E N C E revealed its calling sweet
Within its embrace the SELF and Heart's music meet
'Tis this resounding JOY in S I L E N C E heard
The SELF be  known in sacred WORD.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

S I L E N C E,  APOGEE Vibrational Art, ©Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2013.

Friday, October 11, 2013

The Night Enfolds

the night enfolds
the silence echoes
what be these
vesper incantations
contained and wild
shadowed and luminous 
finite and expansive  
fixed and transformative
structured and free
the night enfolds.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

The Night Enfolds, APOGEE Vibrational Art, ©Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2013.

Monday, October 7, 2013

Passion, Plea, and the Poet's Pen ~ Cancer No More... a thirty year path of renewed well being through the art of expression ~ Phoenix Rising.

We are ever in deliverance. The prizes and treasures we gather, the disappointments and pain we endure, define our deliverance onto SELF. The SELF as Spirit, as Eternity, as Love, as Freedom, offered as poetic encounters, a thirty year journey to wellness. And so these echoes of heart, the deliverance onto SELF... the Phoenix Rising.

When I first heard  "The Greatest Love of All," a song written by Michael Masser and Linda Creedit was at the time I was ravaged by the clutches of cancer. The words validated for me what was silently within my very soul. With deep faith and conviction, I chose to fully live the words, and since 1983 have been cancer free and have not wavered from the message that allowed me to once again soar with the fullness of life. And so my life's work continues to unfold... as the  Greatest Love Of All ...

And so...I proclaimed...

Bequeath Your Presence

Within this soul 
love's call though silent 
resounds with longing 
Within this heart 
love's call though silent 
echoes a lament 
Within this stillness
 the resounding of what once was 
Within the emptiness
 the fullness of despair 
Are these the sensibilities absent of God's care
Ravage not this body and spirit 
Ravage not this faith and trust 
Bequeath Your Presence 
Cancer no more.

And so a BARD I BE...

Yes, I a BARD of modern day calling
to convey the glory of Being
to live the majesty of Aspiration
to know the wondrous in Revelation
in all moments present
in Gratitude.

The deepest of introspection, the willingness to unveil, unmask... no more pretense, a  SELF in revelation.

As one commits to a purpose to a path ... questions are raised... and I ask...


Who heeds the words of this poet
Who listens to these echoes of heart
Who feels the yearnings and the fire
Who sees the vision held clear

Is it the wind that whispers its own song
Is it the sun that warms and nourishes
Is it the moon that sheds its light
Is it the star that guides our way
Is it the stranger who extends a hand
Is it the child who gives a knowing smile
Is it the soul in its moment of call
Is it God in all present grace

Who heeds the words of this poet
Who listens to these echoes of heart
Who feels the yearnings and the fire
Who sees the vision held clear.

So too, is asked ...

What Be this Poet's Plea

What be this poet's plea
But to honor God's gifts
Be they of land, sky, ocean or sea
To know that All and One are given in grace
And in gratitude be our care, our loving embrace
Stars and galaxies, vistas of splendor and glory
Within the secrets, the miracles of Creation's story
Stardust in waves of time and space
From which our spirit we to trace
Light beholden within our heart
From where love has its primal start
Known be the fire of the Creator's flame
And we the Presence of All so named
Words to hold to the knowing of heart and soul
Reverent be our gratitude, our calling toll
And what be this poet's plea
But to honor God's gifts
Be they of land, sky, ocean or sea.

And what BE Woman but one ...

Holding to the Wonder

Aware of the Omnipresent

Feeling the Marvel

Living the Aspiration

Fulfilling Need

Words to define what it is to be a woman
Come from the special meaning of who we are
With grace we receive and provide the ultimate giving
With love we nurture
With question we pursue
With pain we give birth and revel in its miracle
With persistence we provide
We are blessed to be
The receiver and giver of life.

Guide books on self development, meditative practices, all to bring SELF to appraise... to this I respond...


Appraise well this treasure of time
The endowment of days made mine
Pearls of wisdom shall there be
Golden moments of alchemy
Gems of gratitude a collection fair
Blessings priceless coins of care
Appraise well this treasure of time
Measures weighed upon a life line.

And to those disciplines that speak of the I AM... 


I AM the ALL of ALL
the breath of BEING
the inhalation the exhalation
the rippling waters of the stream
the cresting wave of the ocean
the rising and setting sun
the ebb and flow of the tides
the seed the flower in bloom
the passion the rapture all sensibilities
ever in receipt ever in giving.

