HONOR bestowed... National Poetry Month April 2020

HONOR bestowed...

In acknowledgment of this last day of April, National Poetry Month, a poem here dedicated to all. An Honorary Proclamation was conferred, dated 21st day of April 2020 to Rose Marie Raccioppi, Poet Laureate, Orangetown, New York, with Golden Seal and signature of Teresa M. Kenny, Supervisor and Rosanna Sfraga, Town Clerk. 

Socrates... beheld be the poet...

“I decided that it was not wisdom that enabled poets to write their poetry, but a kind of instinct or inspiration, such as you find in seers and prophets who deliver all their sublime messages without knowing in the least what they mean.” ...Socrates

This Poet's Pen

This poet's pen with plea in heart

From which words have their start

A tree, a blossom, a water's flow

These the gifts of grace the poet does know

The music, the wind, a songbird heard

The poet so touched and offers a word

The spirits of song, of dance, of music, of art

From the poet's pen ne'er shall they depart

The muse of all to entreat her pleasure

Words of musing, this poet's treasure.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

Sarcophagus of the Muses, detail: Socrates and a muse. From Rome. Marble, 150-160 BCE MA 475

Louvre, Departement des Antiquites Grecques/Romaines, Paris, France.

Pandemic 2020 ~ Daffodils at my door...

Loss, pain, confusion... Pandemic 2020, 

our prayers, our prayers, our prayers... 

daffodils at my door...

And so this moment in the 

PRESENCE of SPRING... 

In Tappan, New York. 

So sweet be the song bird song 

so vibrant be the golden yellow daffodils 

so gentle is the wind at my window 

so bright be the sun that lights the room 

so faithful be this heart 

so prayerful be this soul 

visioning, feeling 

the blessings onto self, onto others

let us this giving day pray 

in gratitude for lives tending lives 

for deliverance, for wellness 

for solace 

for PEACE 

for those who have passed to domains beyond life 

Our prayers Our prayers be they heard

Daffodils to trumpet God's WORD.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

Photo: Daffodils at my door, CAR, Collectible Clicks, ©Rose Marie Raccioppi.

~ HE HAS RISEN ~

Very early in the morning, 
they came unto the sepulchre, 
bringing the spices which they had prepared 
and they found not the body of the Lord Jesus.  

Luke 24:1,3

HE HAS RISEN

This BE in loving grace heard

And known was the TRUTH of HIS WORD

Peace, love and healing did HE bring

Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, let us sing

With unerring FAITH within our hearts HE to live

And to this our ardent devotion shall we give.

H A P P Y ~ E A S T E R

This day in Spiritual Communion

~

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

William-Adolphe Bouguereau, (1825-1905),
Le Saintes Femmes au Tombeau 

(The Holy Women at the Sepulcher) 

The Three Marys at the Tomb, Oil on Canvas, 1876.

HAUSER - "Live in Zagreb" FULL Classical Concert

Each note brings forth a deliverance.... 
  a deliverance of spirit 
    of love 
      of beauty 
        of truth
         of BEING 
           the song bird song 
             the quiver of grass new 
               the gentle winds 
                 the flower that blooms  
                   the seed that knows its destiny 
                     the pulsating grace of our heart 
                       the glory of the sun 
                         the night
                           blessed with the light of stars 
                             be this heard 
                               be this known by such
                                 resounding splendor 
                                   by this music  
                                     by this music 
                                       in deliverance.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

B E A U T Y...

BEAUTY… 

be it known as the seed that knows its destiny 

     be it the bloom that celebrates its revelation 

          be it the heart that pulsates with grace 

               be it the SOUL that is 

                    our Spirit,  

                         our Omnipresence 

                              our Unity

                                   our Love… 

                                        this onto self, this onto others 

this our BEAUTY conceived   

 in each breath of BEING.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

Genesis ... deliverance onto thee…

Genesis ... deliverance onto thee...

Words of this day and an expressed pressing need

Thoughts within consciousness planted, as too, a seed

Is it dismay and expression of dread that I am to hear

Within I declare a knowing Faith, beyond the told and untold fear

Sense I do an awakening to Spirit be sought

And to this, a word of understanding to heart be brought

Listen I, and in a telling, a harvest from Creation's grace

Within each challenge be a lesson in life's book of time to place

And so the sense of pain, loss and fear of the calling moment now

Eased by the Spirit reaping the harvest of Faith's loving vow

Genesis, the rising light in blessings BE

Vistas of deliverance unto THEE.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

Image: 

Genesis, APOGEE Vibrational Art, ©Rose Marie Raccioppi

This day, beyond the deluge is the lambent blue of the sky, the warmth of the sun, the song birds song, the quiver of grass new, the gentle budding of spring flowers, the emergent green of leaves upon branch, nature offers its ever present gifts of beauty and grace... Let us in FAITH hold this in heart. Let us take care in reverent regard. Let us hold sacred breath and life... rise, rise shall we above this deluge, rise, rise shall we above this deluge.

Primal Power of BEING...

Primal Power of BEING

     All pulsates, all breathes, 

          all in its own special way 

               gives and receives. 

                   A seed, a flower, leaves, a tree, 

                       all that is green, 

                           all that bears color 

                                hold to libation, to the rains, 

                                     to the oceans, seas, streams, 

                                          lakes, brooks, 

                                              to the sacredness of water. 

     All that breathes hold to the presence of air, 

          to the energizing warmth of the sun. 

               All that lives are fed 
                     from the nourishment of the earth. 

     Let us breathe as a seed, 

          knowing the bloom that is to be. 

               Let us bloom as a flower, 

                    in its glory, in its special season. 

     Let us discern, decide, deliver, 

          from the consciousness of care and creation.

              Let us hold sacred our BREATH, 

                  the primal power of BEING. 

     Let us with reverent regard embrace 

         and become one with the intent …

              ever the giving and the receiving, 

                   ever the receiving and the giving… 

                        the beauty, the bloom, the bounty, 

                             the beloved, the blessed…

Rose Marie Raccioppi

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