Pink Floyd... The Wall...Echoes... Pulse...

Pink Floyd... The Wall...Echoes... Pulse... 

words, music, song, call to our BEING yet wise

heed the plea to rise beyond perpetrated demise 

not a brick in the wall am I to be

beyond daunting echoes lies the origin, the truth of me

feel I the pulse, passions in calling refrain

this the SELF beyond the confine, beyond the inane

words, music, song, call to our BEING yet wise

heed the plea to rise beyond perpetrated demise.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Founder/Director

APOGEE Paradigm™

Pink Floyd in January 1968, from the only known photo-shoot of all five members. 

Clockwise from bottom: Gilmour, Mason, Barrett, Waters, Wright

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pink_Floyd

This Flame

This Flame

an inner light, a flame

passion, faith and truth in glory name

this pulsing PRESENCE be it in PRAISE

for the treasure of time and blessed days

a body, a mind, a spirit, a soul

a life in pursuit of purpose, a vision, a goal

alchemic be a thought and a knowing divine

blessed BE this flame of grace, yours and mine.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

... the law of attraction... the accord... 

 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qT7MBhfSIj0

The W I N D ...

The wind whispers the beauty of its touch…

the feel

the union

the pulsing

the passion … in Creation’s grace…

Rose Marie Raccioppi 

Image: Flower taken by the wind... (Courtesy Google search).

BE STILL...

BE STILL

feel I the warming sun

bathed in the light of this day new

touched by the summer dawning

BE STILL, the quietude entreats

know thy Birth Eternal…

                                                        the Spirit awakened
                                                        the Truth in expression
                                                        the I AM
                                                        the Lament no more
                                                        the Love in PRESENCE known.

BE STILL, the quietude entreats

know thy Birth Eternal…

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

Quietude, Watercolor, ©Rose Marie Raccioppi, APOGEE Art.

...in noble deed...

…in noble deed...

'tis wisps of green touched by the early evening sun

shimmer they in gentle grace

the flutter of a white butterfly in noble deed

silent is the soft wind

hear I the cooing and the chirping

such savor in the songbird song

the air, creation’s gentle breath

clear, cool be its enfolding embrace

the sun in this setting hour 

its glory in heart to place.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

Image: cabbagewhite_-up-shenandoah-np-va-7jun06-bbouton1.jpg

'Tis G R E E N

“Tis G R E E N 

green in such gleeful array

grass, underbrush, leaves hold to light of day

fresh and cool is the morning air

a sky of mirth, azure blue so fair

and I touched by the soft wind sweet

’tis green ’tis green my heart to greet.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

’Tis GREEN, APOGEE Vibrational Art, ©Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2016.

At the Noon Hour...

At the Noon Hour

An experience and so be the root of change in perception

A word shared and prompted is love and loss in reflection

Time and place enfold our body our mind

And so we reach for meaning valid and kind

Are we in our purpose and is satisfaction real

Or are we in pain that we choose to conceal

The hour past and present be time’s call

By our own intention we to rise or fall

What credence do we give to time present and past

The sweep of clock hands and so our story cast

This moment, this very hour at hand

Be it known by volition and a willing command

Our heart, our soul, with a blessing divine

To grace this gift of our granted time

The noon hour be it ever embraced

The light of day within our heart to place.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

We are ever at a mid point between the past PRESENT future... the day that was, the day that is and the day yet to arrive... we are ever in the midst of change and choice... we are the shapers of the meaning of our time... how we perceive our experience - how we plan - how accepting - how resistant... we are the breath of time... the inhalation, the exhalation, the receiving the giving... the stillness and the action, and so the noon hour onto you each day with all its offerings, all its potential, all its challenge, all its light.  

Rose Marie Raccioppi
‪#‎noon‬  ‪#‎noonhour‬

The POET

Of what does a P O E T speak... if not of...

P assion
O mnipresence
E ternal
Truth... to awaken heart, soul, mind, to BEING...

This Poet's Word

These echoes of heart in sensibilities reveal 
The TRUTH OF BEING bar conceal 
Passions pulsing plea to be heard
And so be known this poet's word
Loss and lament a tear filled call
Joy and delight beyond befall
In revelation be known the depths of despair
All astride with blessed love and care
The rising sun and gone be the night
Held I in the embrace of the dawning light
The feel of the showering water sweet upon my skin
A baptism new, absolved I of all false sin
Judgments, reprisals, fallacious be their rein
For the SOUL'S PRESENCE knows not constrain 
Confront and resolve the breath calls out
To purpose, to purpose, to purpose, devout.

Rose Marie Raccioppi 

Poet Laureate 

Orangetown, New York