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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