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EXTRA ~ EXTRA ~ Pleased to announce that I will be honored, and a Proclamation issued commemorating my 10th Year Anniversary as POET LAUREATE, Orangetown, New York. This scheduled to begin at 7:00 PM... first on the agenda, at the Town Board Meeting, Orangetown NY Town Hall, on April 13, 2021. A reading by Town Supervisor, Teresa M. Kenny. 

"Orangetown We Hail," a poem in tribute to the history of Orangetown will be in presentation.

Orangetown We Hail

A vision held within each heart
From which a righteous quest had its start
Freedom's plea with words defined
Orangetown Resolutions, July 4, 1774 were signed
The Declaration of Independence to follow its path
Man to be beyond oppression, domination and wrath
Major Andre, Benedict Arnold conspiracy and travail
Be it Truth and Justice ever to prevail
Washington-Carleton papers in 1783 signed and sealed
The heart and pulse of freedom in words revealed
And so declared a nation new to soar
A seventeen gun salute at Snedens shore
Snedens Landing in memorial be
A beacon holding fast Freedom's decree
Rich lands for labor and toil
Bounty and abundance from land and soil
Enterprise, invention, production to serve need and desire
Each vision alight with Freedom's flame and fire
And with freedom's defense and call anew
Be there World War II
From Camp Shanks soldiers to foreign shores they be
Hold they dear the protected right to live Free
Change during years past and present to prevail
Orangetown, Rich in History, we with heart hail.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

Yanni - ”Nightingale”… The “Tribute” Concerts!...

Nightingale

Oh, sweet sounds thy Nightingale

Upon my soul this night I hail

And I in reverie and charm delight

Embraced by this sonorous night

Light lilting waves of love so real

All within my heart to feel

In this rapture now be heard

The music of the night songbird.

Rose Marie Raccioppi 

Poet Laureate 

Orangetown, New York

Peeking Green ~ 2021

This has been a WINTER to its name here in New York and New Jersey. Today, with yet mounds of snow from the last snowstorm, hints of the SPRING to come are joyfully present. Melting snow, peeking green of blooms, brilliant clear sky, the touch of the warming sun, all within the embrace of quietude and this season's cycle of change... so BE the Glory of Creation.

Peeking Green

The days of March yet young

A bit of time for Winter's season done

Peeking green through melted snow

Winds of winter in gentle whispers yet blow

A sounding serenade through barren branches heard

And the coveted song of a nesting songbird

The crisp leaves of Fall's season yet found

With broken twigs upon this awaiting ground

Driving be the rains upon emergent buds of green

Winter giving over to Spring in this moment seen

Felt is the quiver of ground below my feet

Pulsing be Mother Earth as Spring she greets.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

Photos: Peeking Green, KK. ©Collectible Clicks, 

Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2021.

Thank You KK for capturing blooms awakening 

to the light and joy of SPRING.

In acknowledgment of International Women's Day ~ On Being a WOMAN.

On Being a WOMAN

                                Holding to the....... Wonder

                                Aware of the.......... Omnipresent

                                Feeling the............ Marvel

                                Living the.............. Aspiration

                                Fulfilling .............. Need

Words to define what it is to be a woman

Come from the special meaning of who we are

With grace we receive and provide the ultimate giving

With love we nurture

With question we pursue

With pain we give birth and revel in its miracle

With persistence we provide

We are blessed to be

The receiver and giver of life.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

Reve de printemps - A Dream of Spring, William Bouguereau, 1825-1905, 1901.

On Being A Woman, Selected Poem, The Wind and the Willow by Rose Marie Raccioppi, Publish America | https://www.amazon.com/Wind-Willow-Rose.../dp/B004XJ4I8E

This Window of My Mind

And so it is asked... and so it comes to pass ... 

as she stands before the open window...

This Window of My Mind

this window of my mind

by what light do I see

by what impressions am I moved

by what perceptions am I led

this window of my mind

by what shadows am I reflected

by what doubts am I haunted

by what fears am I consumed

this window of my mind

by what grace am I blessed

by what wisdom am I guided

by what love am I known

this window of my mind

by what destiny am I called

by what purpose am I defined

by what faith am I strengthened

this window of my mind

be there the love of God

be there the gift of children

be there the bounty of nature

this window of my mind

be there gratitude for this gift of life

be there a NOW of grace

be there ever the blessed light of PRESENCE.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

Moment by moment by moment...

 

A week of telephone calls… a week of messages… I listen, I hear, I reflect, I respond. I am told in tones of despair, in echoes of lament...  

moment by moment by moment … 

        the drawer is stuck
        the door is jammed
        the key does not fit
        the code is wrong
        the flow is blocked

what be this...

            a frustration
            a perceived impasse
            a consciousness
            a sense of helplessness
            a sigh
            a pause 
            a confront
            a determination
            a vision 
            an accord
            an awakening
            a doing
            a knowing
            a having
            a BEING
            a stream of consciousness
            an alignment 
            a resolve
            breath simply newly free
            and so…
            the balance
            the revelation
            the exchange 
            the ascension 
            the truth
            the harmony
            the receiving… the letting go… the giving 

a release, a deep realization, a transcendence, a perception newly conceived... I am told in tones of deliverance, in echoes of salvation, in truths held.

Rose Marie Raccioppi, MS FABI

Consultation 

APOGEE Paradigm™

Poet Laureate

Quest onto SELF

Work of Art: 

Profile of Time, 1977-1984, Salvador Dalí

Heart Prayer

Valentine's Day 2021

Pulsing pulsing be this heart

First breath and life bears its earthly start

Heart prayer, an inner light, a flame

Passion, faith and truth in glory name

The call to self and another true

The blessings of devotion on to you

Abiding love within each heart a questing fair

To embrace another with love's tender care

Love to ever find its blessed sacred way

This moment, this hour, this very day.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

Heart Prayer, APOGEE Vibrational Art, The Sounding Light Collection, 

©Rose Marie Raccioppi.

"The popular customs associated with Saint Valentine's Day undoubtedly had their origin in a conventional belief generally received in England and France during the Middle Ages, that on 14 February, i.e. half way through the second month of the year, the birds began to pair. Thus in Chaucer's Parliament of Foules we read:

For this was sent on Seynt Valentyne's day

Whan every foul cometh ther to choose his mate.

For this reason the day was looked upon as specially consecrated to lovers and as a proper occasion for writing love letters and sending lovers' tokens."

From: http://www.newadvent.org/cathen/15254a.htm