Autumn’s Array

Autumn’s Array

Red ruby gems in Autumn’s array

Leaves in splendor of color this very day

The jewels of season’s grace fall from the tree

Carried by the wind upon walk settled they be.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

She to SELF...Wild Winds of Spirit

She to SELF...Wild Winds of Spirit 

Wild winds of spirit

Passions unleashed

She soars to vistas unknown

Lucid dreams of distant galaxies

Worlds in rhythmic motion

Sounds silent, sweet, thunderous

Pulsing, pulsing, pulsing

Within her a vibrant chord

She beckons, she calls deliverance 

She to SELF…she to SELF

FREE …FREE… FREE

Wild winds of spirit.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

APOGEE Poet

Efes Antik Kent Nike Heykeli

This relief marks the late Roman period, the 4th and 5th centuries BC. In the right hand is a palm, in the left hand is held a wreath from a bay leaf. The goddess represents speed and power; Nike has the ability to run and fly free. Nike is the embodiment of the concept of victory, the goddess of victory.

According to Hesiodos, she was born of Stylus, the daughter of Pallas and Okeanos. Nike is shown as a young girl with wings, flying feee and gliding from heaven. Nike is also one of the leading names of Athena, ammong the most depicted immortals in sculptures and paintings.

And I at a WOOD TABLE...

The wood table holds the divine signature of the tree
Shades of russet brown in markings of age before me
The quiet beauty of time and strength in grace to greet
Lines, waves of grain, where branch and bough did meet
I behold the majesty abiding in its humility and glory
The towering oak tree, a table with its calling calling story.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York

The Dinning Room, The Table of Oak, CAR ©Photo: Collectible Clicks, Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2018.
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Gifted to Me...

A bouquet of flowers gifted to me

The colors of Fall in splendor be

The light held, joyous be its embrace

Blooms of beauty within heart to place.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

A Season of Change... the calling wind...

A season of change... emergent colors... 

leaves taken by the calling wind...and I...🍂

past shallow waters

to the depths of BEING

past pretense and fear

to the depths of TRUTH

past the silence

to the expressive WORD

past reprisals and judgments

to the grace, the knowing, the beauty of SELF

the SELF as Spirit, Evolution, Love, Freedom

this in each breath of BEING

this in each breath of BEING...

A season of change... emergent colors... 

leaves taken by the calling wind.🍂

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

photo: GOOGLE : courtesy posting.

Andrea Bocelli, Matteo Bocelli - Ven a Mi

Words that call to heart

From which memories shall not depart

Reflections of days gone past

A Father, a Son, in beauty cast

Words in song of loving grace

Within within our souls we place.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

Grant not power to these demons of dark...

These words from heart to speak the soul…  

The petitioner's plea is heard, the poet responds...

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.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

And so let us all be open to hear the "words and ideas" ...

that we are yet to reveal to ourselves for the deepest of liberation.