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 ðŸ’™ to ðŸ’™.

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.