Our Birth Eternal ... 2018

Within the age, the century, the decade, the year, the day, the moment...

Be it a myth... be it an ancient story retold...

 is it not of spirit,  of faith,  of a knowing wise,  

that LIFE is CREATION, and BREATH,  

the receiving the giving… 

as we embrace what IS,  as Inspired Spirit, 

so be the SELF and Purpose known. 

2018 BE our Birth Eternal… 

to purpose, to the very breath of receiving and giving, 

to the depths of JOY in BEING.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

The SOUL as Muse...

YES, there is a Muse for poetic expression... for delivered by the SOUL be...

       Splendor
              Omnipresence
                     Unity  
                            Love 

... and so the poet listens to the knowing SOUL, and beholds words of praise, beauty, truth, and the grace of BEING.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

L I G H T ...

The sun, the moon, the stars... light that nourishes, light that celebrates, light that inspires... and when the spirit of light is held within our hearts, be this the Glory of SELF in expressive love.  

~ Rose Marie Raccioppi

And so shall we behold the L I G H T ... this a season of Grace... let it be ...

Love 
Inspiration 
Gratitude 
Harmony 
Truth ... and all in PRAISE.

The First Day ~  Light

…2The earth was formless and void, and darkness was over the surface of the deep, and the Spirit of God was moving over the surface of the waters. 3Then God said, "Let there be light"; and there was light. 4God saw that the light was good; and God separated the light from the darkness.… Genesis 1:3

#LIGHT #SUN #MOON #STARS #rosemarieraccioppi #SELF #PRAISE #Genesis #lighttheworld

Stairway to Heaven ~ Led Zeppelin... ""...How everything still turns to gold..."

Stairway to Heaven - Led Zeppelin

As I listen, the last lines become known deeply... an intent of identity... ".

"...And as we wind on down the road 
Our shadows taller than our soul
There walks a lady we all know
Who shines white light and wants to show 
How everything still turns to gold
And if you listen very hard
The tune will come to you at last
When all are one and one is all
To be a rock and not to roll
And she's buying the stairway to heaven."

Songwriters: Jimmy Page / Robert Plant
Stairway to Heaven lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc

The Dawning Light

the scars of abuse upon this mind
the echoes of taunts within this heart
the shadows dark upon this soul
momentary be their reign
momentary be I their prisoner
for within lies the power of resolve
for within lies the light of the Omnipresence 
for within lies the liberation of spirit
the scars of abuse dissolve into understanding 
the echoes of taunts resound with compassion 
the shadows dark ascend to the dawning light 
and I in the Willful Presence of BEING.

Rose Marie Raccioppi 
Poet Laureate 
Orangetown, New York 

She to SELF

She to SELF

Aflame afire free

Wild winds of spirit

Passions unleashed

And so she soars to vistas unknown

Lucid dreams of emergent colors

Worlds in rhythmic motion

Sounds lyrical, sweet, thunderous

Pulsing, pulsing, pulsing

Her heart a vibrant chord

Sounding, sounding, sounding

Echoes of silence now heard

The taunts of oppression scream free

Derision gives way to deliverance

She beckons, she calls

She to SELF…she to SELF

FREE …FREE… FREE.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

APOGEE Poet

She to SELF, APOGEE Vibrational Art, ©Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2017.

Bloom it Shall...

Bloom it Shall...

Seeds held gently by the glory of light

Soon to be taken by winds in flight

Milkweed seed held in nature's embrace and call

Bloom it shall, when upon Earth it comes to gracefully fall

In celebration of the NOW and days yet to come

Creation's will, creation's will, thy will be done.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

Photo: Rick Bunting, Nature Photographer

Andrea Bocelli Melodramma

What was IS...as the Inspired Spirit of BEING... 

sings he the light, the soaring of the soul, 

the harmonies of the heart,,, 

and we are touched BEING to BEING. 

BRAVO!! 

I listen, I feel, and the heart holds tears 

and the the soul sings the splendor 

and tears become the rivers of grace.

Rose Marie Raccioppi 

Italian

Melodramma

Questa mia canzone

Inno dell’amore

Te la canto adesso

Con il mio dolor

Così forte, così grande

che mi trafigge il cuor.

Ma limpido è il mattino

tra i campi odor di vino

Io ti sognavo e adesso

Ti vedo ancora lì

Ah, quanta nostalgia

Affresco di collina

Io piango che pazzia

Fu andarsene poi via.

