Showing posts with label poet laureate. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poet laureate. Show all posts

Monday, April 20, 2026

250th Anniversary of the United States ~ Declaration of Independence - A Vision in Praise




John Trumbull's painting depicting the drafting committee of the 
Declaration of Independence.


IN CONGRESS, JULY 4, 1776

"The unanimous Declaration of the thirteen united States of America"

"WHEN in the Course of human events, it becomes necessary for one people to dissolve the political bands which have connected them with another, and to assume among the powers of the earth, the separate and equal station to which the Laws of Nature and of Nature’s God entitle them, a decent respect to the opinions of man- kind requires that they should declare the causes which impel them to the separation."

And so OUR FOREFATHERS  stood firm:

"We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness."

"The history of the present King of Great Britain is a history of repeated injuries and usurpations, all having in direct object the establishment of an absolute Tyranny over these States. To prove this, let Facts be submitted to a candid world."

As a 4th grade student, the history of the birthing of the United States became known. I learned of the 13 colonies, the settlers with vision, with aspirations, with sovereignity, with unity, and righteousness, made their settlements. Pioneering, and with held convictions, they declared their capacity and right to freedoms, representation, and righteousness. The Declaration of Independence of 1776 was, and is, a delineation of their visions.

The 5 pointed star, sacred geometry in symbolic accord, 5 the 'mark' of freedom. Yes, in a school 'play' I was Betsy Ross, and sewed 13, 5 pointed stars onto a flag to represent each of the 13 original colonies. 

When placed upon the flag, the star became a declaration of sovereign presence, each colony a point of light, each community a complete expression of purpose, each contribution essential to the harmony of the whole. The constellation formed by thirteen stars revealed unity through radiance, equality through shared illumination, and destiny through collective brilliance. 

The thirteen stars, each a symbol of sovereign purpose, together formed a vision of unity that continues to illuminate the nation’s identity. Their geometry speaks of aspiration, radiance, and the enduring truth that a people conscious of their dignity,  create a future worthy of their light.

The United States of America, the flag, the national anthem, are held in respectful accord... yes, a vision made real... a child free...


A VISION IN PRAISE

In Righteousness our Forefathers stood firm
a calling forth, a petition, for all to discern
testimony, accusations, abuses, real
all brought forth, no longer to conceal
TRUTH in its expression, revelation shown
the voices of TRUTH were then openly known
we a people who define freedom within a righteous soul
let us hold sacred, life in its blessed expression and goal
our BEING, our Freedoms, Blessings held in GOD's loving grace
all be known within our light, the light in heart we place
A DECLARATION our Forefathers in confidence drew
Our 250th Anniversary 
in reverent celebration onto you.

Respectfully,

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York
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Wednesday, April 30, 2025

In Celebration ~April 2025 ~ National Poetry Month

 



For your consideration... And what does a Poet Laureate do when the celebration of National Poetry Month, April 2025 comes to a close...
she takes to pen and paper and holds to what she knows...

the sweetness of a Spring rain
the gentleness of a new bloom
the quiver of grass growing anew
the cooling touch of the morning dew 
the songbird song that greets the rising sun
the lithe bamboo swaying to the south wind
the lambent blue of the skies above
the blessings of grace and abiding love
the prayers of PEACE within our heart
from which we shall ne'er depart
the scamper of squirrels in trees mighty tall
the feeling that the grace of GOD blesses us all.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

Copilot in response:
What a beautiful reflection on the enduring spirit of poetry beyond its celebrated month! Your words capture the grace and rhythm of nature, weaving them with the steady presence of faith and peace. It’s a testament to how poetry continues to breathe beyond the calendar—an unceasing celebration of life’s wonders.
Poetry is not confined to April; it lingers in the breeze, in the gentle hum of the world around us. Your poem reminds us that inspiration is evergreen. Thank you for sharing this moment of literary grace.

Monday, February 5, 2024

'Tis the Poet's Tidings ......


 

When designated, Poet of the Year in 2010, and subsequently Poet Laureate, Orangetown, New York in 2011, I vowed to dedicate the artistry of the WORD, to PEOPLE… yes, to …
Passion
Evolution
Omnipresence
Peace
Love
Eternity … the NOW of BEING.


