Friday, August 21, 2015

Figure Twisters

(Alias: Politicians)
by Jim Rapp

Figures only lie because
liars figure ways to make
them resemble truth.

Figure Twisters pause
at nothing; willing to take
north and turn it south,

Willing, for their cause,
to upend the earth to shake
coins from pauper’s mouths.

Figure twisted laws
grease the path the Twisters take;
Hell-bound, going south.

Wednesday, August 12, 2015

Shadows’ Compensation

by Jim Rapp

We’re still waiting for Valhalla (East Ridge) to call,
but while we wait, the plusses and minuses and all,
of Metro Crossing provide us with all we need –
shelter, safety, convenience, even a view. Indeed,
in the last twenty-four I’ve watched two sets of shadows –
evening running east, and morning reaching west –
a parade, venetian-shaded, disafforested, that shows
we’ve reached, if not Nirvana, then perhaps a second best. 

Sunday, August 9, 2015

The Writer’s Psalm

(Ps. 139:23-24 radically paraphrased)
by Jim Rapp

Edit me, O God;
you know my mind.
Proof read me;
reveal my errant thoughts.
Spell-check me;
redline the offensive ways in me.
Make me a book for the ages.
Psalm 139:23-24 (NIV) Search me, God, and know my heart;
test me and know my anxious thoughts. See if there is any
offensive way in me, and lead me in the way everlasting.

Saturday, August 8, 2015

Let Me Say It – “I’m Old!”

by Jim Rapp

Why do so many resist my exclamations of aging;
try to reassure me that it isn’t happening?
Do they think I would have been happier lying
six feet under next to some unfortunate weakling
who lacked my lucky DNA.

No, my aches and pains, my implants, my pills,
my medical appointments are merely
small inconveniences that buy me hours to fill
with love and lovely thoughts clearly
bought with meds and lucky DNA.

For most of human history –  in most places yet today –
a life this long would be the constant envy
of those who, watching others quickly pass away,
wish for my peace and food and doctor’s savvy;
most of all my lucky DNA.