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.


Monday, October 4, 2021

The Wind and The Willow ~ What be these whispers in silence heard




The Wind and The Willow

what be these whispers in silence heard
be it the wind in its echoing grace
be it what pulses in heart’s place
be it of the wind and the willow in whispers divine
be it of the breath that awakens this soul mine.

what be these whispers in silence heard
be it the sounding of waters and flow
be it the calling of what one is to know 
be it the beckoning of the MUSE within
be it the knowing peace beyond the din 

what be these whispers in silence heard
be it the quest that reaches for purpose and time 
be it the need to awaken and revere the divine
be it the felt thirst for understanding and love
be it the blessed lure of earth and the heavens above 

what be these whispers in silence heard
be it the gentle quiver of a bloom anew
be it the touch upon flower of the morning dew
be it the grace of a giving soul
be it the taunts of an unfulfilled goal

what be these whispers in silence heard
be it the Self, Spirit, BEING, as grace
be it what is to be held in heart’s place 
be it the peace that longs to be known
be it the beauty that truth has shown.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York 

THE WIND AND THE WILLOW, Rose Marie Raccioppi, Publish America, 2008. 


Saturday, October 2, 2021

Reflected moments... At this evening hour in Tappan, New York

 


the rising and now the setting of this day's sun
our tasks, our deeds, be they the work done
and when we pause in reverie's embrace
each blessing to hold to its sacred place
tell we another the events of the day
how we have come to define,  THE WAY
precious be reflected moments to share
know we the glory of God's loving care.


Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York


Photo: Courtesy use: Google search.


#sunset
#reverie

Thursday, September 30, 2021

..and so it is… a September Day... Nature's Vow




mountain side fields of green there be
on river banks as waters flow to the ocean to the sea
from Spring to Winter be there ever seen
budding and seasoned leaves of green
green leaves now turning to an alchemic gold
the tales of Fall be the NOW of a story told
dew touched green greets the dawn
the harvest from nature's bounty drawn
in heights that soar a tree does stand
the splendor of green in sublime command
shades and hues now gold upon branch and bough
the grace of green, the grace of change, 'tis nature's vow.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

Nature's Vow, Photo, CAR, Collectible Clicks, 
©Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2011 ~ 2021.


Tuesday, September 28, 2021

... each leaf… "...something of the marvelous."




A leaf that I have had from seasons ago... pressed in a book, in honor of a beautiful Fall outing... its 'veins' reminding me of the life forces within each of us. 

In all things of nature,
there is something of the marvelous.
~ Aristotle


... each leaf…

touches of color brilliant and bold
the glory of a season be it now told
veins of life in majestic flow
the heart of SELF the leaf does know
each leaf holds within its creation divine
the breath of life lovingly sublime
known be this eternal quest and fire
life in all its beauty and expressive desire.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York



Saturday, September 25, 2021

This Saturday, a New York September Day


 

The light of a bright moon in the early hours of the day
The dawning and the rising sun, time itself at play 
Leaves in captivating colors of crimson and gold
The season of Fall in glory its tale be now told
The chirping of birds, perched, and in soaring flight
Such be the blessings of this noon day light 
A deep sigh and a loving peace be known anew
This our BEING, the grace of GOD in blessings onto you. 


Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York


Photo: Rustling Leaves, CAR, Collectible Clicks, ©Rose Marie Raccioppi.