…by the ONE so named

 

....by the ONE so named

A stillness, a calm, the air chilled and awakening it be

Trees, branches, and bough, gifts from the grace of thee

This celestial gift before me in benediction I to receive

The wondrous by the Creator in glory to conceive

A silence in this motionless moment of BEING divine

Such be the savor of the morning light, this the gift of time

This season of winter to embrace my blessed abode

Each day, each moment, there be a story to be told

Sweet be the song of wind upon the melodious chime

The gifts of barren trees, light, shadow and wintertime

The All becomes known in each breath proclaimed

The GLORY, the GRACE, the LIGHT, 

by the ONE so named.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

P E A C E

...and this be so... P E A C E ... known to me by Passion, Exchange, Ascension, Creation, Evolution ... within each perception, within each reflection, within each treasured and gifted moment of life, breath and BEING .

The 'telling' of Numerology ... the word P E A C E bears the full number value 23, 2 denoting connection, 3, denoting spirit, the triune, the composite value of 2+3=5, with 5 denoting freedom . A word, a telling, its 'spell' be known...

Rose Marie Raccioppi

APOGEE Paradigm™

Words in Revelation

In TRIBUTE ~ OUR VETERANS ~ 2022

 

THE WORD... and so it is...

 

...and so it IS...

It has continued to amaze me, as well as to fascinate, how 'telling' the Numerological analysis of words can be. The 'spell' of words has been my attentive interest since first leaning to spell, to read, to write, to 'tell' through words. It is this deep fascination and adhering to the call of the WORD of GOD, its sounding call that brought light to the world , that led me to develop the supportive programs that brought, and continue to bring, mastery of reading and spelling, to those deemed, "dyslexic."

Here is my 12th cycle of 7... I am petitioned anew to bring such knowing of "WORD" ~ its sounding, its calling, its configurations, its interplay of vowels and consonants, its consciousness, its energetic signaling, its PRESENCE as the knowing of BEING, as the PRAISE of GOD ~ TRUTH.. be known... the endowment of grace to behold.

A stone, an inscription, THE WORD, an ever present grace... here at my window bearing the blessings of light at this hour...

Rose Marie Raccioppi

APOGEE Paradigm™

APOGEE Poet™

U N B R I D L E D

 

He spoke... I listened ... and in turn a word...

a calling to the Self... UNBRIDLED...

be his artistry, his vision, his quest, his passion, his truth...

U N B R I D L E D

Unbridled be your genius in its expression divine

The knowing, the visioned, the calling of heart and time

The grace of Spirit to hush the discordant claim

Binding shackles be they no more in HIS name

Blessed by the giving, the receiving, heart and hand

Beauty and Truth in Life's command

Unbridled be your genius in its expression divine

The knowing, the visioned, the calling of heart and time.

Rose Marie Raccioppi, MS FABI

APOGEE Poet

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

Founder/Director

APOGEE Paradigm™

Personal Empowerment Specialist

Image Source: Painting: https://turnerfineart.com/.../kathryn-mapes-turner.../

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To Behold

 

To Behold

a setting, a day, an hour, a moment

what is being staged

what script to be followed

what drama to unfold

what revelation to be brought to light

what words, what intentions in fulfillment

what to behold

be it of truth, trust and the treasure of time

be it of heart's yearning of the blessed divine

be it of beauty, bloom and light supernal

be it of enfolds, the grace of the eternal

be it of vision, imagination and abiding love

be it of the sun, the moon, the stars above

be it of You and your questing heart

be it of favor from which You shan't depart.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

APOGEE Poet

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

Image : "Sun, Moon, Stars", Goggle courtesy.

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...m u s i n g... The Poet's Pen

 ...m u s i n g...

