Monday, December 30, 2019

Egg of Gold




Alchemic be this egg of gold
Treasures within it does hold
A golden yolk of brilliant light there be
Magically floating in an embracing sea
Alchemic be this egg of gold
Within is your story yet to be told
For you too, bear a golden light of grace
Within the sea of SELF you to place.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York



On the Sixth Day of Christmas...


On the 6th day of Christmas ...
Six geese a-laying
Abundance be the praying
Within each gift of grace there be
Blessings of creation onto thee.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York



Sunday, December 29, 2019

Morning Dew




Touch I the morning dew
Be this the nectar of a day new
Heed I the ambient sounds of grace
The song birds song in heart to place
The beckoning light I do feel
The gifts of creation ever so real
Blessings fill the moment, the hour, the day
’Tis the calling of divinity, “tis THE WAY.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York



On the 5th Day of Christmas my true love sent to me



On the 5th Day of Christmas my true love sent to me

Five golden rings
Five blessings do they bring
Each finger circled in gold ever bright
Holding splendor and wondrous light
THE WAY the first finger does call
The second seeks TRUTH for all
The third is POWER to do and be
The fourth LOVE shared with a you, a me
The fifth is GRACE divine
All in harmonious devotion mine
A hand with five golden rings
Five blessings do they bring.


Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York


Monday, December 23, 2019

Merry Christmas to All ~ Blessed Be



Merry Christmas to All
Blessed Be

Birth of light, this of divinity's care

Season of celebration with heart we to share
Adornments upon a tree, be they artifacts of love
Pray we to the sacred heavens in vistas above
Songs and merriment fill they the way

Peace and blessings, the glory of Christmas Day
A Christ Child is born, gifts from wise men of three
PRAISE, PRAISE, PRAISE
blessed be this CHILD onto Thee.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York




Friday, December 20, 2019

To a POET, words speak their revelations...




The words SILENT and LISTEN bear the same letters. 
The initiation of SILENT by, S, connotes the call to Spirit, 
and the ending letter, T, calls to Truth... 
The initiation of LISTEN by, L, connotes the call to Love, 
and the ending letter, N, calls to Nurturance
And so be it known
The initiation, the final call 
Spirit ~ Truth 
Love ~ Nurturance. 

To a POET, words speak their revelations. 

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

Image: Photo, CAR, ©Rose Marie Raccioppi, Collectible Click, 2019.


Wednesday, December 18, 2019

Trees Beholden



magic of the day
risen sun
cold winds
azure sky 
sparking ice crystals 
trees beholden
beholden to the glory 
beholden to the shimmering light.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

Trees Beholden, MM, ©Rose Marie Raccioppi, Collectible Clicks, 2019.

Saturday, December 7, 2019

…the pleasure of the POET



Recently I was asked, “What do you feel when you read or hear a word.?”  I, in response: "Sounds, letters be they heard or silent, gather for their mission… to coney meaning to the NOW.” I look to the sounding vowels, the very spirit of the word, the song within  ready for release. I look to the sounding consonants, for the structure they provide, I look to the silent vowels, the silent consonants, for the support they offer. Yes, they present themselves as WORDS in Revelation …  holding to their mission of commune and call. Be this the pleasure of the POET. In repose, reflection, revelation, resolve...

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

Erato, Muse of Poetry, 1870, Sir Edward: Edward John Poynter, English 1836-1919. 
Classicist Painter.


Thursday, December 5, 2019

Within the Mist



...within the mist… 
     the ever present emergence
           the grace of bloom 
                the nurturance 
                     the soaring 
                          this too, our flight to SELF …
                               to our own Spirit, 
                                    our own Evolution, 
                                         our own Love, 
                                              our own Freedom … 
our PRESENCE 💙 to 💙.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York




Wednesday, December 4, 2019

Cosmic D A N C E



...the leaf touched by the chilling wind
     the snow that falls
          the bird song yet heard
               the chimes sounding... 
                    such be this Cosmic DANCE...
                                        the Deliverance
                                           the Ascension
                                              the Nurturance
                                                 the Creation
                                                    the Exchange...  
of breath and BEING. 

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

Image Credit: : hwbrycewrites:just-a-leaf.



Thursday, November 28, 2019

And so it is… here in my kitchen...


And so it is… here in my kitchen...

The bounty of seed and bloom 
this of Thanksgiving grace
From farm, to home, to counter, 
to stove, to oven, to table to place
Such beauty Mother Nature 
does ever so lovingly conceive 
FOR A THANKSGIVING we in JOYFUL CELEBRATION 
blessedly receive.



