Friday, October 26, 2012

Spoils of Fall

Feel the change, the darker and longer night, 
the glory in each leaf now russet gold... 
and so the October Mood of Nature's Grace...

Spoils of Fall

Two score of seasons has this garden tower seen
Holding time and touched by moss and leaves of green
A blanket now of russet fallen leaves, the spoils of Fall
From that mighty mighty oak tree, bold, strong and tall
Leaves possessed in flight rest now free
And above bough and branch barren be.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

Pagoda, Photo, CAR, Collectible Clicks,©Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2012.

Tuesday, October 23, 2012

♥ GIOVANNI MARRADI - Just for you ♥...listen and Known Be...

Known Be

Known be the touch and the calling of the wind
The ripples upon waters caressed by the sun
The fleeting dance of leaves alight
Trees dressed in hues of majestic delight
The music, the music, such sweet surrender
The changing season, this Autumn splendor.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

Monday, October 22, 2012

'Tis Fall We Hail

Glowing amber such luminous array
As time beckons the closing of this day
A season of change within this moment now
Nature keeping its ever present vow
Brilliant gold, vibrant orange, ruby red leaves alight
Chilling winds and a distant whistle call to the night
Sounding crickets sing this season's quest and quail
The crackling rustle of gathered leaves 'tis Fall we hail
Dressed in lavish color each tree soon shall be bare
Barren bough and branch then held in Winter's care.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

The Mulberry Tree, Vincent van Gogh, Painting, Oil on Canvas, Saint-Rémy: October, 1889.
Norton Simon Museum, Pasadena, California

Sunday, October 21, 2012

...carried by the wind... A Poet's Palette

a poet's palette before thee
brilliant tones of many a tree 
leaves as bright as a bloom anew
be this the magical autumn hue
feel the rapture of Nature's passion shown
in the splendor of color this moment be known.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

Referenced Image:

In Joyous Abandon ~ Autumn and the noon hour...outside my window...

Bamboo in graceful bow and sway
Holding the sun’s light in brilliant verdant array
In joyous abandon the silence to greet
The chorus of sound as leaf and wind meet
Dancing shadows of supple canes I to behold
Among the lithe and lush leaves touches of gold
Leaves and canes in supple surrender bow
Beauty, strength, gentleness be the bamboo’s vow
'Tis the noon hour of this Autumn day
The wind, a chime song and canes at play.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

click on image for a beautifully enlarged view
Touches of Gold, Photo: Bamboo, Collectible Clicks, ©Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2012.

Wednesday, October 17, 2012

Light Behind The Storm

The ears deafened by the din of despair
The eyes blinded by the glare of illusion
The heart ravaged by the pain of betrayal
The soul hidden within the shattered self
Waves of destruction crest a sea of confusion
Life’s shores besieged by fear
Spirit summoned in the wake of the storm
Behold its calm resolve
The winds of change can now be heard
The distant shores now seen in the grace of the rising sun
The celestial sea bears the light behind the storm
Rhythmic this heart with the cadence of the ocean and celestial tide
Undaunted now by the resounding ebb and flow and clouds of dark
And the constant winds of change
Behold its calm resolve
Behold its calm resolve.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

Light Behind the Storm, Watercolor, ©Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2012,

Tuesday, October 16, 2012

...charm it is... The Little Prince Within Us

The Little Prince so recently I have met
He tells of travel, folly and regret

With question and wonder he is sure to ask
What draws us to each and every task

Of what import is what we think and do
If it does not hold what is good and true

With love he does tame and so he does see
One blossom of beauty among all that be

Wherever he travels he questions anew
Why do we do whatever we do

He holds a blossom, a sunset, a star
Venturing to lands near and far

And what he tells us in his favored way
Each sunset brings to this very day

And so The Little Prince sets out to depart
To his homeland from where he did start

The Little Prince within us shall remain
A blossom, a star, now to tame.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

The Little Prince
Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

Sunday, October 14, 2012

...I look into his heart ... and this be known...


