Sunday, July 21, 2019

A Sunday Meditation… An Awakening...


A Sunday Meditation… An Awakening...

     When these is an awakening… 
          and what it is, IS…Inspired Spirit…
               when LIFE becomes the C O N T E N T , 
                    the meaning, the primordial experience, 
                        when breath becomes the rapture,
                             the inborn receiving, the giving 
                                  from LIFE to LIFE,
                                       the C O N T E N T reveals itself,  
                                           Its embrace is felt in an astounding revelation
                                               A word, a concept, a calling of each letter, 
                                                    the awakening to  C O N T E N T...

                                    Creation
                                        Omnipresence
                                            Nurturance
                                                 Treasure
                                                      Exchange
                                                           Need
                                                                Truth
… and so beloved be this companionship of BREATH and LIFE.


Rose Marie Raccioppi
APOGEE Poet



Awakened Faith, APOGEE Vibrational Art, ©Rose Marie Raccioppi, 
The Sounding Light Collection, 






Saturday, June 22, 2019

P E R F E C T ...




Indeed a most glorious Saturday here in New York at The Piermont Pier...
A day in which all is P E R F E C T... and known be… 
     Passion
          Exchange
               Reflection
                   Frivolity
                        Evolution
                             Creation
                                  Treasure… 
the lush of green
brilliant colors in bloom
flowers of divine grace
silence in a serenade of spirit

a visit to the waters at the Piermont Pier 
homage with heart's smile 
monument in honor of OUR VETERANS
words read aloud, their calling felt
the American Flag holding to the glowing sun 
gentle winds creating waves of light

the ambient orchestra
stirring water, soft sounding wind
the rustle of the tall grasses
song birds in choral splendor
a pause, a sigh, a deep breath.


Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

Photos: Piermont Pier, CAR, Collectible Clicks, ©Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2019.
MONUMENT MARKS 70TH ANNIVERSARY OF CAMP SHANKS, WW II BASE LOCATED IN ROCKLAND COUNTY, NEW YORK. WORDS: "TO HONOR THOSE WHO LIVED A CAUSE," BY ROSE MARIE RACCIOPPI, POET LAUREATE, ORANGETOWN, NEW YORK.

Sunday, June 16, 2019

... ever his little girl...


Each letter ...

My Father’s little girl I was born to be
The meaning of love he did bring to me
And as I reflect on what be taught
FATHER becomes real in all he brought
In ways often magical he would proclaim
Each letter what was to be in love’s claim
And so it is in reflection this day with grace
I live what in heart he did lovingly place…

Faith and frivolity
Awareness and aspiration
Truth and treasure
Harmony and honor
Exchange and evolution
Righteousness and reflection


HAPPY FATHER’S DAY

Ever your little girl,

Rose Marie


Monday, June 10, 2019

Legacy of Valor...



WE in Orangetown, New York, Rich in History, WW II and SHANKS LEGACY... An exhibit of The Orangetown Historical Museum and Archives, do plan to visit ...
Yes, as a child of WW II memories ever so real. As Poet Laureate, I am honored to present a banner in PRAISE ~ this outside of Orangetown Town Hall... 🇼🇸

OUR VETERANS
'Tis the vision of freedom and valor within souls we hail
Homage, gratitude to OUR VETERANS ever, ever, to prevail
The gifts of LIFE with vision blessed and bold
This the giving within each Veteran's story told
In reverent celebration of OUR VETERANS, their sacrifices made
To defend our freedoms and liberties our founding fathers laid.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York 



Sunday, June 9, 2019

Such be the splendor... within the will of beauty...



within the will of beauty each bloom a blessed story
be this God’s grace in presence, truth and sublime glory
hue, texture, petals, vibrant and delicately divine
the gifts of this season, the majestic NOW of time.

June 8, 2019 at the New York Botanical Garden, Bronx, New York.


Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

Photos: CAR Collectible Clicks, ©Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2019.

Friday, June 7, 2019

Ascend to the calling...




to defend beyond offense
be this the way of the knowing heart
from which compassion, grace, harmony, bear their start
each holds to perceptions birthed from experience and time
let us ascend to the calling of the DIVINE
                         Deliverance, 
                               Inspiration, 
                                   Volition, 
                                        I AM, 
                                            Nurturance, 
                                                 Eternal,
in thought, quest,  word and deed
and so shall PEACE… PEACE be a blessed creed.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
APOGEE Paradigm™

Friday, May 31, 2019

B L O O M S...