Gratitude it is…

Ever with love…


Rose Marie Raccioppi

Photo: Here in my kitchen, CAR, Collectible Clicks ©Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2019.



Saturday, November 16, 2019

...and so I ponder...


A leaf, a gem, a crystal, a mineral... and so I ponder...

Could leaves be the very messengers that speak the language of rubies, emeralds, jade, citrine, peridot, tourmaline, malachite? 

These among the myriad of gems of Creation... 
All Above All Below... 
each leaf, each tree, to feed the Earth, 
to transform the Light into crowning jewels. 

A leaf, a gem, a crystal, a mineral... and so I ponder...

As I step into my garden I to greet
The sounding feel of leaves below my feet
From that mighty Oak tree ever strong and tall
This blanket of fallen leaves, gift of Fall
Amber, red, orange and colors of gold
Trees of Birch, Dogwood, mark time and a story told
Leaves alight and with winds do flee
Season of change this be Fall's decree
Warming sun, touched by the morning air
November's gift this hour, sky so blue so fair
These gems of trees in colors bright
Behold the benediction of Creation's light
And so the leaves in time, a blessed alchemy
Mother Earth delivers anew gems of light to be.


Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

Photo: Collectible Clicks, Rose Marie Raccioppi, Credit: Bruno Monginoux.


Tuesday, November 12, 2019

Veterans Day Tribute 2019...


Words delivered In tribute this Veterans Day, 2019

The gifts of LIFE with vision blessed and bold
This the giving within each Veteran's story told
Loyalty, dedication, ascending care be they known
This in valor by our sons and daughters shown
Courage to hold to freedom's call and light
In perseverance the challenge be it day or night
Fortitude, strength, imbued with heart's noble call
Sacrifices of body, limb, in this a growing toll
And when returned to home's welcomed shore and land
Let us in caring response put support in command
It is resolve that humanity calls to be known
Within the grasps of faith, love and TRUTH be shown
The dream yet dreamed shall unfold
And PEACE to be our story told
This gift of knowing to mark the rising way
And we in tribute give honor to our Veterans this very day.


Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York


Indeed a heart touching gathering of community in honor and in gratitude for 
OUR VETERANS, Tappan, New York

As Poet Laureate, Orangetown, New York, I delivered these words ... ever with respect, ever with love, ever in praise... They shall be framed and are to be hung in the Community Room, of HOMES FOR HEROES, Tappan, New York. In commemoration of, "ORANGETOWN HOLIDAY FOR HEROES," Celebration and Brunch.

Sunday, November 3, 2019

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, 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

...and this outside my window...


Tuesday, October 29, 2019

The Tale of Fall Be Told



Each color, a secret held, until the season renewed its vow
For the splendor of color to soar free from branch and bough
In the embrace of the lambent sky and sun so very bright
Leaves of radiant color swept by autumn winds in wistful flight
Brilliant hues of orange, crimson, red, burgundy, and gold
A blanket of leaves upon the ground, the tale of Fall be told.


Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

Blanket of Leaves, ©Collectible Clicks, Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2019.



Sunday, October 27, 2019

Sunday RAIN...



Sunday RAIN...

From trees young, towering, mighty and tall
The spoils of time, the gifts of Fall
Rains and south winds yesternight
A sky of gray holding to this noon day light
Each fallen leaf laden with the falling rain
Their wind swept flight put to tame
A brimming blanket of leaves upon the ground
Quiet they lay, gone their rustling sound
Soft be this bedding of leaves from branch and bough
Winds of Autumn true to the splendor of this season's vow.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York


Monday, September 23, 2019

Mood of a Season New... here in Tappan, New York


lambent blue and clouds of light
gentle wind and sun lovingly bright
be we embraced this new Fall day
the blessed grace of God's Way
the firmament heralds heartfelt love
the glory upon earth from the heavens above.


Rose Marie Raccioppi 
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York


Photo: Lambent Blue, CAR, Collectible Clicks, ©Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2019

At Old Hook Farm




a flower in its grace of bloom
touched be this heart...



Photo: Grace of Bloom, CAR, Collectible Clicks, 
©Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2019.





Thursday, September 12, 2019

And so the Pain, and so the QUESTING for PEACE, the call of our PULSING HEARTS




On this day of September 11, 2019

“And so the Pain, and so the QUESTING for PEACE, the call of our PULSING HEARTS 

Here gathered we pause to remember, to grieve with families and friends of those who were victims of a merciless attack, and to honor the heroes, the first responders of the day, 
and each day since, who have suffered the pain, and loss of life,  from the devastating effects of toxins 
upon lungs, heart and BEING.

