Wednesday, June 28, 2017

Idolizing a Rock and Ignoring The Rock
by Jim Rapp

And (Gideon) said, "I do have one request, that each of you give me an earring from your share of the plunder."

Gideon made the gold into an ephod, which he placed in Ophrah, his town.

All Israel prostituted themselves by worshiping it there, and it became a snare to Gideon and his family.

After years of wrangling the great day dawned;
the 10 Commandments were installed on the lawn
of the Arkansas State Capitol; but one day later, alas
Satan attacked them and felled them with one blast.

Michael Tate Reed broke all 10 Commandments,                            
flagrantly, smashing them with his Dodge Dart,                                     
heralding his sins on Face book with great abandment,
er, abandon – smiling broadly for the police photo art,




The sponsor, Jason Rapert broke commands one and two,
and flagrantly, proudly, posed for a photo to prove it.
The flag and the eagle smashed the 1st Law in two,
and the whole "graven" monument broke the 2nd to bits.


















But Arkansans have, like all of us, broken the other eight;
with Wal-mart open twenty-four seven early and late,
Huckabee using God's name in vain (for political gain)
and wardens killing two inmates a night, it is quite plain

that adultery, stealing (in all forms), bearing false witness,
or eying their neighbors stuff, are sins they'd do with no stress.
So who's the Law Breaker, Reed, Rapert, or all of mankind?
"In breaking one, you've broken all," the Teacher reminds.

There is a reason God has hidden Moses' tablets from sight.
He knew we'd worship (but not keep) them; that we'd fight
to the death to "own" those great stones; and Arkansans might,
lord it over Badgers – feeling, on all points, they're more right.

Monday, June 26, 2017

The Opposite Way

(I am the way . . . Jesus)
by Jim Rapp

Going the in way –
We'd advise turn round
and soon to your amaze
you'll find what we found

That an opposite way
has much surer ground
than the slippery clay
of the way you're bound

Take it from Youth who trod
the un-opposite
road of the Untoward
walking toward night

Take it from Age who treads
now the apposite
with no fear and no dread
walking toward light


Sunday, June 25, 2017

Picture Perfect

by Jim Rapp

Innocence
snowbound,

curled
in a borrow
white chair,

wearing
a burgundy sweater,
dark jeans,

reading
a grey-green,
hard-covered book,

pencil
pointed to the sky,

wearing
a stolen,
over-sized tan cap,

snitched
from her sister,

face
framed
in brown hair,

lips
pursed,

eyes
downcast
at the page,

hand
enlarged
by camera's angle,

picture
out of focus
and perfect.


Friday, June 23, 2017

Truthlessness and Ruthlessness

by Jim Rapp

Since that first lie, "You'll not surely die,"
things have gone from bad to worse
but there always seemed to be a tithe of a tithe
who valued truth, who were averse
to advancing the deceiver's subtle lies.

But now it seems a tithe of a tithe of a tithe,
one in a thousand who upholds the true,
exposes the lie and Liar, and desperately tries
to preserve for our offspring the view,
once granted, that truth is preferred to lies.

Only one in a thousand; it's merely a guess,
but I'm guessing because of the shrugs one meets
when decrying the President's truthlessness;
from clergy, and their "evangelical" sheep;
Congressional "Christians" and the VP no less.

When the son of man comes, Jesus asked,
will he find faith on the earth?  Will he?
Faith enough to recognize the contrast
between Truth and the Lie; faith to see
the hypocrites parading behind their masks?

When our President speaks, he lies,
he can't help himself, he lies compulsively;
there is no credible evidence he tries
restraint; he lays his lies for all to see
before his "Christian" voters' eyes.

Those who should be most attuned
to truth; those who profess to follow
Christ the Truth, now prune
their moral scruples, wallow
in Trump's lies, cheer and swoon.

When you return, Lord of Truth,
expect no welcome from the posse
of truth-deniers, expect no ruth
from the righteous liars who'll see
a second chance to crucify the Truth.
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ruth: sympathy


Thursday, June 22, 2017

Secrets to Looking Better Than You Are

by Jim Rapp

Wanna look really slim?
Find a very fat man and stand by him.

Wanna seem really smart?
Speak only a little but smile a whole lot.

Wanna be the best in your class?
Get on your feet and conquer some task.

Wanna feel like a millionaire?
Find a man at the bottom and show him you care.

Wanna appear more humble than you are?
Wave the flag, quote the Bible and drive an old car.

Wanna be known as "balanced and fair"?
Call FOX; they've got a few openings I hear.

Wanna be thought of as the world's best friend?
Be one; find someone in need and extend them a hand.


Wednesday, June 21, 2017

Triumvirate

(Trump, Pence and Putin)
by Jim Rapp

Laughter without joy,
Intimacy without relationship,
Embraces with dagger in hand,
Smiles hiding malice.
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"The quality of a smile can make one die"
Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, Lettre à un otage

"That one may smile, and smile, and be a villain -"
Hamlet, Shakespeare




Tuesday, June 20, 2017

Do You Ever Get Over It

by Jim Rapp

sitting around was never an option
unless the work was done
the work was never done
so sitting around was not an option
unless it rained and forced us in
it seldom rained and forced us in
so sitting around was not an option
unless . . . unless . . . you get the point
the work was never done
so sitting around was not an option

but now that I've grown old
sitting around is the only option
the work is still not done
it still seldom rains
the days are filled with sun
I should be busy – on my feet
but now sitting around is the only option

I worked from youth to age
refusing to sit around
and now it is the only option
will it ever seem right
to sit from dawn to night
does one ever get over it
get over the guilty feeling that
sitting around is not the only option