WORDS... Shakespeare Be My Brother...

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.  Rose Marie Raccioppi 

Shakespeare be my brother this very night
As words free and in frolic take flight
Words of anguish, fear and pain
Words of illusion and the inane
Words to claim my longings and desire
Words to breathe these thoughts of fire
For words within the mind conceived
Create the world for us perceived
Recorded in prose, poetry and rhyme
To give purpose to life's gift of time
Words to serve intent and pleasure
Held in journals as one's life treasure
Words of moments present, moments past
And within a recorded history cast
Of all the words I in quest to heed
Silent utterances of TRUTH and sacred creed.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

Image: Google.

... and so heard... Call to Heart

words and visions be they the start

from which pen and paper call to heart

the poet seizes precious moments in time

offers verse free, or with meter and rhyme

upon surfaces vast so does the poet place

words as sounding soul and expressive grace.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

Image: WORDS...words, Collectible Clicks, ©Rose Marie Raccioppi.

Poetry is not an opinion expressed.
It is a song that rises from a bleeding wound
or a smiling mouth. 
Kahlil Gibran

Passions Mine

Seduction and passion's plea
Longing and rapture in reverie
Fervor, spirit's luminous flame
Ablaze the soul calls its claim
Rueful reflection sounds its cry
Muse be summoned to answer why
Enfold yourself in the spark of creation
Now and eternal is all revelation
Brush stroke of color upon surfaces vast
Sculpture set by the artist to cast
Carving of stone with the hand divine
Drawing holding grace in shadow and line
The sounding heart and reaching hand
Music, music, echoes of God's command
Flaming heart of love and boundless fire
Know I of grace and incessant desire
Art, music, words in prose, words in rhyme
Playful musings of these passions mine.

Rose Marie Raccioppi


Baldassare Peruzzi, 1481-1537, a painter of frescoes in the Cappella San Giovanni in the Duomo of Siena, Muses Dancing with Apollo