Sunday, June 29, 2014

Wrecking Your Chances

by Jim Rapp

Never write a poem when you are this tired,
it is bound to turn out badly, thus
wrecking any chance you could be hired
as the next laureate of the U.S.

Monday, June 9, 2014

A Gospel Haiku Quartet

by Jim Rapp

The Son is saying
“Come, trust in me, and be
reconciled to God.”

For God so loved the
world that he gave his only
Son to die for it.

The Son came not to
condemn the world but that through
Him it could be saved.

All who call on His
name, and put their trust in Him,
have eternal life.

Tuesday, June 3, 2014

Adjectives Are For Poets . . . Uh, Poor Poets


by Jim Rapp

Authors writing papers with which to “snow”
a simple-minded reader,
news writers determined to make a show –
a “ratings” catcher,
are free to visit the website, “Adjectives to Go”.
But any serious writer –
poets excepted – they’re uniquely in the know –
prefers a solid “doer”,
a truth-full noun or verb without a single bell or bow.