Questa melodia

Inno dell’amore

Te la canto e sento

Tutto il mio dolor

Così forte, così grande

che mi trafigge il cuor.

Ma limpido è il mattino

tra i campi un gran mulino

lì è nato il mio destino

amaro senza te…

amaro senza te.

E questo core canta

Un dolce melodramma

È l’inno dell’amor

Che canterò per te

È un melodramma che

Che canto senza te.

English

Melodrama

This song of mine

A hymn to love

I'm singing it you now

With my pain

That is so strong and so big

That torments my heart

But the morning is a clear one

There's a smell of wine amidst the fields

I dreamed of you and now

I still see you there

Oh, it's so much nostalgia

Frescoes1 show the hill

I cry, what a madness it is

To go away later

This song of mine

A hymn to love

I sing it and I feel

All my pain

That is so strong and so big

That torments my heart

But the morning is a clear one

There's a mill amidst the fields

There is where my destiny was born

Without you, it is bitter...

Without you, it is bitter

And this heart is singing

A sweet melodrama

It's the hymn of love

That I'll sing for you

It's a melodrama that

That I sing without you.

http://lyricstranslate.com/en/melodramma-melodrama.html…

Veterans Day 2017

Saturday, November 11

Veterans Day 2017 in United States of America

And this in Tribute to a Veteran that has served countless other veterans over an exemplary record of service for the last 30 years... 

Vietnam Veterans of America

Chapter 333 Rockland County 

New York

30th Anniversary 

In Honor of Jerry Donnellan 

"Rockland Veterans Agency Director, Jerry Donnellan, has announced his retirement — well, to the extent that Jerry can retire. We fully expect Donnellan to continue advocating for his fellow veterans, and welcome his rabblerousing on their behalf.

Donnellan, who has served at the agency for three decades, leads by example. He tells of his own catastrophic injury — riddled with shrapnel, a leg blown off in battle during the Vietnam War. He frequently discusses personal and ongoing struggles with post-traumatic stress. He has worked closely with the U.S. Department of Veterans Affairs but has called out its shortcomings loudly and repeatedly.

Donnellan, 70, has done much to make sure local vets are remembered and properly honored. He worked for years to get notification from the VA when a servicemember returned home. He helped establish FAVOR, which stands for Find and Assist Vets of Rockland, which provides discounts from local merchants. He helped establish the county's Public Service Medal to honor those who served in Afghanistan, Iraq, or as part of the global war on terrorism. These and similar efforts, though, were also about connecting with local veterans who may be wary of government. That way, his office could provide support and advocacy now or whenever it was needed.”

The Journal News. http://www.lohud.com/…/06/07/veterans-thank-jerry/377080001/

These Words Delivered in Loving Tribute... for it was the vision held by Jerry Donnellan that these words were made known... Camp Shanks Memorial, 70th Anniversary and V-E Day. at the Piermont Pier, Piermont, New York

To Honor Those Who Lived a Cause

Flowers and flags in devoted array

A loving tribute in homage this day

To honor those who lived a cause

This moment, this day, and so a pause

Hearts and souls in valor known

Right Intention and devotion shown

Battlefields of victory and plight

Through all beheld freedom’s light

Answered they did to liberty’s plea

That freedom be held for a you, a me

Sons and daughters, husbands and wives

Children of purpose have given their lives

The breath of freedom an endowment divine

Bequeathed to life yours, life mine

With valor and sacrifice they gave

And embraced the call yet to be brave

In memorial and reverence gather we

For held be the right that we live free

Memory of each life gone never to fade

Live we life’s blessings for sacrifice made.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

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YES, this night past... a dream... ever so real... as in moons gone by and this day present... Celestial Sea

Once again in flight across vistas near and far

Embraced by the light of the sun and a distant star

Upon a magical cloak of white

Traveled I through the night

And as the dawning came to be

I above the cresting waves of a celestial sea

Hearts across the horizon rise in praise

And I swept in the joy of awakening days

People of lands above mountains high

Sing their soul’s song to the intrepid sky

The harp song of the wind is heard

Be this the adoration of the WORD

A silent melody of love and lilting grace

Within my heart this soaring I to place

Heart’s chambers in pulsing passion divine

Awakened, awakened to the NOW of self and time

And as I record this dream awake so lovingly known

Blessed be the light, the light so brilliantly shown

We to sing as a chorus of divinity, peace and love 

Blessed be the souls of Earth and the heavens above.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

Celestial Sea, ©Rose Marie Raccioppi, APOGEE Vibrational Art, www.thesoundinglight.blogspot.com

