Monday, May 25, 2015

Memorial Day 2015

(A Haiku Quartet)
by Jim Rapp

Day to remember;
this, a day of reflection,
re-seeing the past.

Day to consider;
this, a day to meditate;
re-thinking our past.

Day for repentance;
this, a day for humbleness,
reviewing our sins.

Day of gratitude;
this, a day to surrender,
receiving God’s grace.

Wednesday, May 13, 2015

To Aidan

(From Grandpa)

Silent one, active one,
so keen to be one
like your sister, Kylie is,
doing what your sister does
going where your sister goes.

The day will come
when you’ll not run,
to see where Kylie is
to do what Kylie does
to go where Kylie goes.

When school’s begun
new friends, new fun,
will turn you from
a sister-Kylie-fan
into a different man

But then one day
along the way
you will become again
a sister-Kylie fan
a sister-guarding man.

And in the end
your paths will bend,
and as best friends
you’ll walk again
to journey’s end.

Tuesday, May 12, 2015

Dumb Smart Phone!

by Jim Rapp

I forget the obvious . . . reboot!
My new, new-fangled phone
always crashes when I’m in a toot,
or when, entangled; I am prone
to end the critter’s life beneath my boot;
send it mangled to its hellish home,
when – calmly – I should just . . . reboot.

Saturday, May 9, 2015

The Cultured Fly and the Ordinary Robin

by Jim Rapp

It is May 9th and I have yet to see my first Robin.
I don’t doubt that they have returned in numbers
but my travels these days are, shall we say, “urban”
not calibrated to bring me near red-breasted plumbers.

But I did see my first fly of the season,
a heavy matronly fly, no doubt coming
into the concert intent on finding the reason
doors stood open and welcoming.

She arrived I believe, during Berger’s, “The Banks of Spey,”
drew attention away from the “Short Overture for Strings,”
joined an “impromptu” rendition of, “Happy birthday!”
and after “L’Olimpaide” and “Rhosymedre,” left, applauding.

Such culture in a fly with a belly full of maggots
is indeed unusual, and gives one some hope for the world we live in.
Still – I plead that my preference is not that of a bigot –
I’d trade the buzz of a “cultured fly” in a flash
                        for the chirp of an ordinary Robin

Friday, May 8, 2015

Wild Flowers’ Wisdom

(A haiku trio)
by Jim Rapp

Gold insentience
informing a world, nescient
of otherliness.

Brown-eyed Susans share
fame in fields overflowing
with other flora

shaming sentient
stinginess that leaves no room
for any other.

Monday, May 4, 2015

Ah, Judas

by Jim Rapp

But . . .Judas  . . . objected,
“Why wasn’t this perfume sold
 and the money given to the poor?”
John 12:4,5

Ah, Judas,
How like us,
Feigning concern
While hiding within
Disdain –
To our shame –
for the poor
At our door,
Or our Lord
And His Word.

Friday, May 1, 2015


by Jim Rapp

Old men stand a lot
recollecting what it was
they got up to do.