A calling... a response anew ~ WISDOM OF ALL

“I decided that it was not wisdom that enabled poets to write their poetry, but a kind of instinct or inspiration, such as you find in seers and prophets who deliver all their sublime messages without knowing in the least what they mean.” 

~ Socrates

Indeed so… 

I, a POET, moved I BE by Passion, Omnipresence, Exchange, Truth... as it calls and calls for expression... know not I its intended revelations, except by reflection and the beckoning of its cadence call . 

When in the midst of concerns regarding the education of our children, words emergent, called to my heart... and little did I know in the embrace of these emergent words that they would be an ongoing counsel for my role as an activist. This in 1988... and in 2021, was awarded by the New York State Assembly, " A Woman of Distinction" designation for leadership in educational reform, community outreach on behalf of those deemed dyslexic, and for serving as the designated Poet Laureate, by Proclamation, of Orangetown, New York, 2021 marking a 10th Year Anniversary.

And so here these words shared anew…

Wisdom of All 

Oh how the mind conceives the thought

With restlessness your heart is wrought

For there is a just and kingly goal

Distant yet touching your crying soul

Be burdened not by task and deed

Lest you be lost to the greater creed

Inspired by self and the knowing within

Shall you pass the haunt, the doom of the din

Listen dear child to thy self sovereign and wise

Heed not to temptation, deception and lies

For it is the tear of joy that you shall weep

When the Promise you vow, you do keep

And when you reach and court the dream

With God's love stand thou supreme

Deception takes not your abiding soul

You have reached a kingly goal

As many may doubt and may berate

You shall prevail for love is thy fate

Guide the children, know their call

With God's tender love and wisdom of all.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York 

The words, "Wisdom of All," are of GUIDANCE, received in 1988 as I was preparing for the 'defense' of a teen who was not understood for his particular learning style and expressed artistry. It was indeed validating and assuring. It was a poem that was immediately held in memory and able to be recited without any further practice. It became the response of what IS ~ Inspired Spirit 

And so I LISTEN and ALL BE Heard... be this the deliverance of: 

Love ~ I AM ~ Spirit ~ Truth ~ Exchange ~ Nourishment, 

onto self, onto others.

With blessings,

Rose Marie Raccioppi

APOGEE Paradigm™

APOGEE Poet

Angel and Child, Relief Sculpture, Ellen Mary Rope, 1855-1934.

In This Space of Time

In this space of time be it known

There are realms beyond what is shown

In this space of time need and visions to share

There are realms beyond all given care

In this space of time this moment present and each moment past

There are realms ever so near, ever so vast

In this space of time there is the SELF to be claimed

There are realms beyond those held and those so named

In this space of time haunts and echoes to be newly heard

There are realms of Presence and the Sacred Word

The sounding accord of harmonics within

Beyond the clamor, beyond the din

The accord of heart, soul and visions newly clear

This of Faith, of Love, of Presence, in banishment of fear. 

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

Image: Eternal Clock II by Robbert van der Steeg on Flickr. New York

#DivineRelativities

The Spoils of Rain and South Winds Yesternight

Rain and south winds yesternight

A sky of gray be the morning’s light 

Each fallen leaf laden with the falling rain

Their wind swept flight put to tame

A brimming blanket of leaves upon the ground

Quiet they lay, gone their rustling sound

Soft be this bedding of leaves from branch and bough

Winds of Autumn and rain holding to nature’s vow

Branches with leaves in the splendor of color some yet be 

Crimson, russet, orange, and gold donned by many a tree

Trees barren of leaves reach to the heaven’s above 

Past the winter to come, Spring anew,  blessings and love.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York 

Spoils of Rain, CAR, Collectible Clicks, ©Rose Marie Raccioppi.

The Wind and The Willow ~ What be these whispers in silence heard

The Wind and The Willow

what be these whispers in silence heard

be it the wind in its echoing grace

be it what pulses in heart’s place

be it of the wind and the willow in whispers divine

be it of the breath that awakens this soul mine.

what be these whispers in silence heard

be it the sounding of waters and flow

be it the calling of what one is to know 

be it the beckoning of the MUSE within

be it the knowing peace beyond the din 

what be these whispers in silence heard

be it the quest that reaches for purpose and time 

be it the need to awaken and revere the divine

be it the felt thirst for understanding and love

be it the blessed lure of earth and the heavens above 

what be these whispers in silence heard

be it the gentle quiver of a bloom anew

be it the touch upon flower of the morning dew

be it the grace of a giving soul

be it the taunts of an unfulfilled goal

what be these whispers in silence heard

be it the Self, Spirit, BEING, as grace

be it what is to be held in heart’s place 

be it the peace that longs to be known

be it the beauty that truth has shown.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York 

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

Reflected moments... At this evening hour in Tappan, New York

 

the rising and now the setting of this day's sun

our tasks, our deeds, be they the work done

and when we pause in reverie's embrace

each blessing to hold to its sacred place

tell we another the events of the day

how we have come to define,  THE WAY

precious be reflected moments to share

know we the glory of God's loving care.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

Photo: Courtesy use: Google search.

#trees

#tree

#fall

#sunset

#reverie

..and so it is… a September Day... Nature's Vow

mountain side fields of green there be

on river banks as waters flow to the ocean to the sea

from Spring to Winter be there ever seen

budding and seasoned leaves of green

green leaves now turning to an alchemic gold

the tales of Fall be the NOW of a story told

dew touched green greets the dawn

the harvest from nature's bounty drawn

in heights that soar a tree does stand

the splendor of green in sublime command

shades and hues now gold upon branch and bough

the grace of green, the grace of change, 'tis nature's vow.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York

Nature's Vow, Photo, CAR, Collectible Clicks, 

©Rose Marie Raccioppi, 2011 ~ 2021.

#trees

#tree

#fall

#alchemy

#leaveschanging

#leaveschangingcolors

#LeavesTurning

... each leaf… "...something of the marvelous."

A leaf that I have had from seasons ago... pressed in a book, in honor of a beautiful Fall outing... its 'veins' reminding me of the life forces within each of us. 

In all things of nature,
there is something of the marvelous.
~ Aristotle

... each leaf…

touches of color brilliant and bold

the glory of a season be it now told

veins of life in majestic flow

the heart of SELF the leaf does know

each leaf holds within its creation divine

the breath of life lovingly sublime

known be this eternal quest and fire

life in all its beauty and expressive desire.

Rose Marie Raccioppi

Poet Laureate

Orangetown, New York