And I at a WOOD TABLE...

The wood table holds the divine signature of the tree
Shades of russet brown in markings of age before me
The quiet beauty of time and strength in grace to greet
Lines, waves of grain, where branch and bough did meet
I behold the majesty abiding in its humility and glory
The towering oak tree, a table with its calling calling story.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

The Dinning Room, The Table of Oak, CAR ©Photo: Collectible Clicks, Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2018.
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Gifted to Me...

A bouquet of flowers gifted to me

The colors of Fall in splendor be

The light held, joyous be its embrace

Blooms of beauty within heart to place.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

A Season of Change... the calling wind...

A season of change... emergent colors... 

leaves taken by the calling wind...and I...🍂

past shallow waters

to the depths of BEING

past pretense and fear

to the depths of TRUTH

past the silence

to the expressive WORD

past reprisals and judgments

to the grace, the knowing, the beauty of SELF

the SELF as Spirit, Evolution, Love, Freedom

this in each breath of BEING

this in each breath of BEING...

A season of change... emergent colors... 

leaves taken by the calling wind.🍂

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

photo: GOOGLE : courtesy posting.

Andrea Bocelli, Matteo Bocelli - Ven a Mi

Words that call to heart

From which memories shall not depart

Reflections of days gone past

A Father, a Son, in beauty cast

Words in song of loving grace

Within within our souls we place.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

Grant not power to these demons of dark...

These words from heart to speak the soul…  

The petitioner's plea is heard, the poet responds...

Grant not power to these demons of dark

Hush hush their haunts erase their mark

Be free of judgments and reprisals cruel

Truth and Spirit of Self in light anew to rule

Addict me not to a false quieting of the pain I feel

Make the liberation from a shadowed self a beauty real

Mask not these agonies of the abiding soul

No longer allow deception to demand a toll

Pay not the price of life relegated to sorrow

Live the promise held within each tomorrow

Depression be not a donned cloak of despair

Hold the Faith yet borne of God's loving care

The gift of life and power of will in your story be told

Hail each breath, the cleansing, 'tis the alchemist's gold.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

And so let us all be open to hear the "words and ideas" ...

that we are yet to reveal to ourselves for the deepest of liberation.