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

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.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

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

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.

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.

…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.

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

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.