Blooms In My Garden

Blooms In My Garden

Such be the beauty of bloom to behold

Petals that grace creation’s story told

Roots feeding branches in an expressive grace

Splendor of green and magenta within heart’s place 

Chambers of heart in pulsing passion they be

The quiver, the majesty of bloom blessed from THEE

Emergent glory of Sun’s prevailing light divine 

Savor as does the Bee, the elixirs, the rhapsodies of time.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

Photo Story: Blooms in my Garden ~ Rhododendron, CAR, Collectible Clicks, 

©Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2021.

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A Post Script 

May 17, 2021

Blessings of beauty, nature in accord this very next day.
Yes, a Butterfly in soaring grace lovingly to mark THE WAY.

Peeking Green ~ 2021

This has been a WINTER to its name here in New York and New Jersey. Today, with yet mounds of snow from the last snowstorm, hints of the SPRING to come are joyfully present. Melting snow, peeking green of blooms, brilliant clear sky, the touch of the warming sun, all within the embrace of quietude and this season's cycle of change... so BE the Glory of Creation.

Peeking Green

The days of March yet young

A bit of time for Winter's season done

Peeking green through melted snow

Winds of winter in gentle whispers yet blow

A sounding serenade through barren branches heard

And the coveted song of a nesting songbird

The crisp leaves of Fall's season yet found

With broken twigs upon this awaiting ground

Driving be the rains upon emergent buds of green

Winter giving over to Spring in this moment seen

Felt is the quiver of ground below my feet

Pulsing be Mother Earth as Spring she greets.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

Photos: Peeking Green, KK. ©Collectible Clicks, 

Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2021.

Thank You KK for capturing blooms awakening 

to the light and joy of SPRING.

Forget-Me-Nots

delicate blooms of a lambent sky
so too, the golden sun from on high
each in its own beckoning way
call to memories of a long gone day
markings with pen in a journal, echoes they be
of times and delight in the embrace of thee
forget-me-nots, be they blooms of memories sweet
a yesterday, a now, ever as one to greet
and so pages and blooms be they offerings to share
the embodiment of God’s blessings and care.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

B L O O M S...

     Blooms and behold, we a Mirror

               from Seed
                    from the glory of Creation                 

                         from time born to Beauty
                              petals of Being
                                   perish and live Anew
                                        Blooms and behold, we a Mirror.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

Blooms, CAR, Collectible Clicks, ©Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2019.

A ROSE yet blooms...

A ROSE yet blooms...

shocking be the news
this ROSE yet blooms
misunderstood be the views
this ROSE yet blooms
deception and deceit
this ROSE yet blooms
pesticides and toxins
this ROSE yet blooms
lawsuits and trials
this ROSE yet blooms
chaos and disasters
this ROSE yet blooms
pain and loss 
this ROSE yet blooms
Creation's bounty ours to hail
beyond all illusion
truth and beauty ever to prevail
t'is the way of The Creator to call to soul
the bounty in praise and so paid be the toll.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

A ROSE, CAR, Collectible Clicks, @Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2019

An added word...

And there it is... the beauty, the delicate touch, and too, the thorns... one is to be respectful of what it is they choose to hold to... be it a trauma, an experience, that can rip through the core of our BEING. Go gentle with SELF... awaken to the beauty and the sacred call of consciousness that dwells deep for our awareness, our reflection, our resolve, our release from that which yet pierces through our pretense. This the way of the WINNING WARRIOR... the APOGEE Acu-Tone™ Paradigm.

In the Garden

In the garden...

blooms in such winsome array

holding to the light of the dawning day

folds of color in majestic glory

be this, be this, Creation's story

beauty to behold in blooms divine

be this the gift of the NOW of time

in the garden heed I a beckoning call

celebrate, celebrate, the NOW of ALL.

Rose Marie Raccioppi 

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

Photo: In the Garden, Collectible Clicks, ©Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2018.

In Haiku Reflection ~ Behold...

In Haiku Reflection...

Behold

the grandeur of grace
vibrant and delicate blooms
triune to behold.


Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York


Photo name: Three
About the photographer:
Valentina, Italian fine art photographer.
Photographs explore the world with its infinite details and nature with its inexplicable beauty. 
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Petals

be ourselves known
petals of the same bloom
tossed out to the winds
to touch the awaiting spirit within.

Rose Marie Raccioppi


Black Iris, Oil on canvas, 1926, Georgia O'Keeffe, 1887-1986, Metropolitan Museum of Art.

This A Monet

This a Monet and this moment real
I in the embrace of this morning in May
The rhythmic sound of rain upon leaf and bough
Birds nesting and in flight outside my window
So sweetly they herald this day new
Lush green dogwoods and azaleas
Dressed in white flowering splendor
And then the sun's light
Morning gives its gift to noon
This a Monet and this moment real.

Rose Marie Raccioppi


The Luncheon, Monet's Garden at Argenteuil, Oil on canvas, 1873, Claude Monet, 1840-1926.

And for your namesake... Vincent You Paint

Tree branches ablaze with almond blossoms of white
Hold they to the joy of Spring in its splendor of light
This blooming array of life new vibrant and so very real
Known be such glory this heart shall not conceal
Delicate and whimsical these blooms of flowers be
Vincent you paint upon canvas and known is Spring's decree.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Blossoming Almond Tree, Oil on canvas, Saint-Rémy, February 1890, Vincent van Gogh, 1853-1890, Rijksmuseum Vincent van Gogh, Amsterdam

On January 31, 1890, Theo wrote to Vincent of the birth of his son, whom he had named Vincent Willem. Van Gogh, who was extremely close to his younger brother, immediately set about making a painting of his favorite subject: blossoming branches against a blue sky. As a symbol of this new life, Vincent chose an almond tree, which blooms early in southern regions, announcing the coming spring as early as February.

Forget-Me-Not

Blooms of azure blue
Centers of a golden hue
Sweet scenting memories in praise
The Forget-Me-Not of yesterdays.

Rose Marie Raccioppi


For-Get-Me Not, Photograph, http://www.cottagegardenandfarm.com

YouTube - ♥♫ Forget me not - ERNESTO CORTAZAR ♥♫(Relaxing piano music)♥♫
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qrei53NV30c&feature=related

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Behold

Red and yellow blooms and brush of white
Waters in shadow, waters in light
Resplendent green, Spring's story told
A vibrant stillness I to behold.

Rose Marie Raccioppi


Behold, Spring Blooms, Photograph, Collectible Clicks©, Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2009.

The Spoils of Spring

Budding leaves of many hues
Reaching branches of the lofty oak tree
The quiver of dawning grass laden with Spring rain
Robins red of breast aflight in my garden near
Blooms of grace and brilliant white
The song of birds distant yet heard
The presence of soft winds and a gentle rain
The silent sounding of growth abound
Such be the spoils of Spring, this day found.

Rose Marie Raccioppi


Windflowers, 1903, Oil on canvas, John William Waterhouse, British, 1849 - 1917.