Saturday, August 13, 2022

Let us be the troubadours of divine deliverance...the WORD of GOD ~ Counsel of Old


To all who visit...

Let us be among those who have chosen to celebrate the ultimate beauty of bonding across differences, across the false separation of humankind, the animal kingdom, and the grace of Nature. We are to hold to a consciousness that brings us to be ONE in love and glory. ONE with the knowing of GOD. Let us bond in gratitude with the waters, the vegetation, the growing life upon Earth that provides food, shelter, clothing. Let us honor and protect the air we breathe, the Earth we walk, the vast vistas of the firmament, and the TRUTH we behold in heart, in soul, in light, in breath, in BEING.

Let us pray, let us act, let us be the troubadours of divine deliverance...the WORD of GOD.

Counsel of Old

The poet and the bard with word and song did convey
To kings and rulers the heartfelt messages of the day
Counsel given in rhyme, gestures telling they be
To alert the kingdom of tales from across the sea
Jesters and jokers with wit would wisely advise
To be aware of those that mask and veil deceit and lies
Be it well that such wisdom of counsel shall be heard
For from their knowing hearts came echoes of THE WORD
Visions to be shared and truth ever to be sought
These the trappings that bards and jesters have brought
Be well advised that this counsel of old
Has a present day story yet to be told
Those with deliberate agendas of deception and demise
Seek not the counsel of the poetic nor of the wise
The artistry of THE WORD in its truth shall ever prevail
For it is beauty and truth that the noble and wise rightly hail
A poet of modern times in rhyme I choose to pen the word
May your counsel of heart too, be known and ever heard.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

Image: The Lute Player, Theodoor Rombouts, 1597-1637.


Friday, August 12, 2022

Fires of SOUL...The PRESENCE

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
The presence of GOD blessed within
Absolved I BE of all false sin
And I in grace and gratitude sublime
Savor the spirit, the SOUL held mine.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

Fires of Soul ~ Alchemic Flames, APOGEE Vibrational Art,
The Sounding Light Collection, ©Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2022..


Monday, August 8, 2022

Estas Tonne || The Winds Will Bring You Home

I,  one of many who are blessed by Estas Tonne's supernal playing, and his BEING of Grace. I listen, I view his expressive commune, and the call to S E L F prevails... that knowing of Spirit ~ Exchange ~ Love ~ Freedom. 

Listen I, and H O M E be the embrace of Harmonies, Omnipresence, Manifest, Eternal... Yes, there is yet that dream to be realized... and that I would play my poetry on the guitar ... the guitar to present the soul of my words, and I with words the heart, the breath of BEING. 

W I N D S... live I the Wondrous, the IAM, the Nurturance, the Divinity, the Spirit ... the calling silent, resounding, whispering, haunting, wild, tamed, gentle, impassioned.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

For you to ENJOY:

Sunday, August 7, 2022 say...or not to say... say, or not to say...

He said, she said, misunderstandings, conflicts, arguments, judgments, I meant this, But you said this, You don't hear me... and the drama goes on and on and on... and so I petition YOU, to listen not only with your ears, but with your heart, past the assumptions, past the conclusions without the impending retaliations, see the resolve that beckons to be known, allow TRUTH its dominion.

"Words are things, and a small drop of ink
falling like dew upon a thought
produces that which makes
thousands, perhaps millions, think."
~Lord Byron, 1788-1824

Words, those markers of thought, sounding within us, hanker for expression. Words, those marks upon paper, our own or that of another find their meaning within us. A poem, its meter, its rhythm, its rhyme, its structure, its pulse, calls for our attentive consideration. Within the words, the line, the totality of a poem, we to find meaning, inspiration, an accord, a resolve and yes, another question.

Language provides an echo - it is not the original - words are representations, symbols, utterances, that the inner spirit longs to be known - to self - to others and to the ultimate SELF. As a poet, language echoes my heart's lament, my soul's joy and my spirit's quest to soar, echoes holding to praise and gratitude, a sounding sense of purpose.
~Rose Marie Raccioppi

...and so I appeal... Imagine the engagement of heart, soul, spirit in words of praise, in words of reflection, in words of sacred creed. Imagine "know thyself" a pursuit of love, of faith, of spirit, of GOD. The more I read Shakespeare, the more I realize that in a poet's heart is ever the search for understanding, beauty and purpose. If we are open to explore the poet's pondering of heart, we will hear the questing echoes of soul. And so in joy, I plea...

Shakespeare Be my Brother..

Shakespeare be my brother this very night
As words free and in frolic take flight
Words of anguish, fear and pain
Words of illusion and the inane
Words to claim my longings and desire
Words to breathe these thoughts of fire
For words within the mind conceived
Create the world for us perceived
Recorded in prose, poetry and rhyme
To give purpose to life's gift of time
Words to serve intent and pleasure
Held in journals as one's life treasure
Words of moments present, moments past
And within a recorded history cast
Of all the words I in quest to heed
Silent utterances of TRUTH and sacred creed.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York
"It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves."
~William Shakespeare


Wednesday, July 27, 2022




Behold the light of a thousand flames
It the pulsing of the HEART
Behold the light of truth and justice
It the SUN that warms and nourishes
Behold the light that waxes and wanes
It the MOON in reflections of a journey
Behold the light of the ever-present spirit
It the brilliance of each STAR
Behold the light of luxuriant petals and piercing thorns
It the passion, the bloom, the knowing of the ROSE.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

Photo: The ROSE, CAR, Collectible Clicks,
©Rose Marie Raccioppi


Saturday, July 23, 2022



each tear the call to PRESENCE divine
the flowing, the release of heart to mind
a calling libation upon my face in tears there be
and I in tidal waves ONE with the sea
turbulent and calm as too, the tide
from moods and tempers I not hide
heed well I the beckoning of soul
the held vision, the quest, the goal
the tears, the grace, of waters within
wash away the dissonance, the din
heed I this heart to be heard
its chambers echo, echo, God's WORD.


Sunday, July 10, 2022

The Blessings of a Son


A calling, a destiny, lovingly divine

An endowment of truth of structure, of form, of line

A vision, a knowing from depths of soul and heart

From which you ne'er depart

Beauty in its supernal expression and grace

With hand upon clay you do place

Know I thy will is done 

You in fulfillment my son 

This your day of birth ever new

Behold I the divinity that is YOU.

Happy Birthday Dear Christopher

July 10, 2022

Ever with love,