Sunday, December 19, 2021

With Each Breath New

 



With Each Breath New
I AM the light of the dawning day
the gentle call of the wind
the sweet song bird song
the moon that calls to the tides
the sun that touches a bloom
the soaring eagle that rises above the storm
I AM the light of the dawning day
the star that shines ever so brightly
the rain that in libation gives its gift
the thunder that sounds the spirit of change
the butterfly that holds to such delicate beauty
the rose with petals softly velvet and piercing thorns
I AM the light of the dawning day
the beauty and the prowess of the white tiger
the birth child of ARIES
the silence that resounds
the secrets in revelation
the grace and dominion of intention 
I AM the light of the dawning day with each breath new.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York 

In Dedication, In Gratitude to Esther Dederichs

~ when proclaimed anew a gift onto SELF be known ~ 



Monday, December 13, 2021

A calling... a response anew ~ WISDOM OF ALL




“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

Indeed so… 

I, a POET, moved I BE by Passion, Omnipresence, Exchange, Truth... as it calls and calls for expression... know not I its intended revelations, except by reflection and the beckoning of its cadence call . 

When in the midst of concerns regarding the education of our children, words emergent, called to my heart... and little did I know in the embrace of these emergent words that they would be an ongoing counsel for my role as an activist. This in 1988... and in 2021, was awarded by the New York State Assembly, " A Woman of Distinction" designation for leadership in educational reform, community outreach on behalf of those deemed dyslexic, and for serving as the designated Poet Laureate, by Proclamation, of Orangetown, New York, 2021 marking a 10th Year Anniversary.

And so here these words shared anew…

Wisdom of All 

Oh how the mind conceives the thought
With restlessness your heart is wrought
For there is a just and kingly goal
Distant yet touching your crying soul
Be burdened not by task and deed
Lest you be lost to the greater creed
Inspired by self and the knowing within
Shall you pass the haunt, the doom of the din
Listen dear child to thy self sovereign and wise
Heed not to temptation, deception and lies
For it is the tear of joy that you shall weep
When the Promise you vow, you do keep
And when you reach and court the dream
With God's love stand thou supreme
Deception takes not your abiding soul
You have reached a kingly goal
As many may doubt and may berate
You shall prevail for love is thy fate
Guide the children, know their call
With God's tender love and wisdom of all.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York 

The words, "Wisdom of All," are of GUIDANCE, received in 1988 as I was preparing for the 'defense' of a teen who was not understood for his particular learning style and expressed artistry. It was indeed validating and assuring. It was a poem that was immediately held in memory and able to be recited without any further practice. It became the response of what IS ~ Inspired Spirit 

And so I LISTEN and ALL BE Heard... be this the deliverance of: 
Love ~ I AM ~ Spirit ~ Truth ~ Exchange ~ Nourishment, 
onto self, onto others.


With blessings,
Rose Marie Raccioppi
APOGEE Paradigm™
APOGEE Poet

Angel and Child, Relief Sculpture, Ellen Mary Rope, 1855-1934.


Sunday, November 14, 2021

In This Space of Time



In this space of time be it known
There are realms beyond what is shown
In this space of time need and visions to share
There are realms beyond all given care
In this space of time this moment present and each moment past
There are realms ever so near, ever so vast
In this space of time there is the SELF to be claimed
There are realms beyond those held and those so named
In this space of time haunts and echoes to be newly heard
There are realms of Presence and the Sacred Word
The sounding accord of harmonics within
Beyond the clamor, beyond the din
The accord of heart, soul and visions newly clear
This of Faith, of Love, of Presence, in banishment of fear. 

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York


Image: Eternal Clock II by Robbert van der Steeg on Flickr. New York

Wednesday, October 27, 2021

The Spoils of Rain and South Winds Yesternight



Rain and south winds yesternight
A sky of gray be the morning’s 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 and rain holding to nature’s vow
Branches with leaves in the splendor of color some yet be 
Crimson, russet, orange, and gold donned by many a tree
Trees barren of leaves reach to the heaven’s above 
Past the winter to come, Spring anew,  blessings and love.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York 


Spoils of Rain, CAR, Collectible Clicks, ©Rose Marie Raccioppi.


Monday, October 4, 2021

The Wind and The Willow ~ What be these whispers in silence heard




The Wind and The Willow

what be these whispers in silence heard
be it the wind in its echoing grace
be it what pulses in heart’s place
be it of the wind and the willow in whispers divine
be it of the breath that awakens this soul mine.

what be these whispers in silence heard
be it the sounding of waters and flow
be it the calling of what one is to know 
be it the beckoning of the MUSE within
be it the knowing peace beyond the din 

what be these whispers in silence heard
be it the quest that reaches for purpose and time 
be it the need to awaken and revere the divine
be it the felt thirst for understanding and love
be it the blessed lure of earth and the heavens above 

what be these whispers in silence heard
be it the gentle quiver of a bloom anew
be it the touch upon flower of the morning dew
be it the grace of a giving soul
be it the taunts of an unfulfilled goal

what be these whispers in silence heard
be it the Self, Spirit, BEING, as grace
be it what is to be held in heart’s place 
be it the peace that longs to be known
be it the beauty that truth has shown.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York 

THE WIND AND THE WILLOW, Rose Marie Raccioppi, Publish America, 2008. 


Saturday, October 2, 2021

Reflected moments... At this evening hour in Tappan, New York

 


the rising and now the setting of this day's sun
our tasks, our deeds, be they the work done
and when we pause in reverie's embrace
each blessing to hold to its sacred place
tell we another the events of the day
how we have come to define,  THE WAY
precious be reflected moments to share
know we the glory of God's loving care.


Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York


Photo: Courtesy use: Google search.


#sunset
#reverie

Thursday, September 30, 2021

..and so it is… a September Day... Nature's Vow




mountain side fields of green there be
on river banks as waters flow to the ocean to the sea
from Spring to Winter be there ever seen
budding and seasoned leaves of green
green leaves now turning to an alchemic gold
the tales of Fall be the NOW of a story told
dew touched green greets the dawn
the harvest from nature's bounty drawn
in heights that soar a tree does stand
the splendor of green in sublime command
shades and hues now gold upon branch and bough
the grace of green, the grace of change, 'tis nature's vow.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

Nature's Vow, Photo, CAR, Collectible Clicks, 
©Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2011 ~ 2021.


Tuesday, September 28, 2021

... each leaf… "...something of the marvelous."




A leaf that I have had from seasons ago... pressed in a book, in honor of a beautiful Fall outing... its 'veins' reminding me of the life forces within each of us. 

In all things of nature,
there is something of the marvelous.
~ Aristotle


... each leaf…

touches of color brilliant and bold
the glory of a season be it now told
veins of life in majestic flow
the heart of SELF the leaf does know
each leaf holds within its creation divine
the breath of life lovingly sublime
known be this eternal quest and fire
life in all its beauty and expressive desire.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York



Saturday, September 25, 2021

This Saturday, a New York September Day


 

The light of a bright moon in the early hours of the day
The dawning and the rising sun, time itself at play 
Leaves in captivating colors of crimson and gold
The season of Fall in glory its tale be now told
The chirping of birds, perched, and in soaring flight
Such be the blessings of this noon day light 
A deep sigh and a loving peace be known anew
This our BEING, the grace of GOD in blessings onto you. 


Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York


Photo: Rustling Leaves, CAR, Collectible Clicks, ©Rose Marie Raccioppi.


Sunday, September 19, 2021

Dragonfly ~ A Request ~ A Fulfillment …

 










A Request ~ A Fulfillment …

I presented a request to Andrew Weitzer confident of its fulfillment. He is a Nature Photographer Extraordinaire. One can only marvel at his level of mastery. Andrew captures, the essence, the strength. the power, the beauty, the uniqueness, of his subjects, such that they become alive as we view them in their natural abodes. 

These supernal photographs of Dragonflies,  have been gifted to me from one who was my 5th Grade Student, Class of 1963,  Public School 106, Bronx, New York. 

YES, with JOY received.

Love it is,

Rose Marie Raccioppi 

Photos: Andrew Weitzer,  2021.


Dragonfly

Dragonfly upon your wings I yet fly
Taken to frog ponds, to vistas on high
Your mystery, abiding wonder, and grace 
Withn the joy of heart found is your place
From time beyond my grasp, your presence known
The majesty of creation your embodiment shown
Many a wisdom tale to be heard
Echoes, Echoes, of the Creator's WORD.


Rose Marie Raccioppi 
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York


Grace be known...

 



love I the moon, and stars at night
the depth of blue to the dawning light
in blessings known this day anew
behold the wondrous the sacred true
be ONE with self of trial and goal 
praise be to GOD our blessed soul. 


Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York 


Photo: Light of Dawn, Mark Guilfoyle.


Saturday, September 18, 2021

"THE VOID BEFORE THE BLESSINGS" ... this in expression...

 



 Indeed so... 
"THE VOID BEFORE THE BLESSINGS"
 this in expression...

Wisdom of All 

Oh how the mind conceives the thought
With restlessness your heart is wrought
For there is a just and kingly goal
Distant yet touching your crying soul
Be burdened not by task and deed
Lest you be lost to the greater creed
Inspired by self and the knowing within
Shall you pass the haunt, the doom of the din
Listen dear child to thy self sovereign and wise
Heed not to temptation, deception and lies
For it is the tear of joy that you shall weep
When the Promise you vow, you do keep
And when you reach and court the dream
With God's love stand thou supreme
Deception takes not your abiding soul
You have reached a kingly goal
As many may doubt and may berate
You shall prevail for love is thy fate
Guide the children, know their call
With God's tender love and wisdom of all.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York 

The words, "Wisdom of All,"  are of GUIDANCE,  received in 1988 as I was preparing for the 'defense' of a teen who was not understood for his particular learning style and expressed artistry. It was indeed validating and assuring. It was a poem that was immediately held in memory and able to be recited without any further practice. It became the response of what IS ~ Inspired Spirit 

And so I LISTEN and ALL BE Heard... be this the deliverance of: Love ~ I AM ~ Spirit ~ Truth ~ Exchange ~ Nourishment, onto self, onto others.

With blessings,

Rose Marie Raccioppi
APOGEE Paradigm™
APOGEE Poet

Thank YOU for the post Leo Walton.
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Sunday, September 12, 2021

“Thought creates fields”

 


“Thought creates fields”

What be this nature of THOUGHT … be it as its name calls to the realms of each letter… be it of…
            Truth
                Harmony
                    Omnipresence
                        Unity
                            Grace
                                Heart
                                    Trust
Imagine the ‘field’ that is created from adherence to such calls. We to awaken to the calling petitions… to the fields of all possibilities… to where consciousness allows TRUTH to reign supreme.
across the fields of time and space
upon a path of light to trace
sky and earth and destiny be
the calling, the calling of Spirit's decree.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
APOGEE Poet


Ribbon of Light, Vistas of the Mind, APOGEE Vibrational Art, 
The Sounding Light Collection ©Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2010.