Saturday, May 18, 2019

Joyous Awakening

A Saturday Morning in Tappan 

The sweet song of the song bird
Heard is the lilting grace
The rising sun
Felt is the splendor of light
The grass lush and new
Felt is the joy of Mother Earth
Flowers in opulent bloom
Be these the smiles of Creation
Such be the treasures of this presence
Embraced within the folds of the warming sun
And I a child of Aries
In a joyous awakening to BEING.


Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

This very day…



In my garden flowers in full bloom
With delight now they grace my dinning room
Such splendor and beauty to behold
This be one of Creation’s story told
Delicate petals of color and light
Gathered in loving praise and pure delight
Lush green leaves in majestic array
So be the gifts of Spring this very day.


Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

 Rhododendrons, CAR, Collectible Clicks, ©Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2019.


Friday, May 17, 2019

PHILOSOPHY... The POET...



A student of PHILOSOPHY…– the love of wisdom – and what is it that I was brought to more deeply appreciate, to be willing to be guided by, to embrace as an ideology… a WORD of letters, of sounding, of conceived meaning, each letter a part of the whole that calls for attention… and so, in presentation, each letter as it has come to define the calling truths of PHILOSOPHY… those of ancient times, those of Eastern thinkers, those of Western thinkers … be it that of…
     Passion
          Harmony

               Inspiration
                    Love
                        Omnipresence
                             Spirit
                                 Openness
                                      Praise 
                                          Honor
                                              Yielding… 

to heart, to soul, to BEING.

... what BE the guidance, the visions held by each philosopher that identifies with each calling letter of PHILOSOPHY...this the question that defines my inquiry, my exploration, and the quest that prevails.

With the full splendor of SPRING... green in lush array... I found myself called to what it is that brings Nature to manifest its beauty... is there a PHILOSOPHY that Nature is meant to guide us to? And so I took to the WORD... its revelation delicate, powerful, embracing, indeed TRUTH calling!! 

...the POET... the PHILOSOPHER .... The commonality be the letters, P...O..E... within the two. Yes, each in response to Passion, to Omnipresence, to Exchange..., the T... be it known by the POET, and yet to be found by the PHILOSOPHER?? And when a POET,  and when a PHILOSOPHER,  or a student of PHILOSOPHY .... is it not TRUTH that is sought? 

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate ~ Orangetown, New York
Founder/Director
APOGEE Paradigm™


Thursday, May 9, 2019

Ready for rooftops...




Prince Harry presenting 

I N V I C T U S
G A M E S

THE HAGUE, NETHERLANDS - MAY 09: Prince Harry, Duke of Sussex visits Sportcampus Zuiderpark as part of a programme of events to mark the official launch of the Invictus Games The Hague 2020 on May 9, 2019 in The Hague, Netherlands.
 (Photo by Max Mumby/Indigo/Getty Images)

As I viewed the presentation, listened to the words of Prince Harry,  conveyed and referenced to, "INVICTUS," brought into clear focus was the theme of the presentation, and the heart behind the program offerings . Touched for a myriad of reasons, I came to shed a tear of gratitude and an embracing joy. INVICTUS is a poem that for several decades has been an inspiration to me, and when shared with students of the APOGEE Paradigm™, has been equally impressive and inspiring. It is a poem penned by William Ernest Henley, 1849-1903, in response to his knowing spirit beyond pain and loss.

As you read Henley's words, as you view the presentation, feel the strength, the power, the spirit, the faith, that INVICTUS brings to BEING.
INVICTUS
BY WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul. 
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed. 
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid. 
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul. 
Respectfully,
Rose Marie Raccioppi
Founder/Director
APOGEE Paradigm™

And so I implore...WHO...

W H O

Who heeds the words of this poet
Who listens to these echoes of heart
Who feels the yearnings and the fire
Who sees the vision held clear

Is it the wind that whispers its own song
Is it the sun that warms and nourishes
Is it the moon that sheds its light
Is it the star that guides our way
Is it the seeker that searches for meaning
Is it the stranger who extends a hand
Is it the child who gives a knowing smile
Is it the heart in its pulsing quest
Is it the soul in its moment of call
Is it God in all present grace

Who heeds the words of this poet
Who listens to these echoes of heart
Who feels the yearnings and the fire
Who sees the vision held clear.


Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York



The Word complete
A single letter it be
You claim it as your own
As, too, to others it be known
Followed by two letters, and all is told
'Tis You and the Creator, each to behold.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Founder/Director

APOGEE Paradigm™


I and I AM...



BE it so...an early evening in reflection...
The Word complete
A single letter it be
You claim it as your own
As, too, to others it be known
Followed by two letters, and all is told
'Tis You and the Creator, each to behold.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Founder/Director
APOGEE Paradigm™



Tuesday, May 7, 2019

When SPRING bears its gift





When SPRING bears its gift, a sweet sigh

Blessings of Creation, rooted, in bloom set free
So too, each life on its destined journey

Through each season of change

Sing in PRAISE and GLORY
For within our hearts, within our souls, a sacred story.


Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

SPRING bears its gift, photos: CAR, Collectible Clicks, 
©Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2019.

Thursday, May 2, 2019

Two Of My Favorite Things...



Green Frog... a Prince within heart
Butterfly ... with beauty and grace ne'er depart
These are two of my favorite things...


Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

I have a collection of hand carved crystal/gem stone frogs. When 5 years of age, my Godmother read the tale of The Frog Prince.. being told that LOVE expressed and the affection of a kiss transformed the Frog back to the Prince he was meant to be... the Frog became the call for LOVE and TRNSFORMATION... A theme that is ever held in heart with loving JOY.


Too, as a young girl, I was a butterfly in a school play about Spring... yes, in flight was the spirit, beautifully delicate, magically colorful, divinely in deliverance.
My Favorite Things...
Richard Rogers
Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens
Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens
Brown paper packages tied up with strings
These are a few of my favorite things


Cream-colored ponies and crisp apple strudels
Doorbells and sleigh bells and schnitzel with noodles
Wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings
These are a few of my favorite things

Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes
Snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes
Silver white winters that melt into springs
These are a few of my favorite things

When the dog bites, when the bee stings
When I'm feeling sad
I simply remember my favorite things
And then I don't feel so bad

Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens
Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens
Brown paper packages tied up with strings
These are a few of my favorite things

Cream-colored ponies and crisp apple strudels
Doorbells and sleigh bells and schnitzel with noodles
Wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings
These are a few of my favorite things

Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes
Snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes
Silver white winters that melt into springs
These are a few of my favorite things

When the dog bites, when the bee stings
When I'm feeling sad
I simply remember my favorite things
And then I don't feel so bad.