Tuesday, April 30, 2013

Is it a BARD I BE...


Be I a BARD of modern day calling... to convey the glory of Being ~ to live the majesty of Aspiration ~ to know the wondrous in Revelation ~ in all moments present Divine...
In Gratitude

I, Rose Marie Raccioppi, am the first ever to be designated as Poet Laureate for the Town of Orangetown, New York. The designation came from the many presentations I have given over the years as an activist, using originally written poems, by way of introduction or closing, as pleas for attention or support of children's special needs and the environment. Other poems were written and presented in honor of those whose lives were lost serving in the military.

Poems I wrote in response to 9/11 were also presented at both public and private memorial services. These were exhibited at Orangetown Town Hall and at the Legislative Chambers of Rockland County. The poem, "Where Does The Pain Go," in response to 9/11, was made into a musical and dance performance. A reproduction of the original painting upon which the poem was superimposed was presented as a fund raiser. http://www.apogeepoet.blogspot.com/2009/05/where-does-pain-go.html APOGEE Poet: "Where Does The Pain Go - 9/11 ." Another one of my poems, "The Aftermath," engraved in glass superimposed upon my painting, is on permanent display as part of "The Wall of Heroes," at the Rockland County Legislative Chambers, New York.

Since my first community presentation in 1975, as an activist for children with learning disabilities, poetry has been my shared voice of soul. When diagnosed with cancer in 1983, writing poetry became the deepest source of solace and healing. This the journey to, "The Wind and the Willow," published in 2008.

A poetry blog was initiated in January of 2009 and has to date, a posting of 1298 of my original poems, http://www.thepoetspen.com/

It is with a deep respect and reverence for the art of poetry that I am so honored.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York


Sunday, April 28, 2013

WORDS... Shakespeare Be My Brother...


Language provides an echo - it is not the original - words are representations, symbols, utterances, that the inner spirit longs to be known - to self - to others and to the ultimate SELF. As a poet, language echoes my heart's lament, my soul's joy and my spirit's quest to soar, echoes holding to praise and gratitude, a sounding sense of purpose.  Rose Marie Raccioppi 

Shakespeare be my brother this very night
As words free and in frolic take flight
Words of anguish, fear and pain
Words of illusion and the inane
Words to claim my longings and desire
Words to breathe these thoughts of fire
For words within the mind conceived
Create the world for us perceived
Recorded in prose, poetry and rhyme
To give purpose to life's gift of time
Words to serve intent and pleasure
Held in journals as one's life treasure
Words of moments present, moments past
And within a recorded history cast
Of all the words I in quest to heed
Silent utterances of TRUTH and sacred creed.


Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

Image: Google.

Saturday, April 27, 2013

behold the artist...WORD and LIGHT



WORD and LIGHT


the body, the arm, the hand, the finger
ever present be motion in expression
gestures that reach, grasp in quest
TRUTH be sought in intention and grace
WORD and LIGHT within heart's sacred place.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York


Figure Study of Two Apostles, RAFFAELLO Sanzio, 1518-20, Red chalk over stylus, Devonshire Collection, Chatsworth, (b. 1483, Urbino, d. 1520, Roma).


"Raffaello Sanzio da Urbino[2] (April 6 or March 28, 1483 – April 6, 1520), better known simply as Raphael, was an Italian painter and architect of the High Renaissance. His work is admired for its clarity of form and ease of composition and for its visual achievement of the Neoplatonic ideal of human grandeur. Together with Michelangelo and Leonardo da Vinci, he forms the traditional trinity of great masters of that period."  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Raphael

Friday, April 26, 2013

Leonardo da Vinci





"Obstacles cannot crush me. Every obstacle yields to stern resolve. 
He who is fixed to a star does not change his mind."
 Leonardo da Vinci, Notebooks (c. 1500).


Leonardo da Vinci

Seized by passion and a knowing goal
Soaring be this calling, this calling of soul
Within there be a questing command
And so summoned is the artist's hand.

Palette and paint he to hold
Lines, shadows, delicate, purposeful and bold
Portrays he grace and a beauty sublime
And gifted we be by such artistry divine.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York


La Scapigliata, Leonardo da Vinci, 1508, Oil on canvas, Galleria Nazionale, Parma.



...listen along with me...Verdant Whispers


...listen along with me...

