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.