Gifted to me... Wondrous Beauty

A loving thought brought my way
A flower gifted to me this very day
Such beauty and bloom in travels be sought
And to one's heart Italy be brought
Passion's color and light be known
Wondrous beauty be it shown.

Thank You Matt

Love,
Rose Marie



Photo: I took this in Italy. By: Matt Fascaldi

The Rolling Stones - "Dandelion" (1967)

"...dandelion don't tell no lies..."

Wild Be Your Spirit

wild be your spirit
knowing be your grace
purpose be your destiny
upon field and farm a found place
behold these offerings brought this day
within be Creation's telling way
destroy not this messenger that ever calls
to understand the guiding love of All.


Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York


"A weed is a plant that has mastered every survival skill
except for learning how to grow in rows." Doug Larson

"A weed is but a misunderstood beauty." Rose Marie Raccioppi



Image: Coutesy of Linda Thompson.

Wind, Wind, Wind...

Oh wind, wind, wind
It speaks not a word
Yet its call is known
It is not to be seen
Yet its presence is felt
It is from distance afar
Yet its touch is near
It is ever so free
Yet in bondage to sail and mill
Oh wind, wind, wind
What mysteries you reveal.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York



Oh Wind, Wind, Wind, Rose Marie Raccioppi, THE WIND AND THE WILLOW, Publish America, 2008.

Claude Monet, French Impressionist, 1840 - 1926, A Windmill Near Zaandam Netherlands, 1871.

Blessed BE... Birth Eternal

Ever the Blessings of Life Eternal


William-Adolphe Bouguereau (1825-1905) - Pieta (1876)

The Last Supper

1 Corinthians 11:23-26 (King James Version)

23For I have received of the Lord that which also I delivered unto you, that the Lord Jesus the same night in which he was betrayed took bread:

24And when he had given thanks, he brake it, and said, Take, eat: this is my body, which is broken for you: this do in remembrance of me.

25After the same manner also he took the cup, when he had supped, saying, this cup is the new testament in my blood: this do ye, as oft as ye drink it, in remembrance of me.

26For as often as ye eat this bread, and drink this cup, ye do shew the Lord's death till he come.

Leonardo da Vinci (1452-1519) - The Last Supper (1495-1498)
Convent of Santa Maria delle Grazie, Milan, Italy

Little Hands

Wonder and question
so fills the day
Objects and toys
for fun filled play
Little hands make light
of furrow and frown
Within their soul
they wear the King's Crown
Upon their throne
of majesty and light
They create a world
of magic and delight.


Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York


Portrait relief of children, Ellen Mary Rope, sculptor (1855-1934), 1898.