Verdant Whispers

listen to the wind's calling
feel the quiver of spring grass new
verdant whispers upon branch and bough
this season of grace fulfills its vow
colors in brilliant array divine
blooms of delicate beauty sublime
carried be these callings within my heart
from the splendors of Spring I shan't depart
listen to the wind's calling
feel the quiver of spring grass new
verdant whispers upon branch and bough
this season of grace fulfills its vow.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York


Verdant Whispers, APOGEE Vibrational Art, ©Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2013

Wednesday, April 24, 2013

..the look...the feel... Upon The Canvas Before Me


Upon The Canvas Before Me

sumptuous is the feel of champagne silk
folds of alluring opulence touch my skin
shadows fashion seductive hues
succumb I to its beguiling folds
within its light and tone I surrender
strokes of color hold to the touch known
this upon the canvas before me.


Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York


Champagne Silk, APOGEE Vibrational Art, ©Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2013

...so chimes the clock... The Midnight Hour


Midnight Hour

deep be the blue of a silken sapphire cloak
drift I into raven enfolds of this midnight hour
the waxing moon casts its brilliant light
slumber sweet slumber greets the night.


Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

Midnight Cloak, APOGEE Vibrational Art, ©Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2013. http://www.thesoundinglight.blogspot.com

Tuesday, April 23, 2013

...sweet be these moments... Beneath A Willow...


So delicate each leaf
So mighty your bough
Branches bend humbly
Yet strength be your vow
Waters in libation 
Winds in embrace
Under your majesty 
Beneath I in place
Seasons of change
Sun, moon a distant star
Listen I to all the secrets 
Whispers near and far.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

The Lady of Shalott, John William Waterhouse, oil painting, 1888, Tate Gallery, London.

"...Down she came and found a boat 
Beneath a willow left afloat..."

The Lady of Shalott, 1833, poem, Alfred Lord Tennyson, 1809-1892.


Monday, April 22, 2013

Earth Day, 2013...

Earth Day... Mother Earth's Pulsing Passion

Mother Earth ~ Ravage Not

Inspired Spirit and Blessings shall prevail
There is Love beyond travail

That knowing faith within heart
From which a questing peace has its start
A vision beyond the perceived despair
So be our wondrous destiny in God's care
Light and TRUTH be they the resounding plea
Over our lands from sea to sea
Gather our thoughts and a new vision clear
Beyond all illusions beyond all fear.

Ravage not the land nor sea
Heed the echoed cry and plea
Heard in the crashing wave and thunderous sky
In valleys, plains and mountains high
Hold this Earth in reverent care
Protect our gifts of water and air
Take not in abuse a mineral or gem
Behold the wonder of each bloom, leaf and stem
Trees to flourish, 'tis bounty's call
The knowing grace of Winter, Spring, Summer, Fall
Earth, animals, a you, a me
Nurture wise and abundance be.


Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York


Caverns of the Mind, Watercolor, Rose Marie Raccioppi,http://www.apogeeart.com/

Friday, April 19, 2013

The question was posed: What do you see in his expression? ...and so... 'Thomas' Lincoln Sculpture by Frank Porcu


The question was posed: What do you see in his expression? ...and so...

'Thomas' Abraham Lincoln Sculpture by Frank Porcu


the look of time and a knowing wise
truth beyond perpetuated veiled lies
a seeking of faith and justice for all
freedom and union be his heartfelt call
his eyes to capture light divine
his vision now yours, now mine.


Rose Marie Raccioppi 
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

When artistry reflects the DIVINE, the heart expresses joyfully... 
and so the gift bestowed to ALL by the genius of FRANK PORCU.
The Newly Unveiled 'Thomas' Abraham Lincoln Sculpture Bust by Frank Porcu
NOW ON EXHIBIT THROUGH 4/21/13 AT:
THE NEW-YORK HISTORICAL SOCIETY MUSEUM & LIBRARY
BRAVO!! In form, in structure, in grace, Lincoln becomes known to us... his depth of thought, his vision, his noble discernment, his humanity, are so brilliantly revealed that one can only conclude that such a sculpture has been divinely inspired. Frank Porcu has most certainly gifted us with artistry par excellence.

Thursday, April 18, 2013

...a poem in my pocket... Aladdin's Lamp



young in years was I
delight in all that met the eye

an Aladdin's Lamp I wished to possess
told I it fulfilled wishes and happiness
and so placed I in playful jest
wishes upon my heart for what I loved best
much to my delight and loving joy
it was LIFE itself, my favorite toy.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York



Image Re: JazzWax


POEM IN YOUR POCKET DAY
April 18, 2013


Jesse


and what be the poetic delight this day
but to share all that Jesse brings our way
a spirit of power, love and knowing care
one who chooses what is kind and fair
in sports he does indeed excel
self mastery is developing so very well
learn he must in his very special style
consider, explore, discover, there be Jesse's smile
so what be the poetic delight this day
but to share all that Jesse brings our way.