Upon her face the light I see
My heart beckons a soulful plea
Her music I hear and known be my heart
From this embracing moment I shan't depart
In silent knowing I vow she be mine
And in this moment is defined all time.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

Harmony, 1877, Oil on canvas, Sir Frank Dicksee, British, 1853-1928.

Thursday, October 11, 2012

There Is

By perceiving your own beauty, you will see yourself in the flowers, the sky, the clouds, the water, and the oceans.  Don Miguel Ruiz

...and so...

There Is

there is a PRESENCE within that knows
there is a FAITH within that believes
there is a JOY within that loves
there is a SPIRIT within that soars
what be this
what be this knowing
this believing
this loving
this soaring
it is each breath of LIFE
beyond fear and doubt
it is each breath of LIFE
pulsing with grace and gratitude
it is each breath of LIFE
embracing the very miracle of SELF
it is
the pond in stillness
the stream that bubbles
the river that flows
the ocean that roars
the constant ebb and flow
the sun that rises
the sun that sets
the waxing and waning of the moon
the stars that sparkle
the vistas far
the trees, the brush, the vines
the seeds, the flowers, the bloom
all living creatures of land, sea and sky
the bounty, the harvest
the LIGHT known
it is ALL that gives
it is ALL that receives
it is LIFE breathing its myriad of breaths
it is the I AM
it is the I AM.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

Arising Light, Image, ©Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2011-2012.

Saturday, October 6, 2012

Boundless FAITH

wherein comes this lightness of heart
wherein does boundless FAITH have its start
wherein does life redefine its story
wherein lies the new found glory
be it in health and life lived anew
be it the blessings bestowed upon you
be it the breath, its ebb and flow sublime
be it the GRACE within, the known DIVINE.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

Boundless Faith, Image, APOGEE Vibrational Art, ©Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2012.

Thursday, October 4, 2012

In Acknowledgment ~ The Poet

The Harvard Classics. 1909–14. 

A Defence of Poetry ~ Percy Bysshe Shelley

"... But poets, or those who imagine and express this indestructible order, are not only the authors of language and of music, of the dance, and architecture, and statuary, and painting: they are the institutors of laws, and the founders of civil society, and the inventors of the arts of life, and the teachers, who draw into a certain propinquity with the beautiful and the true that partial apprehension of the agencies of the invisible world. Poets, according to the circumstances of the age and nation in which they appeared, were called, in the earlier epochs of the world, legislators, or prophets: a poet essentially comprises and unites both these characters. For he not only beholds intensely the present as it is, and discovers those laws according to which present things ought to be ordered, but he beholds the future in the present, and his thoughts are the germs of the flower and the fruit of latest time..." A Defence of Poetry, Percy Bysshe Shelley, 1792 – 1822.

Source: A Defence of Poetry. Percy Bysshe Shelley. 1909-14. English Essays: Sidney to Macaulay. The Harvard Classics ~ Full text available at:

Tuesday, October 2, 2012

“For this reason I remind you to fan into flame the gift of God, which is in you...” (2 Timothy 1:6, NIV) ~ Fibers of Soul Aflame

Fibers of Soul Aflame

The cloak of mortal clothing shed
Bared be the illusions and fear
Tattered threads of despair and desolation
Woven on a loom of derisive deception
No, this not the warp and weft of my destined life
This not the calling of spirit that beckons to me
The Great Weaver has given threads of silver
The moon and the stars, a vision clear
The Great Weaver has given threads of gold
The Sun and an alchemy for life to behold
The warp now declared in light, love and truth
The weft the ever present unfolding of gifts divine
The cloak of mortal clothing shed
Fibers of soul aflame
The Great Weaver heeds your destined claim
Your destined
Your destined

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

Written for an artist

Drapery study with pen and ink, The Erythraean Sibyl 1508-1509, Cappella Sistina Vatican, Michelangelo Buonarroti 1475-1564.