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.

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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..

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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:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F0Q6fFmCG

..to say...or not to say...

 

...to 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 ...

"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.

~Rose Marie Raccioppi

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

By PROCLAMATION 2011-2022

"It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves."

~William Shakespeare

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The ROSE

 

The ROSE

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

APOGEE Poet

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

Photo: The ROSE, CAR, Collectible Clicks,

©Rose Marie Raccioppi

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THE CALL

 

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.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

APOGEE Poet

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

Image:

THOTH ~ The Four Sounding Chambers of the Heart ~ The Alchemic Quest

https://apogeeacutone.blogspot.com/2013/04/thoth-four-sounding-chambers-of-heart.html

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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,

Mom

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