In time of call, in time of need

 

In time of call, in time of need

And to another I with heart to give

My WILL of life to love and live

'Tis only what I in heart command

Be known to another as a helping hand

FAITH, GRACE, WILL and the NOW known

Light bearing SELF be ever shown

In time of call, in time of need.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

Study of hands, Silverpoint and white highlights on pink prepared paper,

 c. 1474,  Leonardo Da Vinci, 1452 - 1519.

~

Life, BEING and the Sea

within a sea of emotions cresting real

waves of pain, of joy beyond conceal

this day marked with tides gone by

a pause, a reflection, a deep deep sigh

confusion and dismay

be news brought our way

passions and longings to assail

a vision of resolve, and change we to hail

beyond the shadows cast our light be known

by the love and mercy our hearts have shown

there is a rhythm within Earth divine

and so too, of BEING, yours and mine

this ebb and flow, the constant there be

this of Life, BEING and the Sea

we hold to the call, the sea cresting within

and hushed be the discordant, this raucous din.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

Photo Credit: John Raheb 

On the 8th Day of Christmas ...

On the 8th Day of Christmas...

Traditionally on this day New Year gifts, tokens and well wishes were extended.

Milkmaids and milk remind us of simple daily gifts tied to homestead - Pasture grass turned into daily work, nourishment by the glass, pat of butter, wheel of cheese or community of friends. 

~ The Heirloom Gardener - John Forti

On the 8th day of Christmas my true love sent to me

Eight maids a-milking for all to see

The giving and the receiving there be

Beatitudes of eight, the sharing this day

For the generous of heart 'tis the chosen way

The 8th day of Christmas and so it be heard

The Sermon on the Mount in glory His WORD.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York 

Matthew 5:3-10.

Blessed are the poor in spirit,

for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.

Blessed are they who mourn,

for they shall be comforted.

Blessed are the meek,

for they shall inherit the earth.

Blessed are they who hunger and thirst for righteousness,

for they shall be satisfied.

Blessed are the merciful,

for they shall obtain mercy.

Blessed are the pure of heart,

for they shall see God.

Blessed are the peacemakers,

for they shall be called children of God.

Blessed are they who are persecuted for the sake of righteousness,

for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.

And so it has come to be known. 

~

With Each Breath New

 

With Each Breath New

I AM the light of the dawning day

the gentle call of the wind

the sweet song bird song

the moon that calls to the tides

the sun that touches a bloom

the soaring eagle that rises above the storm

I AM the light of the dawning day

the star that shines ever so brightly

the rain that in libation gives its gift

the thunder that sounds the spirit of change

the butterfly that holds to such delicate beauty

the rose with petals softly velvet and piercing thorns

I AM the light of the dawning day

the beauty and the prowess of the white tiger

the birth child of ARIES

the silence that resounds

the secrets in revelation

the grace and dominion of intention 

I AM the light of the dawning day with each breath new.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York 

In Dedication, In Gratitude to Esther Dederichs

~ when proclaimed anew a gift onto SELF be known ~ 

A calling... a response anew ~ WISDOM OF ALL

“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

Indeed so… 

I, a POET, moved I BE by Passion, Omnipresence, Exchange, Truth... as it calls and calls for expression... know not I its intended revelations, except by reflection and the beckoning of its cadence call . 

When in the midst of concerns regarding the education of our children, words emergent, called to my heart... and little did I know in the embrace of these emergent words that they would be an ongoing counsel for my role as an activist. This in 1988... and in 2021, was awarded by the New York State Assembly, " A Woman of Distinction" designation for leadership in educational reform, community outreach on behalf of those deemed dyslexic, and for serving as the designated Poet Laureate, by Proclamation, of Orangetown, New York, 2021 marking a 10th Year Anniversary.

And so here these words shared anew…

Wisdom of All 

Oh how the mind conceives the thought

With restlessness your heart is wrought

For there is a just and kingly goal

Distant yet touching your crying soul

Be burdened not by task and deed

Lest you be lost to the greater creed

Inspired by self and the knowing within

Shall you pass the haunt, the doom of the din

Listen dear child to thy self sovereign and wise

Heed not to temptation, deception and lies

For it is the tear of joy that you shall weep

When the Promise you vow, you do keep

And when you reach and court the dream

With God's love stand thou supreme

Deception takes not your abiding soul

You have reached a kingly goal

As many may doubt and may berate

You shall prevail for love is thy fate

Guide the children, know their call

With God's tender love and wisdom of all.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York 

The words, "Wisdom of All," are of GUIDANCE, received in 1988 as I was preparing for the 'defense' of a teen who was not understood for his particular learning style and expressed artistry. It was indeed validating and assuring. It was a poem that was immediately held in memory and able to be recited without any further practice. It became the response of what IS ~ Inspired Spirit 

And so I LISTEN and ALL BE Heard... be this the deliverance of: 

Love ~ I AM ~ Spirit ~ Truth ~ Exchange ~ Nourishment, 

onto self, onto others.

With blessings,

Rose Marie Raccioppi

APOGEE Paradigm™

APOGEE Poet

Angel and Child, Relief Sculpture, Ellen Mary Rope, 1855-1934.

In This Space of Time

In this space of time be it known

There are realms beyond what is shown

In this space of time need and visions to share

There are realms beyond all given care

In this space of time this moment present and each moment past

There are realms ever so near, ever so vast

In this space of time there is the SELF to be claimed

There are realms beyond those held and those so named

In this space of time haunts and echoes to be newly heard

There are realms of Presence and the Sacred Word

The sounding accord of harmonics within

Beyond the clamor, beyond the din

The accord of heart, soul and visions newly clear

This of Faith, of Love, of Presence, in banishment of fear. 

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

Image: Eternal Clock II by Robbert van der Steeg on Flickr. New York

#DivineRelativities

The Spoils of Rain and South Winds Yesternight

Rain and south winds yesternight

A sky of gray be the morning’s light 

Each fallen leaf laden with the falling rain

Their wind swept flight put to tame

A brimming blanket of leaves upon the ground

Quiet they lay, gone their rustling sound

Soft be this bedding of leaves from branch and bough

Winds of Autumn and rain holding to nature’s vow

Branches with leaves in the splendor of color some yet be 

Crimson, russet, orange, and gold donned by many a tree

Trees barren of leaves reach to the heaven’s above 

Past the winter to come, Spring anew,  blessings and love.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York 

Spoils of Rain, CAR, Collectible Clicks, ©Rose Marie Raccioppi.