Sunday, July 22, 2018

The trees that once were...


I have oak floors throughout my home… 
...they are finished only with walnut oil… 

The trees that once were...
I walk barefoot in gratitude upon the trees that once were 
that now in planks of beauty support each step I take 
yes, I feel the power, the life, 
the giving, of each oak plank below my feet 
I hear the winds in silence 
that embraced each bough, branch and leaf 
through the seasons of time
in silence I hear 
in stillness I walk 
in BEING, I AM
upon the trees that once were.


Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York



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Photo: ©RMR, Collectible Clicks, Trees that once were, 2018.


Wednesday, July 18, 2018

Calling be the ~ W I N G S...



Calling be the ~ W I N G S...
                    In the Wondrous emergent
                         In the I AM that is
                              In the Nurturance of beauty
                                   In the
Grace of creation
                                        In the
Spirit of being...

Blessed be the gifts...
Rose Marie Raccioppi 
Thank You to Bob Jessen... Photo by Rick Bunting, Nature Photographer Extraordinaire.



Saturday, July 7, 2018

...and so it is... Roses in bloom...


And so it is...

In a vase so beautifully they now stand 
Such be this gift of the Creator’s hand
Petals in bloom open to the light they be
The passion of a Red Rose beckons one to see
The beauty that unfolds in such resplendent array
Sweet, sweet be the savor of spirit brought our way.


Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

Painting on wall: Frames of Mind, Opus 9, Watercolor, 2006, 
Conceptual Art, www.apogeeart.com


A Dozen ROSES...


A Dozen ROSES gifted to me...

A dozen Roses in splendor they be
Such beauty of bloom graced onto thee
The majestic in petals of passion's embrace
The beauty, the magic, within heart I place.


Thank You Dear  Esther Dederichs.


And so it is...

In a vase so beautifully they now stand 
Such be this gift of the Creator’s hand
Petals in bloom open to the light they be
The passion of a Red Rose beckons one to see
The beauty that unfolds in such resplendent array
Sweet, sweet be the savor of spirit brought our way.


Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York


Sunday, July 1, 2018

THE WAY...


clay and stone 
structure and form  
stability and grace
the way of the sculptor

colors in revelation 
lines in expression 
strokes that summon the spirit
the way of the artist

echoes of heart
the calling of soul
word as the spirit of BEING
the way of the poet.

silence and sound
thought and mood
passion and pulsing 
the way of the SELF.


Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Oranetown, New York


W I T H I N they BE...


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


Dreams Enfold, APOGEE Vibrational Art, ©Rose Marie Raccioppi, www.thesoundinglight.blogspot.com


Friday, June 29, 2018

Thursday, June 14, 2018

Simply a pause... outside the local Whole Foods...



the tall grass in flutter be
as too, the leaves of the maple tree
sweet sounding of the warm soft wind I hear
and too, the song bird song lyrical and clear 
the bright warming sun upon my face
and I in this moment's grace
sky lambent a wondrous blue
the all of creation to embrace you 
the NOW in each breath known
creation's glory so lovingly shown.



Rose Marie Raccioppi 
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York


Monday, June 4, 2018

Simply at the Twilight Hour...



Twilight Hour

under my feet the grass so lush and green
feel I a gentle quiver 
be this the very breath of creation
a silent yet resounding PRESENCE
the twilight hour
the horizon in tones of magenta
a momentary magic 
strokes of gray
the day so willingly surrenders
the day so willingly surrenders.


Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetiwn, New York


Saturday, June 2, 2018

George Gershwin - Rhapsody in Blue - Leonard Bernstein, New York Philhar...



Feel the pulse, the drama, the visions, the echoes of NYC 
in a canvas of sounding rapture...
Rhapsody in Blue  
The Sounding City

The hum of cars, sounding horns
Tongues of many languages
Bright lights, fancy clothes
Saturday nights in memory
This Manhattan reverie
Rhapsody in Blue

The sound of feet on tenement steps
The radio heard from next door
This and eternal moments more
Rhapsody in Blue

The running of numbers
The shoe shine stand
Police car sirens
Dancehall music
Yes, New York City 
Be it in reflections ever grand
Rhapsody in Blue

A vision beyond the alley window
Beyond what the street life demands
Rhapsody in Blue.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York


YES, this the early years growing up in New York City... 
Manhattan streets sounding ...