With prayer and blessings, today 18 years since the day of tragic loss, the human spirit prevails.. and yet we ask..

Where does the pain go
When man annihilates man
When terror rules reason and heart
When the unspeakable defies God’s name.

This the lament, the cry, the ever present echo of 9/11

Tears, heartache, shock, beyond all conceal
For the pain, the horrors, remain real
Time alone does not ease the grief, the pain
For the inward scars of loss long long remain
Deep within, a blessed wise, to hold, to embrace
Memory of our loved ones within heart we place
Tales of responders, heroic be each deed
Humanity and care, held as a living creed

And we ask anew

Where does the pain go
When a life is saved
When love holds a memory
When grace touches the tearful heart

Where does the pain go
When spirit and soul awaken faith
When destiny abides in God’s light
When the silence offers guidance

Where does the pain go
When determination and resolve assemble
When purpose and plan are set forth
When in the name of God, life, beauty and love are called .

And so we gather

In dedication, in honor, and with everlasting love
The souls that dwell within the heavens above.
And in praise, hear we the sounding call of each name
The dreams, the visions held, let us proclaim
In our hearts grant each their completed goals
PEACE onto our pulsing hearts and departed souls.

Thank You.
Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York




Tuesday, September 10, 2019

...listen...



hear the songbird song
hear the gentle flutter of wings in flight
hear the rustle of leaves as winds blow
hear the sway of branch and bough
hear your footsteps as they touch the ground
hear the pulsing heart
hear the presence of life itself
breath, breath, breath
can there be any greater music…

Rose Marie Raccioppi
APOGEE Poet

Sunday, September 8, 2019

Looking Skyward...



For once you have tasted flight 
you will walk the earth with your eyes turned skywards, 
for there you have been 
and there you will long to return. 
~Leonardo da Vinci

And when your Son captures you looking skyward... 
a pause at the Tappan Memorial Park, Tappan, New York,
 feeling the embrace of the sun and the grace of the day ...
blessed be the moment...

In Haiku Reflection

to be in stillness
butterflies in lilting flight
blessed be God's grace.



Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

Photo; Looking Skyward, CAR, Collectible Clicks, ©Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2019


Saturday, September 7, 2019

Touched by the hand...


Such a beautiful day... At Old Hook Farm...

So delicate be this flower of violet grace
Touched by the hand and in heart to place
Color brilliant and ever so sweetly bold
Within its splendor Creation's story told.

 
Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

Photo: Touched by the hand, CAR, Collectible Clicks, ©Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2019.


Friday, September 6, 2019

A glance away...


in haiku reflection

alchemic it is 
nature in frivolity 
but a glance away.

A  glance away...

To the left of my computer desk, on the second floor of my home, is a window that overlooks a garden of green. Closest is the Dogwood Tree with its amber, gold and red leaves, heralding the coming days of Fall. To the left and right of the Dogwood is bamboo, and further back are oak trees, and pine trees of many seasons.  Here I,  above ground, as the afternoon winds blow, branches bearing leaves sway in lilting grace. Quietude fills my space, and all of nature’s frivolity is but a glance away.

As a young child I would look to the sky for solace, for what I perceived to be GOD,  and unconditional love, for God gave the same sky to me, as HE did to kings and queens. What was on high was to be untouched by hands, to remain pure in its intent, to be where GOD choose to be. In a city wrought with ceaseless activity, I imagined myself in a choir of angels singing sweetly as did the songbirds perched in trees on high.

In reflection, in reverence, I behold the world on high, the tall trees that ascend to spaces above Earth’s ground,  to the nourishment of the sun, the fires that sustain, of the rain, the waters that refresh, of the moving currents of air, the breath of life itself.

YES, quietude fills my space, and all of nature’s frivolity is but a glance away.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York


Photo: A glance away, CAR Collectible Clicks, ©Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2019.


Sunday, September 1, 2019

Blessings of toil and bounty... Labor Day 2019.


And there it is... the delights of Old Hook Farm... LABOR of the land... and so from farm to table, labor of grace, labor of bounty...
With gratitude,
Rose Marie Raccioppi


In Haiku Reflection

the grace of labor
blessings of toil and bounty
of hand, soil, and sun.

Photo: Old Hook Farm, Rose Marie Raccioppi, Collectible Clicks, CAR, 2019.