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...


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


The glory of SELF... the grace of BEING... 
this the RESONANT...known in...
                     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, 

Wednesday, August 9, 2017

...blessed hands...

          ... blessed hands that sculpt beauty and hold to truth
                                          be the grace
                                                the pain
                                                      the ecstasy 
                                                            the quest of BEING...

Rose Marie Raccioppi 

Gian Lorenzo Bernini, Terracotta bozetto for "Ecstasy of St. Theresa", 1647-1652.
Gian Lorenzo Bernini, "Ecstasy of St. Theresa", 1652, Santa Maria della Vittoria, Rome.

Gian Lorenzo Bernini
Born 7 December 1598
Naples, Kingdom of Naples, in present-day Italy
Died 28 November 1680 (aged 81)
Rome, Papal States, in present-day Italy
Nationality Italian
Known for Sculpture, painting, architecture
Notable work:
Apollo and Daphne,
The Rape of Proserpina,
Ecstasy of Saint Theresa
Movement Baroque style

Tuesday, August 1, 2017

...onto an artist this very day... and so it is...

And so it is...

     no hesitation, no constraint, no holding back
          yours is a knowing spirit, beyond all lack 
             hold your vision, your questing path defined
                bear not doubts that limit and confine
                   live the TRUTH that guides and calls onto your soul
                      yours is a destiny blessed beyond pain, beyond toll
                         known be the harmonies, love, beauty and grace
                            within your heart ever the pulsing passion to place
                               this day your vision, your volition, your quest, you hand
                                  be the GOD, the ONE  in beauty’s expressive command.

With reverent respect,
Rose Marie Raccioppi

Saturday, July 29, 2017


I am told it is FATE...
... if it is so, then to thyself ask... F A T E ...

     what Freedom am I to unfold
          what Aspiration from time untold 
               what Treasure of self to reveal
                    what Eternal calling beyond conceal...

Rose Marie Raccioppi 
Words in Revelation

Monday, July 17, 2017


dragonfly dragonfly
upon its wings I ride
with the wind’s whispers
with the touch of the sun
with the shimmer of the light
with the grace of BEING
with the call, the call of flight.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

Photo: Dragonfly, Widow Skimmer by Rick Bunting, 2017. 
Thank You
 Bob Jessen .

Monday, July 3, 2017

July 4, 1776... The Declaration of Independence... FREEDOM...

FREEDOM… the vision, the quest, the glory… all in…
                                         Manifest…the hue and cry of Spirit...

                                                                                                   of Heart 
                                                                                                          of Soul...
Such be the toil of our Founding Fathers
Declaration of Independence
July 4, 1776.

Rose Marie Raccioppi 
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

Saturday, July 1, 2017



the thunderous rain upon rooftops
the cresting waves of the sea
the brooks, streams and rivers
known within they be

the warming passion of the sun
the flowers in blooming frivolity
the winds that whisper secrets
known within they be

the earth that holds to will
the mountains that call to me
the plains and valleys in offerings of grace
known within they be

the sunrise, the sunset.
time an ever present decree
the clouds, the storms, the quakes
known within they be.

the call, the beckoning, the quest defined
the vision, the light, the promise to see
the past, the present, ever the NOW
known within they be.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York


Friday, June 30, 2017

L I B E R T Y ...

L I B E R T Y... the call of... 

                                        Yielding ... to the quest of BEING... 
                                      the hue and cry of SOUL... 
                                            the NOW of PRAISE....

July 4, 1776 ~ July 4, 2017

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Friday, June 16, 2017

A W A K E N E D ...

A W A K E N E D ...

Awakened to the flutter of wings
Awakened to the song bird song
Such lilting grace to greet the dawn
Rising light upon bloom and tree
Wondrous joy in all to see
Nature in its expressions divine
Breath of Being ever yours, ever mine
Hold to the blessings of sounding grace
Within our hearts to lovingly place
Be these the gifts of our days
Creation’s love in soaring PRAISE.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

Monday, June 12, 2017

NURTURE ...Vows of Grace...  image for larger view...

Monday, June 5, 2017

For a moment join me... Interlude...

For a moment join me...

Lilting be the sounding of cresting waves and the music of the wind
The feel of waters that ebb and flow to the call of the moon
Implacable is this sea in its surging spirit
Motion becomes still in its turbulent wake
Time becomes suspended in grace
An interlude, a breath, and the sigh of BEING.

Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

Saturday, June 3, 2017

A Jewel of Golden Yellow

A lens that captures the Gems and Light of Creation… 
Rick Bunting, Photographer  

Thank You… Rose Marie Raccioppi

A Jewel of Golden Yellow

Hear the welcoming call to Spring
Beauty,  bloom, nesting, it does bring
Of brilliant color and light this Warbler be
A jewel of golden yellow, spirit’s alchemy
In flight is felt the grace of gold
Creation’s frolic be the story told
Creation’s frolic be the story told.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

Friday, June 2, 2017

Spoils of Spring ...

"Sunshine, Ragged Robin blooming and the first Monarch of the year........PRICELESS!! "

~ Rick Bunting

Spoils of Spring

Such delicate and bold beauty to behold
And so the spoils of Spring unfold
Our heart held in soaring flight
Touched by the Creator's gifting light
Delicate be these petals in bloom divine
Captured be this moment in the NOW of time
Wings to flutter, to fly, in colors of majestic grace
Behold the grandeur, within your soul to place.

Rose Marie Raccioppi 
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York