Tuesday, February 23, 2016

God’s Grounds Keepers

by Jim Rapp

When God said to man
“Fill the earth and subdue it.”
Was He thinking, “Golf”?

Sunday, February 21, 2016

A Giant Oak Protects Her Brood in Late Winter

by Jim Rapp

A giant oak stands still in a field of snow,
still clinging, fists full, to wind torn rattling leaves.
Hush wind, be still; you'll not be able to blow
them from stock-still branches till she gives them leave.

You have enlisted rain, ice and snow and still
she clasps her golden brood – still in your stillness,
clattering in your fierceness – still ever will
she still them till spring air has lost its chillness.

Saturday, February 20, 2016

Anything Is Possible

by Jim Rapp

Since all ideas
are made of prior knowledge,
built with ancient stones,

thoughts and languages
that have weighed and measured the
heights and depths, then

who’s to say, “Can’t be.”?
“Can’t do.”? If one can find the
words, it can be done.

Wednesday, February 10, 2016

The Devil’s Doin’

by Jim Rapp

There is a story told
of Satan standing in the cold
weeping, so the story goes,
because, alas, he knows,
that humans love to blame him
for things that are their sins.

But I’m convinced that
he’s most certainly the rat
who invented politics.
When he threw his hissy-fit,
wasn’t that a political rebellion?
Now, all our political hellions

perpetuate his original sin –
pride and arrogance barging in –
speaking in heaven’s name,
claiming heaven’s fame.
Old Nick chuckles at our stewin’
as we replicate the Devil’s doin’.

Monday, February 8, 2016


(A haiku)
by Jim Rapp

Thirty picture frames
surround the mem’ry of as
many golden hearts.

Saturday, February 6, 2016

Too Old to Fight the Cold

by Jim Rapp

At eighty he’s old,
but he’s still feeling guilt when
others endure cold

while he lies in hold,
wrapped in his robe, sipping warm,
reliving, eightfold,

days when he made bold,
fought winter, morning to night,
enduring (enjoying) the cold.