…the pleasure of the POET

Recently I was asked, “What do you feel when you read or hear a word.?”  I, in response: "Sounds, letters be they heard or silent, gather for their mission… to coney meaning to the NOW.” I look to the sounding vowels, the very spirit of the word, the song within  ready for release. I look to the sounding consonants, for the structure they provide, I look to the silent vowels, the silent consonants, for the support they offer. Yes, they present themselves as WORDS in Revelation …  holding to their mission of commune and call. Be this the pleasure of the POET. In repose, reflection, revelation, resolve...

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

Erato, Muse of Poetry, 1870, Sir Edward: Edward John Poynter, English 1836-1919. 

Classicist Painter.

Within the Mist

...within the mist… 

     the ever present emergence

           the grace of bloom 

                the nurturance 

                     the soaring 

                          this too, our flight to SELF …

                               to our own Spirit, 

                                    our own Evolution, 

                                         our own Love, 

                                              our own Freedom … 

our PRESENCE 💙 to 💙.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

Cosmic D A N C E

...the leaf touched by the chilling wind

     the snow that falls

          the bird song yet heard

               the chimes sounding... 

                    such be this Cosmic DANCE...

                                        the Deliverance

                                           the Ascension

                                              the Nurturance

                                                 the Creation

                                                    the Exchange...  

of breath and BEING. 

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

Image Credit: : hwbrycewrites:just-a-leaf.

And so it is… here in my kitchen...

And so it is… here in my kitchen...

The bounty of seed and bloom 
this of Thanksgiving grace

From farm, to home, to counter, 
to stove, to oven, to table to place

Such beauty Mother Nature 
does ever so lovingly conceive 

FOR A THANKSGIVING we in JOYFUL CELEBRATION 

blessedly receive.

Gratitude it is…

Ever with love…

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Photo: Here in my kitchen, CAR, Collectible Clicks ©Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2019.

...and so I ponder...

A leaf, a gem, a crystal, a mineral... and so I ponder...

Could leaves be the very messengers that speak the language of rubies, emeralds, jade, citrine, peridot, tourmaline, malachite? 

These among the myriad of gems of Creation... 

All Above All Below... 
each leaf, each tree, to feed the Earth, 
to transform the Light into crowning jewels. 

A leaf, a gem, a crystal, a mineral... and so I ponder...

As I step into my garden I to greet

The sounding feel of leaves below my feet

From that mighty Oak tree ever strong and tall

This blanket of fallen leaves, gift of Fall

Amber, red, orange and colors of gold

Trees of Birch, Dogwood, mark time and a story told

Leaves alight and with winds do flee

Season of change this be Fall's decree

Warming sun, touched by the morning air

November's gift this hour, sky so blue so fair

These gems of trees in colors bright

Behold the benediction of Creation's light

And so the leaves in time, a blessed alchemy

Mother Earth delivers anew gems of light to be.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

Photo: Collectible Clicks, Rose Marie Raccioppi, Credit: Bruno Monginoux.

Veterans Day Tribute 2019...

Words delivered In tribute this Veterans Day, 2019

The gifts of LIFE with vision blessed and bold

This the giving within each Veteran's story told

Loyalty, dedication, ascending care be they known

This in valor by our sons and daughters shown

Courage to hold to freedom's call and light

In perseverance the challenge be it day or night

Fortitude, strength, imbued with heart's noble call

Sacrifices of body, limb, in this a growing toll

And when returned to home's welcomed shore and land

Let us in caring response put support in command

It is resolve that humanity calls to be known

Within the grasps of faith, love and TRUTH be shown

The dream yet dreamed shall unfold

And PEACE to be our story told

This gift of knowing to mark the rising way

And we in tribute give honor to our Veterans this very day.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

Indeed a heart touching gathering of community in honor and in gratitude for 

OUR VETERANS, Tappan, New York

As Poet Laureate, Orangetown, New York, I delivered these words ... ever with respect, ever with love, ever in praise... They shall be framed and are to be hung in the Community Room, of HOMES FOR HEROES, Tappan, New York. In commemoration of, "ORANGETOWN HOLIDAY FOR HEROES," Celebration and Brunch.

In the Embrace of the Warming Sun

The offerings of this day onto thee
Brilliant be the sun on the towering tree
Gems of color in glorious array to behold
Crimson, gold, russet, Autumn’s story told 
Birds in flight, their sweet song now be heard
Known be Creation’s Love, Creation’s WORD
Fluttering leaves to blanket the ground
As above, so below, gifts of grace be they found.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

...and this outside my window...