In the Embrace of the Warming Sun…

The offerings of this day onto thee

Brilliant be the sun on the towering tree

Gems of color in glorious array to behold

Crimson, gold, russet, emerald, amber, Autumn’s story told 

Birds in flight, their sweet song now be heard

Known be Creation’s Love, Creation’s WORD

Fluttering leaves to blanket the ground

As above, so below,  gifts of grace be they found.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

#Autumn #leaves #gems #WORD #Creation #array #offerings #story #ground

Thyself Claimed

Pay heed to your call of soul, of heart

To emotions, sensations, from truth shan't depart

Restlessness, the beckoning for attention, a vision clear

Confront the drama, shackles that bind and hold to fear

Haunts of judgment be they named, be they willfully tamed

In TRUTH know thyself, thyself, thyself claimed.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

Founder/Director

APOGEE Paradigm™

In Honor... In Tribute...Vietnam Veterans of America...

Vietnam Veterans of America

Chapter 333 Rockland County 

New York

30th Anniversary Dinner

October 28, 2017

In Honor of Jerry Donnellan

"Rockland Veterans Agency Director Jerry Donnellan has announced his retirement — well, to the extent that Jerry can retire. We fully expect Donnellan to continue advocating for his fellow veterans, and welcome his rabblerousing on their behalf.

Donnellan, who has served at the agency for three decades, leads by example. He tells of his own catastrophic injury — riddled with shrapnel, a leg blown off in battle during the Vietnam War. He frequently discusses personal and ongoing struggles with post-traumatic stress. He has worked closely with the U.S. Department of Veterans Affairs but has called out its shortcomings loudly and repeatedly. 

Donnellan, 70, has done much to make sure local vets are remembered and properly honored. He worked for years to get notification from the VA when a servicemember returned home. He helped establish FAVOR, which stands for Find and Assist Vets of Rockland, which provides discounts from local merchants. He helped establish the county's Public Service Medal to honor those who served in Afghanistan, Iraq, or as part of the global war on terrorism. These and similar efforts, though, were also about connecting with local veterans who may be wary of government. That way, his office could provide support and advocacy now or whenever it was needed.”  

The Journal News.  http://www.lohud.com/story/opinion/editorials/2017/06/07/veterans-thank-jerry/377080001/

These Words Delivered in Loving Tribute

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The P O E T

An impression, and words may seem pale in offering a description. The need to make what is felt, what is seen, what is heard, what is experienced, calls to the POET… and beckons the Muse… to utter the sounds of …

Passion

Omnipresence

Eternity

Truth … of beauty of BEING.

"The poet is the sayer, the namer, and represents beauty. He is a sovereign, and stands on the centre. For the world is not painted, or adorned, but is from the beginning beautiful; and God has not made some beautiful things, but Beauty is the creator of the universe. Therefore the poet is not any permissive potentate, but is emperor in his own right.”

~ Ralph Waldo Emerson

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

Curtain Call

The Theatre of our lives

Be it a performance real

Quest and pursuit ne’er conceal

Be it of vision, and a knowing wise

Love, faith, truth, beyond demise

Be it staged, spontaneous, ever in revelation

Each breath of BEING in the NOW celebration

Imagine, envision, dream the dream awake

Yours is a role not another can take

Curtain Call, Bravo, Bravo be it heard

Within your heart pulsing be passion’s word

The prize, the trophy, to bear your name

You in fulfillment of the players game

You in fulfillment of the players game.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

Outside my window...

The Feel of September…

outside my window

the sky darkening

the winds sounding

rustling be the leaves

the deep green of the towering oak

the blushing anew of the dogwood

this the twilight hour

a sweet solitude

a gentle silence

a sigh, a pause…

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

#September #twilight #oak #dogwood #pause #rosemarieraccioppi

SEPTEMBER ... endings...beginnings... Summer to Fall...

... with blush ever anew...

leaves, branch and bough

in homage to the season's vow

a season with blush ever anew

crimson, russet, golden tone and hue

a palette of color be this joyful array 

known as the delights of a September day

brilliant be nature's blessed bounty all

melodies of color sing out sing out, 'tis coming of Fall.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

Photo Credit: Bernard Spragg. NZ – Autumn hues.

This day calls...

Reflection...

the storms that have come to be

the ravages of rain, winds, water and sea

the loss calls heart to heart

from which rebuilding bears its start

community to community in many a need

let charity, faith and love be our shared creed.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Tappan, New York