The words, the visions, the impressions we hold in mind, in body, in heart, ever resound. It is our choice to affirm, negate, validate, invalidate, accept, deny, each of these callings. Yes, reveal... 


Reflections, aspirations, expressions and desire
Words speak of life, passion, flame and fire
A gift of life now ever to be known
By the words of heart you have shown
And others may now be freed to reveal
What in their hearts they yet conceal
Many a story there is to be told
From days past a page to unfold.

Pages read, books completed, and the question, the quest, YOURSELF... The letters reveal the query...

what Yearnings have you answered
what Oneness do you seek
what Unity have you lived
what Revelations have you welcomed
what Spirit makes itself known
what Eternal quest calls to your heart
what Love have you embraced
what Freedom do you live...

Another has proclaimed...

While with an eye made quiet by the power
Of harmony, and the deep power of joy,
We see into the life of things.

William Wordsworth (7 April 1770 – 23 April 1850) was a major English Romantic poet

As I read these words of William Wordsworth, the depths of poetry were revealed, the mission of my life's work as a sound therapist, and my passion for poetic expression, became ONE. HARMONY be the questing state of BEING. This the APOGEE Paradigm, defined when I was but seven years of age as my calling, my destiny. The poet, the educator, the artist, the advocate, the activist, the exploration, the discovery, the receiving, the giving, the offerings... each and all to bring... 


Be they of...

Yielding ... to the light, the grace, the resounding pulse of Life itself.

Words upon a page, posted on the web... ah, yes...

The Echoing Word

'tis the joy of expression to share
met by hearts that feel the mission of care
a word, a thought, a moment's knowing wise
the daunting shall meet its delivered demise
our heart's calling calling be it ever heard
may LOVE ~ LOVE be the echoing word.

Yet, heard be the doubts and fears...

Alchemy to Ring

Man in freedom so born is he
Yet shackled he sets himself to be
Oppression dark upon heart yet be lain
The echoes of emotion still held profane
The mind to silence daunting echoes of time past
And free the self from binding chains cast
Memory called to free mind, heart and soul
Alchemy to ring its welcomed toll.

Self-help, the law of attraction, exercise, meditation, body work, yoga... all  to bring wellness and light... Robert Schuman, Composer, 1810-1856, wrote:  "To send light into the darkness of men's hearts - such is the duty of the artist."

Light Beholden

Stars and galaxies, vistas of splendor and glory
Within the secrets, the miracles of Creation's story
Stardust in waves of time and space
From which our spirit we to trace
Light beholden within our heart
From where love has its primal start
Known be the fire of the Creator's flame
And we the Presence of All so named.

And as the beauty be perceived, the cacophony, the noise, the clamor of the news,  yet resounds... How does one reconcile the discord... the question beckons the answer... 


Conspiracy, corruption and travail
Beyond aberration THE WORD to prevail
Just as the night pursues the light of day
So too, ever present be the path, THE WAY
Illusions cast as truths to be revealed
THE WORD to cast light on deceptions concealed
And known to us be our soul's desire
The PHOENIX to rise from passion's fire
From the depths of our knowing heart
This I in FAITH claim to be true
This the GRACE OF GOD on to You.

We may well be besieged by a ... Thunderous sounding... a lightning... an awakening... 

Thunderous Sounding

what be this awakening sweet
where grace and intention meet
what be this thunderous sounding in heart
where all that is has its knowing start
what be this soaring of spirit and soul
where vision is one with heart and goal
this be the Self, the TRUTH to embrace
where all that is blessed in knowing I place
where judgment, reprisal, illusion and demise
be cast aside by Spirit, an awareness wise
beyond the drama and lies yet heard
is the beloved glory of the divine WORD
joyful gratitude to fill my days
so be the embodiment of SELF in PRAISE.

In embrace  of liberation... in the majestic moments of meditation ... 

The Wind and The Willow...

The Wind
all pervading
one with all direction
The Willow
rooted ever in search
branch and leaf so humbly bend
holding to the wind
the light
and the unseen Presence
Wind and Willow, so I am
thought, mind and spirit
all pervading
one with all direction
holding to the unseen Presence.

Your ARRIVAL is welcomed...