The Poet's Pen

This poet's pen with passion 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 rising , the setting of each day's sun

Beheld the splendor of the glory, the ONE

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, received as supernal treasure

Heed I well these callings, these petitions of grace

Within the soul upon paper with pen to place.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

Sarcophagus of the Muses, 150-160 CE, Musée du LouvreFound on the Ostian Way in Rome, in Vigna Monciatti, in the early eighteenth century Rome Pentelic marble (Attica), high and low relief, H. 0.92 m; L. 2.06 m; W. 0.68 m Former collection of Cardinal Albani, then in the Capitol Museum. Confiscated under Napoleon; in 1815 exchanged for Canova's colossal Napoleon Greek, Etruscan, and Roman Antiquities.

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OCTOBER Mood ... here in Tappan, New York

 

Feel the change, the darker and longer night,

the glory in each leaf now russet gold...

and so the October Mood of Nature's Grace...

Spoils of Fall

Three scores of seasons has this garden tower seen

Holding time, touched by moss, and leaves once green

A blanket now of russet fallen leaves, the spoils of Fall

From that mighty mighty oak tree, bold, strong and tall

Leaves taken to wind's flight rest now free

Behold the Oak above, bough and branch barren be.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

Pagoda, Photo, CAR, Collectible Clicks,©Rose Marie Raccioppi

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And so this poet asks... Who ...

 

          

Who

Who heeds the words of this poet

Who listens to these echoes of heart

Who feels the yearnings and the fire

Who sees the vision held clear

Is it the wind that whispers its own song

Is it the sun that warms and nourishes

Is it the moon that sheds its light

Is it the star that guides our way

Is it the stranger who extends a hand

Is it the child who gives a knowing smile

Is it the soul in its moment of call

Is it God in all present grace

Who heeds the words of this poet

Who listens to these echoes of heart

Who feels the yearnings and the fire

Who sees the vision held clear.

       

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

Who, Rose Marie Raccioppi, THE WIND AND THE WILLOW, 

Publish Amrica, 2008.

The Inspiration of the Poet, c. 1630, Oil on canvas, 

Musée du Louvre, Paris, Nicholas Poussin, 1594-1665.

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TAPESTRY... Weavers, creators of tapestry on the loom of time and BEING...

 

Weavers, creators of tapestry on the loom of time and BEING...

A TAPESTRY

the light of the sun

the glow of the moon

the sparkle of the stars

threads of light woven by time

A TAPESTRY

the colors of a palette

the notes of a song

the words of a poet

threads of artistry woven by time

A TAPESTRY

the PRESENCE of NOW

the memory of a yesterday

the vision of a tomorrow

threads of BEING woven by time.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

Tapestry Image: Tarola Decor Wall Tapestry

Versailles, Paris, France

Hercules Room of Royal Chateau

#tapestry #time #light #artistry #BEING #rosemarieraccioppi

The definition, the metaphor, the symbolism, yes, weavers we are...

"Warp and weft are the two basic components used in weaving to turn thread or yarn into fabric. The lengthwise or longitudinal warp yarns are held stationary in tension on a frame or loom while the transverse weft (sometimes woof) is drawn through and inserted over and under the warp.[1] ."

An so it is...the warp. the constant, the eternal, of the supernal graces, the, as above, so below... the weft, the horizontal passages, upon which the day to day, changes, challenges, calls, are 'woven' into the offerings of the heavens, and the dominions of light. The definition, the metaphor, the symbolism, yes, weavers we are...

And so I come to appreciate anew, the JOY of my childhood hours weaving 'pot holders' as gifts to friends and family... The constant, the changing as ONE.

Rose Marie Raccioppi    

September Dawning Light ~ A Verdant Song

 

September dawning light and wind upon garden green

Touches of golden hue upon leaves now seen

A verdant song in wind's whispers I perceive

Nature's palette within Presence conceived

Felt is the quiver of tree and leaf, mighty and tall

The beckoning of the jeweled tones, the colors of Fall

Soft ambient sounds of rustling leaves be they heard

As too, the sacred songs of the perching songbird

The warming sun alight in its supernal array

Embraced I be by this, this September day.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

Verdant Song, APOGEE Vibrational Art, http://www.thesoundinglight.blogspot.com.

©Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2013- 2022.

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Estas Tonne ~ "The Strings of a Bard."

 

I, a poet, a poet laureate, and listen I,  to the wordless supernal sounding of soul, of heart, of the supernal felt, of the supernal known, the supernal expressed by, Estas Tonne.

And so here offered:

Strings of a Bard (acoustic) - Estas Tonne 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wvTzF9h4LAE&list=RDLVB5WbSrorUyI&index=1

Rose Mare Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown,  New York 

Orangetown September 11, 2022 ~ Memorial Ceremony...

Michael V. Lawler

Member New York State Assembly, 97th Assembly District.

Field of Flags,  lives lost 9/11

Moving, heart touching words in deliverance. A poetic dialogue, penned by Rose Marie Raccioppi, Poet Laureate, in presentation by Michael V. Lawler, Member New York State Assembly, 97th Assembly District.

Honored indeed that Michael Lawler, one who exemplifies care, discernment, leadership, visions of justice, equity and protection of rights, gave voice to the pains of loss, gratitude to all responders, and a communal faith for PEACE.

These words newly heard...

On this day of September 11, 2022
We Pause in Remembrance

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 21 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

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Birth ~ Death... and so it is asked... what be the purpose ... and so in reflective dialogue...

 

What BE

what be the purpose of words to share

but to know of one's heart expressing care

what be the purpose of banner and praise

but to bring celebration to our gift of days

what be the purpose to guide and teach

but to know that beauty and truth are within our reach

what be the purpose to know of time, space and measure

but to account for life's perceived treasure

what be the purpose to know of vistas so very far

but to know that we too hold the light of a star

what be the purpose to know of history and time's story

but to understand the ever present quest for power and glory

what be the purpose of drama and stage

but to act out the calling of soul, time and age

what be the purpose of music, dance and a song to sing

but to know the pulsing our hearts do bring

what be the purpose to draw, paint, sculpt, to hold a vision divine

but to revere and mark in splendor a life yours, a life mine

what be the purpose of holding accord of word and deed

but to live the honor of our days as a blessed creed

what be the purpose of each passing day

but to live in grandeur the blessings of THE WAY.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

Pygmalion and Galatea ~ The Artist ~ In Dedication...

 

Each work of art in its particular way speaks its intent, its commune, its quest. I view, I feel, and in response a poetic dialogue ensues and calls to be shared.

~ Rose Marie Raccioppi

The Artist ~ In Dedication...

a purpose defined

aligned be the heart the mind

intent and action and so a plan

do what one must what one can

with valor and bold focus to reveal

what is illusion what is real

and so entered is the arena of life

to hearken to truth and beauty beyond strife

to hold to purpose and soul's vision clear

to breathe creation's breath banished of fear

to capture structure, line and grace

and upon paper, canvas, clay, expression to place

to bring the gift of heart and hand

to God's ever loving command.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

Pygmalion and Galatea, 1890, Oil on Canvas, Jean-Léon Gérôme, French, Vésoul 1824–1904 Paris.

"Late in his career, Gérôme turned to the medium of sculpture. Between 1890 and 1893, he executed both sculpted and painted variations on the theme of Pygmalion and Galatea, as the tale is recounted in Ovid's "Metamorphoses." All of those works depict the moment when the sculpture of Galatea was brought to life by the goddess Venus, in fulfillment of Pygmalion's wish for a wife as beautiful as the sculpture he created. " Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York, New York, USA.

Befitting the words of Pierre-Auguste Renoir: 

"The work of art must seize upon you, wrap you up in itself and carry you away. It is the means by which the artist conveys his passion. It is the current which he puts forth, which sweeps you along in his passion. The pain passes, the beauty remains."

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