     Blooms and behold, we a Mirror
               from Seed
                    from the glory of Creation                 
                         from time born to Beauty
                              petals of Being
                                   perish and live Anew
                                        Blooms and behold, we a Mirror.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York
Blooms, CAR, Collectible Clicks, ©Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2019.

Sunday, May 26, 2019

Indeed it is so… a beautiful day in this neighborhood…






Indeed it is so… a beautiful day in this neighborhood…

A morning new has come
Feel I the warmth of the brilliant sun
The sweet song of the songbird is heard
Feel I the knowing of THE WORD
Lush, green, and in resplendent array they be
Shimmering leaves upon the towering tree
Azaleas and rhododendrons in blooms of pink and white
Holding to the gift of this day in noon day light
The quiver of new grass gentle below my feet
Here I with earth, with sun, the blessings to greet.

Indeed it is so… a beautiful day in this neighborhood…


Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York


Friday, May 24, 2019

...This Moment... the music of NOW...



the sacred gift of this moment
sun in warming brilliance
air fresh, scented with the grass green and lush
an array of beauty to behold
flowers of mystical form and grace
leaves speaking the gentle winds
sky a lambent blue of pure light
branch, bough, leaf, a songbird song
this outside my open window known
be this the sacred dance, the music of NOW...



Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York 


Tuesday, May 21, 2019

At my front door...


At my front door blooms there be
An array of colors to greet thee
Blessings be known in such delight
They of God's loving spirit and light.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

All In Bloom, CAR, Collectible Clicks, ©Rose Marie Raccioppi, May, 21, 2019.

P A U S E ...


A breath, a sigh, a P A U S E… and so then to paper 
this the way of this poet of Aries birth
moved she is by reflections… past, present and yet to be 
moved by the silence, moved by all there is 
and so expressed be 
P A U S E
Passion, Aspiration, Unity, Spirit, Exchange, 
in words that echo the heart, in words that call to the soul. 

When in the travels of time you choose to 
P A U S E
do allow my invitation to be known
 each poetic offering a
 P A U S E.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

Photo: Courtesy Google Search


Monday, May 20, 2019

Monday Morning here in Tappan, New York... 'Tis Green .. Nature's Way...


thunderous be the night
sounding rains, flashes of light
gardens in libation sweet
the morning new the sun to greet
grass, leaves of trees, and blooms there be
lush be the green of each towering tree
flowers in colors of brilliant array
be this the glory of Nature's Way.



Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York


"Tis Green, APOGEE Vibrational Art, https://thesoundinglight.blogspot.com
©Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2019.

Saturday, May 18, 2019

Joyous Awakening

A Saturday Morning in Tappan 

The sweet song of the song bird
Heard is the lilting grace
The rising sun
Felt is the splendor of light
The grass lush and new
Felt is the joy of Mother Earth
Flowers in opulent bloom
Be these the smiles of Creation
Such be the treasures of this presence
Embraced within the folds of the warming sun
And I a child of Aries
In a joyous awakening to BEING.


Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

This very day…



In my garden flowers in full bloom
With delight now they grace my dinning room
Such splendor and beauty to behold
This be one of Creation’s story told
Delicate petals of color and light
Gathered in loving praise and pure delight
Lush green leaves in majestic array
So be the gifts of Spring this very day.


Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

 Rhododendrons, CAR, Collectible Clicks, ©Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2019.


Friday, May 17, 2019

PHILOSOPHY... The POET...



A student of PHILOSOPHY…– the love of wisdom – and what is it that I was brought to more deeply appreciate, to be willing to be guided by, to embrace as an ideology… a WORD of letters, of sounding, of conceived meaning, each letter a part of the whole that calls for attention… and so, in presentation, each letter as it has come to define the calling truths of PHILOSOPHY… those of ancient times, those of Eastern thinkers, those of Western thinkers … be it that of…
     Passion
          Harmony

               Inspiration
                    Love
                        Omnipresence
                             Spirit
                                 Openness
                                      Praise 
                                          Honor
                                              Yielding… 

to heart, to soul, to BEING.

... what BE the guidance, the visions held by each philosopher that identifies with each calling letter of PHILOSOPHY...this the question that defines my inquiry, my exploration, and the quest that prevails.

With the full splendor of SPRING... green in lush array... I found myself called to what it is that brings Nature to manifest its beauty... is there a PHILOSOPHY that Nature is meant to guide us to? And so I took to the WORD... its revelation delicate, powerful, embracing, indeed TRUTH calling!! 

...the POET... the PHILOSOPHER .... The commonality be the letters, P...O..E... within the two. Yes, each in response to Passion, to Omnipresence, to Exchange..., the T... be it known by the POET, and yet to be found by the PHILOSOPHER?? And when a POET,  and when a PHILOSOPHER,  or a student of PHILOSOPHY .... is it not TRUTH that is sought? 