An Arrival

an arrival
from storming moments
from pain beyond understanding
from deception and false realities
from the daunting echoes of oppression

an arrival
from the din of judgments
from the cacophony of opinions
from haunting doubts and fears
from care coupled with resentment

an arrival
to the blooms of Summer
to the colors of Fall
to the surrender of Winter
to the delights of Spring

an arrival
to the majesty of the heavens
to the divinity of the moon and stars
to the splendor of the dawning day
to the light behind the storm

an arrival
to the wonders of BEING
to the exploration of cause
to the power of intent
to the resolves of time

an arrival
to the embrace of SELF
to the WORD known
to the gifts of CREATION
to the SOUL revealed.

We are the WEAVERS... Threads of Time...

we gave a cry and all rejoiced for this our birth complete
we are our first steps greeted with open arms
our first word that brought an admiring smile...

Threads of Time

trace the years and their memories await anew
a montage, a kaleidoscope, of one's life view
sounds, impressions, of place time and moments sweet
where our dreams and our days come to meet
praise, punishment, joy and pain come to define
a life known as rightly yours, a life lived as mine
and what brings reason to pause this very day
but the wondrous Creation given by Life along its way
a sculpture unveiled and all in AWE and PRAISE
for what each has brought to their ennobled days
and then a painting, a poem, an endearing embrace
upon a time line of memories now they to place
decades of moons have brought mystery and delight
magical be this waxing and waning of Creation's light
and so this heart, this soul, in time's grasp and claim
be held in the spirit and glory of our Creator's name
be it of yesterdays or days yet, and dreams enfold
each new gaze, a breath, a sigh, be this our story told
with threads of time Life's cloak we weave
let it BE the warp and weft of Divinity conceived.

And there may well be many a tangled thread, webs of thought, restlessness..

The Mask

What be this restlessness I feel
These impressions but illusions real
See behind the mask beyond the veil
See the denied pain that is yet to prevail
The masquerade and pretense held to conceal
The SELF that TRUTH alone is to reveal
Reveal, I hear this night command
Cloak not the quiver of shadow close at hand
Remove pretense and the mask donned to conceal
The TRUTH, the deep knowing, this knowing real
Confront and resolve, the petition summons a call
Beyond all consideration, TRUTH to lay bear ALL
To the plea of this petition I to heed
And TRUTH, 'tis ever the rightful creed.

We need strength and renewed faith to Give Way...

Give Way

webs of thought, echoes of time sound
the din of shocked sensibilities
what was, now is once more
hush, hush be the cry, the plea
free what is trapped deep within me
shed these shackles of shadow and despair
heed the cry for resolve and Creation's care
listen, listen, and there shall be heard
the search, the want of the guiding WORD
let there be a command of self whole and true
let the bonds of torment give way to light ever new.

We need listen... deeply listen... Wisdom of All be known...

Wisdom of All

Oh how the mind conceives the thought
With restlessness your heart is wrought
For there is a just and kingly goal
Distant yet touching your crying soul
Be burdened not by task and deed
Lest you be lost to the greater creed
Inspired by self and the knowing within
Shall you pass the haunt, the doom of the din
Listen dear child to thy self sovereign and wise
Heed not to temptation, deception and lies
For it is the tear of joy that you shall weep
When the Promise you vow, you do keep
And when you reach and court the dream
With God's love stand thou supreme
Deception takes not your abiding soul
You have reached a kingly goal
As many may doubt and may berate
You shall prevail for love is thy fate
Guide the children, know their call
With God's tender love and wisdom of all.

So be these offerings, given in Celebration of SELF...  the SELF  of you, and you and you and you... as the Poet's Tidings...

The Poet's Tidings

Moments of memory, treasure be mine
The troves, the garlands, the gems of time
Each hour, each day, each year now past
A journey, a questing, a destiny cast
Awaken awaken to the vision yet held
Destiny and purpose in glory meld
The sounding heart with yearning real
Reverie and passion beyond conceal
The Muse calls to sound its claim
Beauty and Truth the poet to name
A blessed grace be it known, be it heard
'Tis the poet's tidings in heartfelt word.

In closing...

"The work of art must seize upon you, wrap you up in itself and carry you away. It is the means by which the artist conveys his passion. It is the current which he puts forth, which sweeps you along in his passion. The pain passes, the beauty remains." Pierre-Auguste Renoir

Thank you in this spirit of TRUTH and BEAUTY.

Phoenix Rising, Watercolor, ©Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2013.