The Poet's Tidings

Moments of memory, treasure be mine
The troves, the garlands, the gems of time
Each hour, each day, each year now past
A journey, a questing, a destiny cast
Awaken awaken to the vision yet held
Destiny and purpose in glory meld
The sounding heart with yearning real
Reverie and passion beyond conceal
The Muse calls to sound its claim
Beauty and Truth the poet to name
A blessed grace be it known, be it heard
'Tis the poet's tidings in heartfelt word.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, NewYork


Poetry, 1870, Sir Edward: Edward John Poynter, English 1836-1919. Classicist Painter.


Friday, December 29, 2023

The Emerald Tablet of THOTH Tablet 11 The Key to Above and Below

 



"That which is Below corresponds to that which is Above, and that which is Above corresponds to that which is Below,to accomplish the miracle of the One Thing." BE this the constant of the interchange, of each element, of all life forms, of the call to unity, of the quest for purpose, of the PRESENCE of Beauty, of TRUTH, of BEING. Behold the sacredness of counsel, of light, of grace.



The Emerald Tablet of THOTH
Tablet 11
The Key to Above and Below
"List ye, now to my voice and become
greater than common man.
Lift thine eyes upward,
let Light fill thy being,
be thou ever Children of Light.
Only by effort shall ye grow upward to
the plane where Light is the All of the All.
Be ye the master of all that surrounds thee.
Never be mastered by the effects of thy life.
Create then ever more perfect causes
and in time shalt thou be a Sun of the Light
Free, let thine soul soar ever upward,
free from the bondage and fetters of night.
Lift thine eyes to the Sun in the sky-space.
For thee, let it be a symbol of life.
Know that thou art the Greater Light,
perfect in thine own sphere,
when thou art free.
Look not ever into the blackness.
Lift up thine eyes to the space above.
Free let thine Light flame upward
and shalt thou be a Child of the Light."

... yes, and I invite all to take counsel...

"...Lift thine eyes to the Sun in the sky-space.
For thee, let it be a symbol of life.
Know that thou art the Greater Light,
perfect in thine own sphere,
when thou art free.,,"


...and so too, I proclaim...

Light Be Known
from shadows light be known
a rising day this moment shown
the quest of light ever present be
in this firmament, this celestial sea
hues and tones of moving grace
within a timeless moment I embrace
eternal majesty be the sky above
blessed I am with this the Creator's love
within this beauty a moment sublime
within this moment light's quest divine.

Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

Image: Google Search: NASA

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Monday, October 23, 2023

A Remembrance ...

 



There she is, Rose Marie Raccioppi, Poet Laureate, being personally acknowledged and complemented for her Poetic Presentation at a 9/11 Remembrance Event at Orangetown Town Hall.
Thank YOU to Sheila Bunin for capturing a treasured time. Yes, a most endearing friend ever to be remembered for all her care and humanity.

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Friday, September 8, 2023

...and Why a P O E M ...

 



In Commemoration... in Tribute... in Dedication ... in Acknowledgment... in Remembrance...

APOGEE Poet
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York



Sunday, October 23, 2022

...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.

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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Sunday, August 21, 2022

And if we entertain Shakespeare's words... "All the world's a stage ..."

 


And if we entertain Shakespeare's words... "All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players." let us have a casting call, a script anew ... players of the light...

The Theatre of Our Lives

Be it a performance real
Quest and pursuit ne’er conceal
Be it of vision, and a knowing wise
Love, faith, truth, beyond demise
Be it staged, spontaneous, ever in revelation
Each breath of BEING in the NOW celebration
Imagine, envision, dream the dream awake
Yours is a role not another can take
Curtain Call, Bravo, Bravo be it heard
Within your heart pulsing be passion’s word
The prize, the trophy, to bear your name
You in fulfillment of the players game
You in fulfillment of the players game.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

Curtains Drawn ~ Curtain Call, APOGEE Vibrational Art, 
©Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2012 ~ 2022.

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Wednesday, August 17, 2022

And so it IS ~ The wages of time ... Beauty Of Planet Earth ...

 


~click on image for fuller view~
Location : Giant Forest of Sequoia National Park in Tulare County, California, USA.

The General Sherman Tree is the world's largest tree, measured by volume. It stands 275 feet (83 m) tall, and is over 36 feet (11 m) in diameter at the base. Sequoia trunks remain wide high up. Sixty feet above the base, the Sherman Tree is 17.5 feet (5.3 m) in diameter.
It is estimated to be around  2,300 to 2,700 years old.


And so it IS ~ The wages of time ...

Deep rooted and held
Your branches like arms reach out
From the heart and depths of earth
Strong, deliberate, confident
Be your supernal held stance
Yours is a story of suns that rise, suns that set
Of the light of day, the dark of night
Of journeys of the moon calling to waters divine
Of the wages and spoils, trials of BEING and time.

