Monday, October 16, 2017

Babylon Burning

by Jim Rapp
(Haiku form)

Lord, You must have known
that this iniquitous world
could never be saved

The light is so dim;
the salt has lost its flavor;
the prophets are stilled

It’s time for you to
come – the Spirit and the Bride
say, “Come, Lord Jesus!”

This time the fire,
consuming wood, hay, and straw;
Babylon burning

Thursday, October 12, 2017

Autumn’s Philanthropy

by Jim Rapp

A golden canopy,
a golden path;
Autumn’s philanthropy
is more than I should ask.


Wednesday, October 11, 2017

Essential Information for the Digital Age

by Jim Rapp

It is easy to forget in this digital age –
Yes, I know, “age” sounds rather grandiose in a
World speeding through cycles where whim is the rage –
The most important thing to remember each day,
When your cursor won’t deliver your favorite page,
Or your “smart” phone’s games refuse to play,
Is to gather the digital devises with which you engage;
Reboot the rebootable; – throw the incorrigible away.

Sunday, October 8, 2017

Nailed Again

by Jim Rapp

“Would you like some nails, boys?”
Nails were always at a premium,
Along with screws, bolts and boards to make or mend our toys –
Old or new, bent, rusted; anywhere on the continuum.
We’d find a use for them, employ
Hammers and anvil to straighten them.

“There are some nice big nails
On the stove board, back of the heater.”
An announcement like that couldn’t fail
To initiate a stampeded or
A major war – four arms, four legs flail . . .
Only to halt at the living room door
At the sight, on the stove board, of a neat little pile –
Twenty neatly trimmed nails – he'd nailed us once more.

Saturday, October 7, 2017

Sudden Autumn Shower

By Jim Rapp

The deck chairs are shuffled
Together as they always seem to be
Each time a gust of wind scuttles
The prescribed arrangement, pushing three
Together like old women, cuddled
In a corner, sitting knee to knee.
One, a male, I reckon, to avoid the huddle,
Slid defensively against the table, clinging desperately.
All are decked with glistening puddles,
Flecked with ripples scattered generously
By a slowly passing rain cloud, shuttled
Deckward, doubtless just to please the likes of me.

Friday, October 6, 2017


by Jim Rapp

October is the best month of the year,
Summer’s heat is past and winter’s not too near,
The fields and forests astound us with their beauty,
And autumn’s harvests promise winter’s bounty.

Monday, October 2, 2017

A brief Explanation

I know I've been pretty quiet the last few days. I'd like to say I've been off on a deluxe vacation but the truth is that my computer has been in the hospital. I'll be spending the next several days getting it back up and producing again.

I do have a few new poetic offerings waiting their turn so please come back in a few days.