Thursday, May 31, 2018

In the Garden


In the garden...
blooms in such winsome array
holding to the light of the dawning day
folds of color in majestic glory
be this, be this, Creation's story
beauty to behold in blooms divine
be this the gift of the NOW of time
in the garden heed I a beckoning call
celebrate, celebrate, the NOW of ALL.


Rose Marie Raccioppi 
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York


Photo: In the Garden, Collectible Clicks, ©Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2018.


Wednesday, May 30, 2018

Watchfires, Memorial Day, 2018


And so they burn… WATCHFIRES

“Since 1987, Rockland County’s Vietnam Veterans have come together to build such fires according to the military regulations and specifications of the 1700’s.

* Watchfires are built every year on May 30th, the traditional Memorial Day. They are lit at midnight and burn until dawn on Memorial Day, then refueled at dark and burn til midnight again. Veterans stand watch, changing shifts through the night, and day, and night, as they had a generation ago.”

—Vietnam Veterans of America, Rockland County’s Chapter

Pictured here, on the sidelines of this photo, is the: 
MONUMENT MARKS 70TH ANNIVERSARY OF CAMP SHANKS, WW II BASE LOCATED IN ROCKLAND COUNTY...

The inscription on the monument is the heartfelt poetic tribute to OUR VETERANS by Rose Marie Raccioppi, Poet Laureate, Orangetown, New York.

To Honor Those Who Lived a Cause

Flowers and flags in devoted array
A loving tribute in homage this day
To honor those who lived a cause
This moment, this day, and so a pause
Hearts and souls in valor known
Right Intention and devotion shown
Battlefields of victory and plight
Through all beheld freedom’s light
Answered they did to liberty’s plea
That freedom be held for a you, a me
Sons and daughters, husbands and wives
Children of purpose have given their lives
The breath of freedom an endowment divine
Bequeathed to life yours, life mine
With valor and sacrifice they gave
And embraced the call yet to be brave
In memorial and reverence gather we
For held be the right that we live free
Memory of each life gone never to fade
Live we life’s blessings for sacrifice made.


EVER SHALL WE REMEMBER … with a special dedication to Jerry Donnellan for his vision made real…

http://apogeepoet.blogspot.com/2013/07/new-monument-marks-70th-anniversary-of_8.html

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Monday, May 28, 2018

Memorial Day 2018



...and why a poet this day in Memorial Tribute...
…a day of reverence, respect, a salute...
a quiet certainty… words that call to the silence
words that pulse the heart
praise be an expressive joy
an embracing gratitude
ascension
the rising of spirit 
the glory, the glory of the WORD in Memorial Tribute

beyond lament there is love
beyond shadow there is light
beyond despair there is divinity
beyond dismay there is beauty
beyond death there is eternal life

Be this the freedoms cherished
The lives in valor dedicated
The sons, the daughters, in service 
The visions held for freedom
The loss of limb, of life
The willingness to confront
The heart held resolve
The heart held resolve
Its ever present pulsing quest
Humankind to live in liberation
To be freed of domination
To be freed of oppression
To be SELF in expression

This the silent yet resounding pledge
This the rising in defense
This the Veteran in knowing sacrifice 

'Tis the vision of freedom and valor within souls we hail
Homage, gratitude to Our Veterans ever, ever, to prevail
And as we look to vistas far and the heavens above
Our Veterans in the embrace, in the embrace of God’s love.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York




Friday, May 18, 2018

In Reflection... Nebula


In Reflection...
To send light into the darkness of men's hearts - such is the duty of the artist.
Robert Schumann
Composer
1810 - 1856

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.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York


The Blue Horsehead Nebula in Infrared 
Image Credit: WISE, IRSA, NASA; Processing & Copyright :
Francesco Antonucci