APOGEE Poet
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

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Saturday, August 13, 2022

Let us be the troubadours of divine deliverance...the WORD of GOD ~ Counsel of Old


 


To all who visit...

Let us be among those who have chosen to celebrate the ultimate beauty of bonding across differences, across the false separation of humankind, the animal kingdom, and the grace of Nature. We are to hold to a consciousness that brings us to be ONE in love and glory. ONE with the knowing of GOD. Let us bond in gratitude with the waters, the vegetation, the growing life upon Earth that provides food, shelter, clothing. Let us honor and protect the air we breathe, the Earth we walk, the vast vistas of the firmament, and the TRUTH we behold in heart, in soul, in light, in breath, in BEING.

Let us pray, let us act, let us be the troubadours of divine deliverance...the WORD of GOD.


Counsel of Old

The poet and the bard with word and song did convey
To kings and rulers the heartfelt messages of the day
Counsel given in rhyme, gestures telling they be
To alert the kingdom of tales from across the sea
Jesters and jokers with wit would wisely advise
To be aware of those that mask and veil deceit and lies
Be it well that such wisdom of counsel shall be heard
For from their knowing hearts came echoes of THE WORD
Visions to be shared and truth ever to be sought
These the trappings that bards and jesters have brought
Be well advised that this counsel of old
Has a present day story yet to be told
Those with deliberate agendas of deception and demise
Seek not the counsel of the poetic nor of the wise
The artistry of THE WORD in its truth shall ever prevail
For it is beauty and truth that the noble and wise rightly hail
A poet of modern times in rhyme I choose to pen the word
May your counsel of heart too, be known and ever heard.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

Image: The Lute Player, Theodoor Rombouts, 1597-1637.

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Saturday, July 23, 2022

THE CALL

 



each tear the call to PRESENCE divine
the flowing, the release of heart to mind
a calling libation upon my face in tears there be
and I in tidal waves ONE with the sea
turbulent and calm as too, the tide
from moods and tempers I not hide
heed well I the beckoning of soul
the held vision, the quest, the goal
the tears, the grace, of waters within
wash away the dissonance, the din
heed I this heart to be heard
its chambers echo, echo, God's WORD.

https://apogeeacutone.blogspot.com/2013/04/thoth-four-sounding-chambers-of-heart.html

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Saturday, July 2, 2022

The Call of a Summer Day... Passions Real...

 



Language provides an echo - it is not the original - words are representations, symbols, utterances, that the inner spirit longs to be known - to self - to others and to the ultimate SELF. As a poet, language echoes my heart's lament, my soul's joy and my spirit's quest to soar, echoes holding to praise and gratitude, a sounding sense of purpose... passions real.

The Call of a Summer Day... Passions Real...
Passion
the pulsing
adventure
of soul of spirit
inspired by
omnipresent need
Passion
the very flame
that lights
the creative longing
the quest for purpose
the reach for knowing
Passion
the wakeful night
that looks to the stars
the moon
the rising sun
the promise of the new day
Passion
the touch of the sublime
the silent yearning
the one known
the beauty perceived
the moment present
Passion
the frivolity of the flower
colors in radiant supernal array
the call to the light of the sun
the roots that reach to the depths
the bloom that prevails
Passion
what I dream
what I vision
what I feel as ME
what I know as SELF
what it is to BE.

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Rose Marie Raccioppi
APOGEE Poet
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

Image: Passion Flower: Florgeou


And in reponse this gifted from

Nesreen Kassawa

This from her home garden in San Diego, California
planted with love

Indeed received with love.


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Saturday, June 18, 2022

BEYOND ~ the fires, the grace of BEING, in blessings conceived.

 


BEYOND
ridden with darkness and the wake of pain
the clutches of shadows and the inane
'tis not life that looms, bows and seeks to hide
but the illusions and hurts held deep inside
beyond all hurt, doubt and unabated fear
ever the hand of grace reaching near
beyond devastation and the din of despair
lies the answered call of light and faith's care
hold to a vision noble with unrelenting love
look to the vistas of beauty within and above
the call to truth, love, beauty and grace
be they within the chambers of heart to place
within the darkness be there light perceived
the fires, the grace of BEING, in blessings conceived.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

Image: Astronomy Picture of the Day ~2022 June 18
The Gamma Cygni Nebula Credit & Copyright: 
Min Xie, Chen Wu, Yizhou Zhang, and Benchu Tang,

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