Sunday, January 17, 2021

As the days’s news has come...

As the days’s news has come to unfold
one asks what be the purpose of a flower’s story told
be it that Nature and beauty is to ever prevail
beyond the reported overwhelming travail
we to know that it is Creation’s blessings and grace
to be lovingly held in heart’s place.
… and so the Lily…
sweet be this budding bloom of white
petals delicate in the favor of light
chastity, virtue, purity, be its calling claim
this a Lily, blessed be its given name
a bloom from a bouquet, a gift received
this the bequest of beauty conceived
and with a sweet sigh I to behold
its allure and the ancient tales told
unfolding be its endearing gift of grace
such ambrosial splendor within soul I to place.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

Photo: ...and so the Lily..., CAR, Collectible Clicks, ©Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2020-2021.

Tuesday, January 5, 2021

The Blessings of a Birth New ~ A Mother's Lullaby ~ Sleep Dear Child

Sleep dear child, this joyous day
Sleep this night, with stars above
Know the light, of God's love
Sleep dear child, you'll find the way
Sleep this night, the day is done
When you wake, you'll greet the sun
Wondrous night, this sky of blue
Brilliant stars, shining new
Rising sun, then night shall be
A new day for our heart's glee
Gone this day, and come the dawn
You will find, a bright new morn.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

Sleep Dear Child, Rose Marie Raccioppi, 

The Wind and The Willow, Publish America, 2008.

Sculpture, Pietro Canonica, 1869 ~ 1959, Italian,
Madonna and Child, 1918, Marble.

~ In loving dedication to a cousin new ~

December 30, 2020

Eiley Katherine O'Regan


Thursday, December 31, 2020

NEW YEAR, 2021


Looking back to days now gone, now past
Looking to the future, days new, days vast
This NOW, what we perceive it to be
A choice ever held by a you, by a me
Many a decision, ours to reach, to make
From the domains of thought and vision we partake
A mind with purity of purpose, intent and direction
Is itself life's questing passion and perfection
Shaper we are of each yesterday and a tomorrow to come
We with the MAKER, our will as JOY as ONE.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

Image: Janus
Roman Republican Janus coin, c. 225-212 B.C.

In Roman mythology, Janus (or Ianus; "archway") was the
god of gates, doors, doorways, beginnings and endings.
His most prominent remnant in modern culture is his namesake,
the month of January, which begins the New Year.


Sunday, December 27, 2020


deliverance, a dialogue of the heart
memories and dreams ne'er depart
the blessings of time and loving grace
on journal pages I do place
held in words and sentiments sweet
the yesterday, the today, the tomorrow meet
breath, the first to come in blessed BEING new
the divinity of life gifted onto you
DELIVERANCE, I declare, and know I life's claim
the light, the glory, the joy in God's name.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

Photo: Deliverance, CAR, Collectible Clicks, ©Rose Marie Raccioppi

Friday, December 25, 2020

Innocence ~ Mother and Child

 CHRIST CHILD... and it was told...

John 1:36 “Behold, the Lamb of God!”

The Grace, the Light, the Salvation
Rose Marie Raccioppi

Painting: William-Adolphe Bouguereau, L'Innocence, 1893.

Saturday, December 19, 2020

Adoration Of The Magi

A Child born and so known and told
Gifts of frankincense, myrrh and gold
Three Wise Men to distance far
Guided by heaven's shining star
A life of devotion, grace and praise
To fill the unfolding of His days
Let it be ever known, ever heard
Jesus, His life, His love, His Divine WORD.

A Blessed and Merry Christmas to All.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

The Adoration Of The Magi, Corrado Giaquinto, Molfetta 1703 - Naples 1766.


Thursday, December 17, 2020

And as it fell...

as the first snow crystals fell 
they upon the barren tree branches
casting a spell of light
the splendor of the sparkle
the gentleness of the touch
the many faceted reflections
an inviting quietude 
sacred be the silence heard.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York