Sunday, May 24, 2020

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

Friday, May 22, 2020

TROVES of TIME... Treasures vaulted within this heart


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.

Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

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Sunday, May 17, 2020

"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

Friday, May 1, 2020

...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

Thursday, April 30, 2020

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.

Sunday, April 19, 2020

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 
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.

Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

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

Sunday, April 12, 2020


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


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.