Memorial Day ~ 2020

A Memorial Day Tribute ~ 2020

So be our prayers of love and praise this Memorial Day

For Our Veterans who have served in their own selfless way

’Tis the vision of freedoms and valor within souls that be

Known be our sons and daughters who have served from sea to sea

The cry of Freedom ever a blessed creed

Held by sacrifice, a vision, and noble deed

Each life that was, NOW lives in God’s embrace sublime

Ever blessed be their souls in soaring grace divine

To Freedoms’ Call hearts in praise be heard

And so the spoils of victory and liberation’s word

No words can explain the wages of war we do spend

But for the freedoms and rights we are to defend

Tears of lament and loss we do shed and share

Let us in heart know, in valor, souls soar high in God’s care

This gift of Life with vision blessed and bold

This the giving within each Veteran’s story told

Light beholden within our heart

From which love and freedom have their primordial start

Endured they battlefields of victory of plight

Through all held they freedom’s light

In homage to sons and daughters, husbands and wives

Hearts of purpose who have given their lives

Our dear ones who once filled our day

Their souls taken to another path, to the eternal way

Be there Peace, Brotherhood, Freedom, in God’s name

And to each Veteran our blessings and acclaim

Memorial Day in word, in song, in tribute, honor be heard

The glory, the blessings, the light of Freedom’s Word.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

TROVES of TIME... Treasures vaulted within this heart

TROVES of TIME... 

Moments of being, the troves of time

In reflection, thoughts as words line by line

Treasures vaulted within this heart

From which reverie has its start

Garlands of thought ever free

Gifts of life bequeathed onto me

Now and memories of days old

Mark this time, stories yet to be told

What pray tell am I to understand

The God within holds loving command

This moment born ever anew

Troves of time betrothed onto each of you

This moment to BE, and lovingly to share

Known be our hearts. and God's tender care.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

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"Mom beholden to the light..."

Respecting Wellness and the protection of 'isolation,' today's visit with my son, was I standing at the closed glass door. As I looked up to the light, standing behind the reflection cast upon the glass, my son took this picture of, "Mom beholden to the light." ...and so it IS...

look I to the sun above

creation in its unconditional love

upon bough, branch and leaf there be

light in reflected glory from the grace of Thee

splendor cast in shadow and light from afar

 the sun, a shimmer, a star.

~Rose Marie Raccioppi

“Once you have tasted flight, 

you will forever walk the earth 

with your eyes turned skyward, 

for there you have been, 

and there you will always long to return.”

~ Leonardo da Vinci

...the grace of God's WORD

On this day, the 1st of May 2020, Tappan, New York...

blooms laden with rain 
touched with the morning light
green in an array of hues and tones 
subtle, deep, and bright
the sound of waters 
from roof tops heard
the flutter of wings 
the grace of God's WORD.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

photo credit: Sue Nash

HONOR bestowed... National Poetry Month April 2020

HONOR bestowed...

In acknowledgment of this last day of April, National Poetry Month, a poem here dedicated to all. An Honorary Proclamation was conferred, dated 21st day of April 2020 to Rose Marie Raccioppi, Poet Laureate, Orangetown, New York, with Golden Seal and signature of Teresa M. Kenny, Supervisor and Rosanna Sfraga, Town Clerk. 

Socrates... beheld be the poet...

“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

This Poet's Pen

This poet's pen with plea in heart

From which words have their start

A tree, a blossom, a water's flow

These the gifts of grace the poet does know

The music, the wind, a songbird heard

The poet so touched and offers a word

The spirits of song, of dance, of music, of art

From the poet's pen ne'er shall they depart

The muse of all to entreat her pleasure

Words of musing, this poet's treasure.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

Sarcophagus of the Muses, detail: Socrates and a muse. From Rome. Marble, 150-160 BCE MA 475

Louvre, Departement des Antiquites Grecques/Romaines, Paris, France.

Pandemic 2020 ~ Daffodils at my door...

Loss, pain, confusion... Pandemic 2020, 

our prayers, our prayers, our prayers... 

daffodils at my door...

And so this moment in the 

PRESENCE of SPRING... 

In Tappan, New York. 

So sweet be the song bird song 

so vibrant be the golden yellow daffodils 

so gentle is the wind at my window 

so bright be the sun that lights the room 

so faithful be this heart 

so prayerful be this soul 

visioning, feeling 

the blessings onto self, onto others

let us this giving day pray 

in gratitude for lives tending lives 

for deliverance, for wellness 

for solace 

for PEACE 

for those who have passed to domains beyond life 

Our prayers Our prayers be they heard

Daffodils to trumpet God's WORD.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

Photo: Daffodils at my door, CAR, Collectible Clicks, ©Rose Marie Raccioppi.

~ HE HAS RISEN ~

Very early in the morning, 
they came unto the sepulchre, 
bringing the spices which they had prepared 
and they found not the body of the Lord Jesus.  

Luke 24:1,3

HE HAS RISEN

This BE in loving grace heard

And known was the TRUTH of HIS WORD

Peace, love and healing did HE bring

Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, let us sing

With unerring FAITH within our hearts HE to live

And to this our ardent devotion shall we give.

H A P P Y ~ E A S T E R

This day in Spiritual Communion

~

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

William-Adolphe Bouguereau, (1825-1905),
Le Saintes Femmes au Tombeau 

(The Holy Women at the Sepulcher) 

The Three Marys at the Tomb, Oil on Canvas, 1876.