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate ~ Orangetown, New York
Founder/Director
APOGEE Paradigm™


Thursday, May 9, 2019

Ready for rooftops...




Prince Harry presenting 

I N V I C T U S
G A M E S

THE HAGUE, NETHERLANDS - MAY 09: Prince Harry, Duke of Sussex visits Sportcampus Zuiderpark as part of a programme of events to mark the official launch of the Invictus Games The Hague 2020 on May 9, 2019 in The Hague, Netherlands.
 (Photo by Max Mumby/Indigo/Getty Images)

As I viewed the presentation, listened to the words of Prince Harry,  conveyed and referenced to, "INVICTUS," brought into clear focus was the theme of the presentation, and the heart behind the program offerings . Touched for a myriad of reasons, I came to shed a tear of gratitude and an embracing joy. INVICTUS is a poem that for several decades has been an inspiration to me, and when shared with students of the APOGEE Paradigm™, has been equally impressive and inspiring. It is a poem penned by William Ernest Henley, 1849-1903, in response to his knowing spirit beyond pain and loss.

As you read Henley's words, as you view the presentation, feel the strength, the power, the spirit, the faith, that INVICTUS brings to BEING.
INVICTUS
BY WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul. 
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed. 
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid. 
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul. 
Respectfully,
Rose Marie Raccioppi
Founder/Director
APOGEE Paradigm™

And so I implore...WHO...

W H O

Who heeds the words of this poet
Who listens to these echoes of heart
Who feels the yearnings and the fire
Who sees the vision held clear

Is it the wind that whispers its own song
Is it the sun that warms and nourishes
Is it the moon that sheds its light
Is it the star that guides our way
Is it the seeker that searches for meaning
Is it the stranger who extends a hand
Is it the child who gives a knowing smile
Is it the heart in its pulsing quest
Is it the soul in its moment of call
Is it God in all present grace

Who heeds the words of this poet
Who listens to these echoes of heart
Who feels the yearnings and the fire
Who sees the vision held clear.


Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York



The Word complete
A single letter it be
You claim it as your own
As, too, to others it be known
Followed by two letters, and all is told
'Tis You and the Creator, each to behold.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Founder/Director

APOGEE Paradigm™


I and I AM...



BE it so...an early evening in reflection...
The Word complete
A single letter it be
You claim it as your own
As, too, to others it be known
Followed by two letters, and all is told
'Tis You and the Creator, each to behold.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Founder/Director
APOGEE Paradigm™



Tuesday, May 7, 2019

When SPRING bears its gift





When SPRING bears its gift, a sweet sigh

Blessings of Creation, rooted, in bloom set free
So too, each life on its destined journey

Through each season of change

Sing in PRAISE and GLORY
For within our hearts, within our souls, a sacred story.


Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

SPRING bears its gift, photos: CAR, Collectible Clicks, 
©Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2019.

Thursday, May 2, 2019

Two Of My Favorite Things...



Green Frog... a Prince within heart
Butterfly ... with beauty and grace ne'er depart
These are two of my favorite things...


Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

I have a collection of hand carved crystal/gem stone frogs. When 5 years of age, my Godmother read the tale of The Frog Prince.. being told that LOVE expressed and the affection of a kiss transformed the Frog back to the Prince he was meant to be... the Frog became the call for LOVE and TRNSFORMATION... A theme that is ever held in heart with loving JOY.


Too, as a young girl, I was a butterfly in a school play about Spring... yes, in flight was the spirit, beautifully delicate, magically colorful, divinely in deliverance.
My Favorite Things...
Richard Rogers
Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens
Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens
Brown paper packages tied up with strings
These are a few of my favorite things


Cream-colored ponies and crisp apple strudels
Doorbells and sleigh bells and schnitzel with noodles
Wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings
These are a few of my favorite things

Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes
Snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes
Silver white winters that melt into springs
These are a few of my favorite things

When the dog bites, when the bee stings
When I'm feeling sad
I simply remember my favorite things
And then I don't feel so bad

Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens
Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens
Brown paper packages tied up with strings
These are a few of my favorite things

Cream-colored ponies and crisp apple strudels
Doorbells and sleigh bells and schnitzel with noodles
Wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings
These are a few of my favorite things

Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes
Snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes
Silver white winters that melt into springs
These are a few of my favorite things

When the dog bites, when the bee stings
When I'm feeling sad
I simply remember my favorite things
And then I don't feel so bad.