Saturday, January 15, 2022

In time of call, in time of need

 




In time of call, in time of need

And to another I with heart to give
My WILL of life to love and live
'Tis only what I in heart command
Be known to another as a helping hand
FAITH, GRACE, WILL and the NOW known
Light bearing SELF be ever shown

In time of call, in time of need.


Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

Study of hands, Silverpoint and white highlights on pink prepared paper,
 c. 1474,  Leonardo Da Vinci, 1452 - 1519.

~

Tuesday, January 11, 2022

Life, BEING and the Sea




within a sea of emotions cresting real
waves of pain, of joy beyond conceal
this day marked with tides gone by
a pause, a reflection, a deep deep sigh
confusion and dismay
be news brought our way
passions and longings to assail
a vision of resolve, and change we to hail
beyond the shadows cast our light be known
by the love and mercy our hearts have shown
there is a rhythm within Earth divine
and so too, of BEING, yours and mine
this ebb and flow, the constant there be
this of Life, BEING and the Sea
we hold to the call, the sea cresting within
and hushed be the discordant, this raucous din.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

Photo Credit: John Raheb 


Saturday, January 1, 2022

On the 8th Day of Christmas ...



On the 8th Day of Christmas...

Traditionally on this day New Year gifts, tokens and well wishes were extended.

Milkmaids and milk remind us of simple daily gifts tied to homestead - Pasture grass turned into daily work, nourishment by the glass, pat of butter, wheel of cheese or community of friends. 




On the 8th day of Christmas my true love sent to me

Eight maids a-milking for all to see
The giving and the receiving there be
Beatitudes of eight, the sharing this day
For the generous of heart 'tis the chosen way
The 8th day of Christmas and so it be heard
The Sermon on the Mount in glory His WORD.

Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York 

Matthew 5:3-10.
Blessed are the poor in spirit,
for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.
Blessed are they who mourn,
for they shall be comforted.
Blessed are the meek,
for they shall inherit the earth.
Blessed are they who hunger and thirst for righteousness,
for they shall be satisfied.
Blessed are the merciful,
for they shall obtain mercy.
Blessed are the pure of heart,
for they shall see God.
Blessed are the peacemakers,
for they shall be called children of God.
Blessed are they who are persecuted for the sake of righteousness,
for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.

And so it has come to be known. 


~


Sunday, December 19, 2021

With Each Breath New

 



With Each Breath New
I AM the light of the dawning day
the gentle call of the wind
the sweet song bird song
the moon that calls to the tides
the sun that touches a bloom
the soaring eagle that rises above the storm
I AM the light of the dawning day
the star that shines ever so brightly
the rain that in libation gives its gift
the thunder that sounds the spirit of change
the butterfly that holds to such delicate beauty
the rose with petals softly velvet and piercing thorns
I AM the light of the dawning day
the beauty and the prowess of the white tiger
the birth child of ARIES
the silence that resounds
the secrets in revelation
the grace and dominion of intention 
I AM the light of the dawning day with each breath new.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York 

In Dedication, In Gratitude to Esther Dederichs

~ when proclaimed anew a gift onto SELF be known ~ 



Monday, December 13, 2021

A calling... a response anew ~ WISDOM OF ALL




“I decided that it was not wisdom that enabled poets to write their poetry, but a kind of instinct or inspiration, such as you find in seers and prophets who deliver all their sublime messages without knowing in the least what they mean.” 
~ Socrates

Indeed so… 

I, a POET, moved I BE by Passion, Omnipresence, Exchange, Truth... as it calls and calls for expression... know not I its intended revelations, except by reflection and the beckoning of its cadence call . 

When in the midst of concerns regarding the education of our children, words emergent, called to my heart... and little did I know in the embrace of these emergent words that they would be an ongoing counsel for my role as an activist. This in 1988... and in 2021, was awarded by the New York State Assembly, " A Woman of Distinction" designation for leadership in educational reform, community outreach on behalf of those deemed dyslexic, and for serving as the designated Poet Laureate, by Proclamation, of Orangetown, New York, 2021 marking a 10th Year Anniversary.

And so here these words shared anew…

Wisdom of All 

Oh how the mind conceives the thought
With restlessness your heart is wrought
For there is a just and kingly goal
Distant yet touching your crying soul
Be burdened not by task and deed
Lest you be lost to the greater creed
Inspired by self and the knowing within
Shall you pass the haunt, the doom of the din
Listen dear child to thy self sovereign and wise
Heed not to temptation, deception and lies
For it is the tear of joy that you shall weep
When the Promise you vow, you do keep
And when you reach and court the dream
With God's love stand thou supreme
Deception takes not your abiding soul
You have reached a kingly goal
As many may doubt and may berate
You shall prevail for love is thy fate
Guide the children, know their call
With God's tender love and wisdom of all.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York 

The words, "Wisdom of All," are of GUIDANCE, received in 1988 as I was preparing for the 'defense' of a teen who was not understood for his particular learning style and expressed artistry. It was indeed validating and assuring. It was a poem that was immediately held in memory and able to be recited without any further practice. It became the response of what IS ~ Inspired Spirit 

And so I LISTEN and ALL BE Heard... be this the deliverance of: 
Love ~ I AM ~ Spirit ~ Truth ~ Exchange ~ Nourishment, 
onto self, onto others.


With blessings,
Rose Marie Raccioppi
APOGEE Paradigm™
APOGEE Poet

Angel and Child, Relief Sculpture, Ellen Mary Rope, 1855-1934.


Sunday, November 14, 2021

In This Space of Time



In this space of time be it known
There are realms beyond what is shown
In this space of time need and visions to share
There are realms beyond all given care
In this space of time this moment present and each moment past
There are realms ever so near, ever so vast
In this space of time there is the SELF to be claimed
There are realms beyond those held and those so named
In this space of time haunts and echoes to be newly heard
There are realms of Presence and the Sacred Word
The sounding accord of harmonics within
Beyond the clamor, beyond the din
The accord of heart, soul and visions newly clear
This of Faith, of Love, of Presence, in banishment of fear. 

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York


Image: Eternal Clock II by Robbert van der Steeg on Flickr. New York

Wednesday, October 27, 2021

The Spoils of Rain and South Winds Yesternight



Rain and south winds yesternight
A sky of gray be the morning’s light 
Each fallen leaf laden with the falling rain
Their wind swept flight put to tame
A brimming blanket of leaves upon the ground
Quiet they lay, gone their rustling sound
Soft be this bedding of leaves from branch and bough
Winds of Autumn and rain holding to nature’s vow
Branches with leaves in the splendor of color some yet be 
Crimson, russet, orange, and gold donned by many a tree
Trees barren of leaves reach to the heaven’s above 
Past the winter to come, Spring anew,  blessings and love.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York 


Spoils of Rain, CAR, Collectible Clicks, ©Rose Marie Raccioppi.