Much love,

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

Monday, April 15, 2013

This Day In Celebration ~ The Birth of Leonardo Da Vinci ...


ac•ro•nym: ARTIST

Aspiration
Resolve
Trust
Inspiration
Spirit
Truth


Leonardo di ser Piero da Vinci

In Celebration of his birth April 15, 1452

his genius
his gifts eternal

"Where the spirit does not work with the hand, there is no art."
Leonardo Da Vinci

In His Hand

In his hand 
A pencil he to hold
Lines, shadows, delicate 
Purposeful and bold
Portrays he grace
A beauty sublime
And gifted we be
By artistry divine.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York



Leonardo di ser Piero da Vinci, April 15, 1452 ~ May 2, 1519, an Italian polymath: painter, sculptor, architect, musician, scientist, mathematician, engineer, inventor, anatomist, geologist, cartographer, botanist and writer. Leonardo is known as the archetype of the Renaissance man, a man whose curiosity was equaled only by his powers of invention. Indeed one of the greatest artists of all time and perhaps the most diversely gifted person ever to have lived.

Thursday, April 11, 2013

Edgar Allen Poe, an attended presentation and a Poet Laureate in Reflection...


Just returned from an outstanding presentation on the life and works of 
Edgar Allen Poe... 
and as I was driving home... a smile and these words...


many stories of Edgar Allen Poe be they told
he with words pithy, in poems and mysteries bold
one of many moods and emotions beyond conceal
his legendary Raven with illusion so real
pain and quest held line by line
words and impressions the spoils of time.




"It will be found, in fact, that the ingenious are always fanciful, and the truly imaginative never otherwise than analytic."

- from "The Murders in the Rue Morgue"

Reflections from a Poet Laureate...



Begetting Treasure

the garden will be attended to and the weeds will grow
the rooms will be put in order and the clutter soon to show
the bills will be paid and more due to come
what is completed will again call to be done
but when a poem I come to write all is complete and shall ever BE
words a Birth Eternal granted unto you unto me
the garden, the rooms, the bills and indeed poetic pleasure
words, words, each its own ever present begetting treasure
a poet laureate, I am in designation named
within THE MUSE entreats a word and so its poetic claim.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York


Tuesday, April 9, 2013

The 'Thomas' Abraham Lincoln Sculpture Bust by Frank Porcu


In Tribute... In Celebration...

The 'Thomas' Abraham Lincoln Sculpture Bust by Frank Porcu


Abraham Lincoln held ever in the heart of freedom's cause
With his mighty words we in soulful pause

His vision, his knowing grace, we to enfold
For within his leadership America's story told
A man of modest means but with treasure beyond compare
Man to be known by noble deeds ever just and fair
A personage captured in TRUTH and form, a sculpture this BE
This The 'Thomas' Lincoln,' to creation and freedom's decree.


Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York



NOW ON EXHIBIT FOR A LIMITED TIME AT:
THE NEW-YORK HISTORICAL SOCIETY MUSEUM & LIBRARY

The 'Thomas' Abraham Lincoln Sculpture Bust by Frank Porcu
http://www.frankporcu.com/

Quake and Storm

  

what moves us but sensibilities and passion aflame
creation, concepts, art and BEING with heartfelt claim
brilliant be the colors of the sun to rise the sun to set
to mark the vision the glory beyond all regret
anew each breath within blessings divine
to mark our BEING this gift of time
a task, a deed, a celebration sweet
where vigor and joy so lovingly meet
beyond perceptions there BE a knowing real
from where LOVE and PRAISE have no conceal
quake and storm nature's restless heart
from which deep understanding bears its start
blessings be the call of this day
'tis the message of soul to convey.


Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York


Quake and Storm, APOGEE Vibrational Art, http://www.thesoundinglight.blogspot.com ©Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2013.

Monday, April 8, 2013

Dreams Enfold



we gave a cry and all rejoiced for this our birth complete
we are our first steps greeted with open arms
our first word that brought an admiring smile...

trace the years and their memories await anew
a montage, a kaleidoscope, of one's life view
sounds, impressions, of place time and moments sweet
where our dreams and our days come to meet
praise, punishment, joy and pain come to define
a life known as rightly yours, a life lived as mine
and what brings reason to pause this very day
but the wondrous Creation given by Life along its way
a sculpture unveiled and all in AWE and PRAISE
for what each has brought to their ennobled days
and then a painting, a poem, an endearing embrace
upon a time line of memories now they to place
decades of moons have brought mystery and delight
magical be this waxing and waning of Creation's light
and so this heart, this soul, in time's grasp and claim
be held in the spirit and glory of our Creator's name
be it of yesterdays or days yet, and dreams enfold
each new gaze, a breath, a sigh, be this our story told.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York


Dream's Enfold, APOGEE Vibrational Art, ©Rose Marie Raccioppi, http://thesoundinglight.blogspot.com  2013.