Tuesday, November 13, 2018


The gift of this hour...

Awakened to the rising sun
To the song bird song
To the whispers of the wind
To the flutter of leaves in flight
To the rain in libation’s grace
As I listen yet another part of me hears
As I look yet another part of me sees
As I breathe the whole of me is known.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

Saturday, November 10, 2018

To Its Vow...




The sky lambent and brilliant with light... Shimmering be the leaves taken by the wind in flight... 
A moment, a pause,
B L E S S I N G... 

     Beauty
          Love
               Eternity
                     Spirit
                          Splendor
                               I AM
                                    Nurturing
                                         Grace .... 

                                             the PRESENCE of NOW... 
                                                the season of Fall 
                                                   holding to its vow...



Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York


This Gift of Time...



Creation's gems of red and gold
Treasures of the season with a story told
Surrender they do to the winds that call
Leaves in a crescendo anew, 'tis Fall
Hold they to the sun's light and grace
Soon a blanket upon ground they place
Below my feet sweet rustle be heard
Feel I, the blessings of God's WORD
For change and light be this gift of time
This season yours, this season mine.


Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

Photo: Dogwood at my Door, 2018 ©Collectible clicks, Rose Marie Raccioppi.



Saturday, November 3, 2018

Golden Bounty







The sun held in golden hues of light
Alchemic beauty, harvest, bloom, leaves in flight
Textures, forms, the Creator’s grace
The wondrous of all in Autumn’s embrace
To Old Hook Farm, pure savor found ever anew
'Tis this golden bounty, bounty gifted onto you


Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

Autumn’s Array





Autumn’s Array

Red ruby gems in Autumn’s array
Leaves in splendor of color this very day
The jewels of season’s grace fall from the tree
Carried by the wind upon walk settled they be.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York


Friday, November 2, 2018

She to SELF...Wild Winds of Spirit


She to SELF...Wild Winds of Spirit 
Wild winds of spirit
Passions unleashed
She soars to vistas unknown
Lucid dreams of distant galaxies
Worlds in rhythmic motion
Sounds silent, sweet, thunderous
Pulsing, pulsing, pulsing
Within her a vibrant chord
She beckons, she calls deliverance 
She to SELF…she to SELF
FREE …FREE… FREE
Wild winds of spirit.


Rose Marie Raccioppi
APOGEE Poet



Efes Antik Kent Nike Heykeli
This relief marks the late Roman period, the 4th and 5th centuries BC. In the right hand is a palm, in the left hand is held a wreath from a bay leaf. The goddess represents speed and power; Nike has the ability to run and fly free. Nike is the embodiment of the concept of victory, the goddess of victory.
According to Hesiodos, she was born of Stylus, the daughter of Pallas and Okeanos. Nike is shown as a young girl with wings, flying feee and gliding from heaven. Nike is also one of the leading names of Athena, ammong the most depicted immortals in sculptures and paintings.

Sunday, October 28, 2018

And I at a WOOD TABLE...


The wood table holds the divine signature of the tree
Shades of russet brown in markings of age before me
The quiet beauty of time and strength in grace to greet
Lines, waves of grain, where branch and bough did meet
I behold the majesty abiding in its humility and glory
The towering oak tree, a table with its calling calling story.


Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

The Dinning Room, The Table of Oak, ©Photo: Collectible Clicks, Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2018.

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Sunday, October 21, 2018

Gifted to Me...



A bouquet of flowers gifted to me
The colors of Fall in splendor be
The light held, joyous be its embrace
Blooms of beauty within heart to place.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York


Sunday, October 7, 2018

A Season of Change... the calling wind...




A season of change... emergent colors... 
leaves taken by the calling wind...and I...🍂
past shallow waters
to the depths of BEING
past pretense and fear
to the depths of TRUTH
past the silence
to the expressive WORD
past reprisals and judgments
to the grace, the knowing, the beauty of SELF
the SELF as Spirit, Evolution, Love, Freedom
this in each breath of BEING
this in each breath of BEING...

A season of change... emergent colors... 
leaves taken by the calling wind.🍂

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York


photo: GOOGLE : courtesy posting.


Thursday, October 4, 2018

Andrea Bocelli, Matteo Bocelli - Ven a Mi


Words that call to heart
From which memories shall not depart
Reflections of days gone past
A Father, a Son, in beauty cast
Words in song of loving grace
Within within our souls we place.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York


Wednesday, October 3, 2018

Grant not power to these demons of dark...


These words from heart to speak the soul…  
The petitioner's plea is heard, the poet responds...

Grant not power to these demons of dark
Hush hush their haunts erase their mark
Be free of judgments and reprisals cruel
Truth and Spirit of Self in light anew to rule
Addict me not to a false quieting of the pain I feel
Make the liberation from a shadowed self a beauty real
Mask not these agonies of the abiding soul
No longer allow deception to demand a toll
Pay not the price of life relegated to sorrow
Live the promise held within each tomorrow
Depression be not a donned cloak of despair
Hold the Faith yet borne of God's loving care
The gift of life and power of will in your story be told
Hail each breath, the cleansing, 'tis the alchemist's gold.


Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York


And so let us all be open to hear the "words and ideas" ...
that we are yet to reveal to ourselves for the deepest of liberation.

Sunday, September 30, 2018

This September Day... 🍂




🍂

September's last Sunday
The sun bright, the air pleasantly chilled
The sky a canvas of lambent blue
The quiver of grass green and lush
The dogwood tree in a crimson blush
High drifting clouds in graceful array
Such be the splendor of this September Day.
🍂

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York







Wednesday, September 26, 2018

Fires of SOUL...


A received call. a posted message, a song heard, words in revelation, praise shared, a visit, and the knowing in this moment ...

Fires of SOUL...
Awakened to the fires of soul
The vision, the quest, the fulfilled goal
The passion of SELF in this moment NOW
The unfolding, the sounding, the expressive vow
Within this pulsing heart of mine
Feel I the blessed, the supernal divine
A life onto me in union conceived
In each breath of BEING a gift perceived
And so this the eternal moment real
The splendor of SELF ne'er conceal
And I in grace and gratitude sublime
Savor the spirit, the SOUL mine.


Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York



Tuesday, September 25, 2018

Andrea Bocelli, Matteo Bocelli - Fall On Me


As I watched the years of love shared flash before me... these here presented, and those of my own heart, tears of love and gratitude donned my cheeks... the flow of time, the flow of grace, the flow of the love and splendor of this presentation of, "Fall on Me." Indeed, father Andrea Bocelli, and son Matteo Bocelli, BRAVO!! Love it is…

And when I listen anew... the growing of each of my three sons was brought to the NOW in such soaring splendor... the language of the soul speaking love, time, and BEING. This known heart to heart. Thank YOU for bringing me to such a sacred place of gratitude. Yes, Andrea and Matteo.. you have each gifted me with your divine knowing and love.  



[Verse 1: Matteo Bocelli]
I thought sooner or later
The lights up above
Will come down in circles and guide me to love
But I don't know what’s right for me
I cannot see straight
I've been here too long and I don't want to wait for it
Fly like a cannonball, straight to my soul
Tear me to pieces
And make me feel whole
I’m willing to fight for it and carry this weight
But with every step
I keep questioning what it's true

[Chorus: Matteo Bocelli]
Fall on me
With open arms
Fall on me
From where you are
Fall on me
With all your light
With all your light
With all your light

[Verse 2: Andrea Bocelli]
Presto una luce ti illuminerà
Seguila sempre, guidarti saprà
Tu non arrenderti, attento a non perderti
E il tuo passato avrà senso per te
Vorrei che credessi in te stesso, ma sì
In ogni passo che muoverai qui
È un viaggio infinito
Sorriderò se
Nel tempo che fugge mi porti con te

English Translation Verse 2: Andrea Bocelli
Soon a light will illuminate you
Always follow her, guide you will know
You do not give up, be careful not to lose yourself
And your past will make sense to you
I would like you to believe in yourself, but yes
In every step you move here
It is an infinite journey
I will smile if
In the fleeing time you take me with you

[Chorus: Both]
Fall on me
Ascoltami
Fall on me
Abbracciami
Fall on me
Finché vorrai
Finché vorrai
Finché vorrai
Finché vorrai

[Bridge: Both]
I close my eyes
And I'm seeing you everywhere
I step outside
It's like I'm breathing you in the air
I can feel you're there

[Chorus: Both]
Fall on me
Ascoltami
Fall on me
Abbracciami
Fall on me
With all your light
With all your light
With all your light

A Father, A Son, "Fall on Me..."

The gift of life and days of grace
Love shared within heart's place
The tender, the tender touch of time
Be these of blessings known divine
A voice that sings the soul in praise
And by a son has lived devoted days.


Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York



The Night Claimed



the night claimed
by the sweet savor of silence
by the serene solitude of self
by the brilliance of a star from afar
by colors in majestic array
by the quest of the coming dawn
by moments, by breaths 
by slumber's embracing enfold
the night claimed.


Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York


The Night, Watercolor, ©Rose Marie Raccioppi, www.apogeeart.com


Monday, September 24, 2018

A WEB to Spin…


As a Consultant/Therapist… when listening to the expressed need of a person, hear I, the resolve… 
a poetic dialogue ensues in heart… and so it is...

A WEB to Spin…

From deep hurt and loss a web to spin
In threads of anguish caught her heart within
Soulful reflection and resolve to proclaim
In forgiveness and faith to call God’s name
To feel the knowing, the purpose, the plan
Ever God’s gift to life, woman and man
Free be her heart and lamenting soul
In glory she to live life’s goal
Entanglements need not confining be
She to hold to life’s decree
The beauty of a spider’s web be it known
For the intent fulfilled and the artistry shown
So too, within our hearts threads of time, people and place
And within a web we may so place
Yet each thread is created anew to interweave
So too, with each thought we bear to conceive
Within these threads of creation and time
Behold the magic, the mystery, the wondrous divine.



Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York


Image: Flickr: Spiderweb, Ultra Sonic Photograpy.