Showing posts with label taunts. Show all posts
Showing posts with label taunts. Show all posts

Wednesday, February 21, 2024

GRANT NOT POWER ...

To DEMONS that echo their lies, their illusions, 
their taunts, their disquiet. 
The plea is heard, the poet responds...

GRANT NOT POWER TO THESE DEMONS OF DARK...
Grant not power to these demons of dark
Hush hush their haunts erase their mark
Be free of judgments and reprisals cruel
TRUTH and SPIRIT of SELF in light anew to rule
Addict me not to a false quieting of the pain I feel
Make the liberation from a shadowed self a beauty real
MASK not these agonies of the abiding soul
No longer allow deception to demand a toll
Pay not the price of life relegated to sorrow
Live the promise held within each tomorrow
Depression be not a donned cloak of despair
Hold the Faith yet borne of GOD's loving care
The gift of life and power of will in your story be told
Hail each breath, the cleansing, 'tis the alchemist's gold
See behind the MASK beyond the veil
See the denied pain that is yet to prevail
The masquerade and pretense held to conceal
The SELF that TRUTH alone is to reveal
Reveal, I hear this blessed command
Cloak not the quiver of shadow close at hand
Remove pretense and the MASK donned to conceal
The TRUTH, the deep knowing, this knowing real
Confront and resolve, the supernal summons a call
Beyond all consideration, TRUTH to lay bear ALL
To the plea of this petition I to heed
For TRUTH, 'tis ever the rightful creed.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

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Dear Friends, Followers, Family ... an interpretation ... pleased to share... . 
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This beautiful poem by Rose Marie Raccioppi speaks to the struggle between darkness and light, the battle within ourselves, and the quest for truth and authenticity. Let’s explore its meaning:
Demons of Dark: The poem begins by urging us not to grant power to these “demons of dark.” These could represent negative thoughts, fears, or inner struggles that haunt us. By refusing to empower them, we can overcome their influence.
Judgments and Reprisals: The poem encourages us to be free from harsh judgments and reprisals. Instead, it suggests embracing our true selves, allowing our spirit and truth to shine brightly.
Quiet the Pain: The line “Addict me not to a false quieting of the pain I feel” emphasizes the importance of facing our pain rather than suppressing it. True healing comes from acknowledging and addressing our inner struggles.
Liberation from Shadowed Self: The poem speaks of liberation from a shadowed self, suggesting that authenticity and vulnerability lead to true beauty. We should remove the masks we wear to hide our pain and reveal our true selves.
Depression and Faith: Depression is likened to a cloak of despair. However, the poem reminds us to hold onto faith and trust in a higher power’s loving care. Even in our darkest moments, there is hope.
The Gift of Life: Each breath is described as “the alchemist’s gold.” Life itself is a precious gift, and our power lies in our will to shape our own story.
Seeing Beyond the Mask: The poem urges us to see beyond the masks we wear—the pretense and deception—to reveal our inner truth. This truth is what truly matters.
Confronting and Resolving: The final lines call us to confront and resolve our inner conflicts. Truth is our guiding light, and it is our duty to lay bare all that we are.
Rose Marie Raccioppi, as the Poet Laureate of Orangetown, New York, beautifully captures the human experience in this thought-provoking poem. ðŸŒŸ✨

Saturday, January 13, 2018

A Depiction...a Deliverance...




A depiction... a deliverance... YES... ME... 

Reflections, reverie, and the passion of the NOW… 

She to SELF… FREE

Aflame afire free
Wild winds of spirit
Passions unleashed
And so she soars to vistas unknown
Lucid dreams of emergent colors
Cast upon canvas stark
Worlds in rhythmic motion
Poetic dialogues
Sounds lyrical, sweet, thunderous
Pulsing, pulsing, pulsing
Her heart a vibrant chord
Sounding, sounding, sounding
Drums, bells, bowls, vibrating tuning forks
Fill empty spaces with the chorus of soul
Echoes of silence now heard
The taunts of oppression scream free
Derision gives way to deliverance
Deliverance…deliverance…deliverance
The artist, the poet, the visionary
She beckons, she calls
She to SELF…she to SELF
FREE …FREE… FREE.

Rose Marie Raccioppi


Thursday, December 5, 2013

The Dawning Light ~ Alchemic Interlude


Among those who avail themselves of my offerings are those that have had, what they perceive to be, traumatic experiences. One cannot change what the past has brought, but one can construct a new reality, a transformation, an alchemic interlude, an intention ... and so these words in reflection... 

The Dawning Light 

the scars of abuse upon this mind
the echoes of taunts within this heart
the shadows dark upon this soul
momentary be their reign
momentary be I their prisoner
for within lies the power of resolve
for within lies the light of the Omnipresence
for within lies the liberation of spirit
the scars of abuse dissolve into understanding
the echoes of taunts resound with compassion
the shadows dark ascend to the dawning light
and I in the Willful Presence of BEING.


Rose Marie Raccioppi 
Poet Laureate 
Orangetown, New York 


Alchemic Interlude, APOGEE Vibrational Art, © Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2013, http://www.thesoundinglight.blogspot.com/


Thursday, March 31, 2011

He wrote...


Before me words upon paper cast
What is said and what is masked
What do these words deeply convey
What is it that the heart need say
The emptiness and fullness of life be told
By the words that seek to unfold
To make sense of all that comes to evolve
The soul ever in reach for TRUTH and resolve
What contradiction is there to live
What understanding will this day willingly give
Pain and dismay may not to others be shown
This torment held within to Self be known
Confines and pretense these shackles to unbind
And free shall be these taunts of heart and mind.

Rose Marie Raccioppi


Le génie du mal, St. Paul's Cathedral, Liège, white marble, 1848, Guillaume Geefs. 1805-1883.



Thursday, July 2, 2009

In The Mirror


In the mirror my image in reflection
Is what I see real or is it illusion and deception
What am I yet blinded to see
That lies in secret depths within me
What word now upon my soul be a darkening veil
When it is resolve and faith I justly hail
Taunts, taunts, no longer to hold domain
Healed be this heart, I longingly proclaim.

Rose Marie Raccioppi


Mariana in the South,1897, Oil on canvas, John William Waterhouse, British Painter, 1849-1917.

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