Thursday, June 30, 2016

Pink Floyd... The Wall...Echoes... Pulse...

Pink Floyd... The Wall...Echoes... Pulse... 

words, music, song, call to our BEING yet wise
heed the plea to rise beyond perpetrated demise 
not a brick in the wall am I to be
beyond daunting echoes lies the origin, the truth of me
feel I the pulse, passions in calling refrain
this the SELF beyond the confine, beyond the inane
words, music, song, call to our BEING yet wise
heed the plea to rise beyond perpetrated demise.

APOGEE Paradigm

Pink Floyd in January 1968, from the only known photo-shoot of all five members. 
Clockwise from bottom: Gilmour, Mason, Barrett, Waters, Wright

Thursday, June 23, 2016

This Flame

This Flame

an inner light, a flame
passion, faith and truth in glory name
this pulsing PRESENCE be it in PRAISE
for the treasure of time and blessed days
a body, a mind, a spirit, a soul
a life in pursuit of purpose, a vision, a goal
alchemic be a thought and a knowing divine
blessed BE this flame of grace, yours and mine.

... the law of attraction... the accord... 

Wednesday, June 22, 2016

The W I N D ...

The wind whispers the beauty of its touch…
the feel
the union
the pulsing
the passion … in Creation’s grace…

Rose Marie Raccioppi 

Image: Flower taken by the wind... (Courtesy Google search).

Monday, June 20, 2016


feel I the warming sun
bathed in the light of this day new
touched by the summer dawning

BE STILL, the quietude entreats

know thy Birth Eternal…
                                                        the Spirit awakened
                                                        the Truth in expression
                                                        the I AM
                                                        the Lament no more
                                                        the Love in PRESENCE known.

BE STILL, the quietude entreats
know thy Birth Eternal…

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

Quietude, Watercolor, ©Rose Marie Raccioppi, APOGEE Art.

Saturday, June 11, 2016 noble deed...

in noble deed...

'tis wisps of green touched by the early evening sun
shimmer they in gentle grace
the flutter of a white butterfly in noble deed
silent is the soft wind
hear I the cooing and the chirping
such savor in the songbird song
the air, creation’s gentle breath
clear, cool be its enfolding embrace
the sun in this setting hour 
its glory in heart to place.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

Image: cabbagewhite_-up-shenandoah-np-va-7jun06-bbouton1.jpg

Friday, June 10, 2016

'Tis G R E E N

“Tis G R E E N 

green in such gleeful array
grass, underbrush, leaves hold to light of day
fresh and cool is the morning air
a sky of mirth, azure blue so fair
and I touched by the soft wind sweet
’tis green ’tis green my heart to greet.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

’Tis GREEN, APOGEE Vibrational Art, ©Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2016.

Monday, June 6, 2016

At the Noon Hour...

At the Noon Hour
An experience and so be the root of change in perception
A word shared and prompted is love and loss in reflection
Time and place enfold our body our mind
And so we reach for meaning valid and kind
Are we in our purpose and is satisfaction real
Or are we in pain that we choose to conceal
The hour past and present be time’s call
By our own intention we to rise or fall
What credence do we give to time present and past
The sweep of clock hands and so our story cast
This moment, this very hour at hand
Be it known by volition and a willing command
Our heart, our soul, with a blessing divine
To grace this gift of our granted time
The noon hour be it ever embraced
The light of day within our heart to place.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

We are ever at a mid point between the past PRESENT future... the day that was, the day that is and the day yet to arrive... we are ever in the midst of change and choice... we are the shapers of the meaning of our time... how we perceive our experience - how we plan - how accepting - how resistant... we are the breath of time... the inhalation, the exhalation, the receiving the giving... the stillness and the action, and so the noon hour onto you each day with all its offerings, all its potential, all its challenge, all its light.  

Wednesday, June 1, 2016


Of what does a P O E T speak... if not of...

P assion
O mnipresence
E ternal
Truth... to awaken heart, soul, mind, to BEING...

This Poet's Word

These echoes of heart in sensibilities reveal 
The TRUTH OF BEING bar conceal 
Passions pulsing plea to be heard
And so be known this poet's word

Loss and lament a tear filled call
Joy and delight beyond befall
In revelation be known the depths of despair
All astride with blessed love and care
The rising sun and gone be the night

Held I in the embrace of the dawning light
The feel of the showering water sweet upon my skin
A baptism new, absolved I of all false sin

Judgments, reprisals, fallacious be their rein
For the SOUL'S PRESENCE knows not constrain 

Confront and resolve the breath calls out
To purpose, to purpose, to purpose, devout.

Rose Marie Raccioppi 
Poet Laureate 
Orangetown, New York