Haiku for Jerry Falwell
Arms wide, he gives
Gospel amounting to Jack
To the touch-me-nots.
Labels: jack-in-the-pulpit, Jerry Falwell, satirical botanical haiku
posted by Julie Zickefoose @ 11:38 AM
18 comments
Julie Zickefoose
I'm an artist and writer who lives in the Appalachian foothills of Ohio. With this blog, I hope to show what happens when you make room in your life, every day, for the things that bring you joy. Strange...most of them are free.
Wednesday, May 16, 2007
Arms wide, he gives
Gospel amounting to Jack
To the touch-me-nots.
About Me
- Name: Julie Zickefoose
Forty-something mother of two, emphatic Leo. Writer, naturalist, NPR commentator,watercolor painter. I live with my husband and two kids on 80 acres of Appalachian woodland.
18 Comments:
Gospel amounting to Jack ... Hallelujah.
Hope this haiku does not cause you to be accused of using your blog as a Bully Pulpit!
AMEN I'm hoping for his sake that his higher power is more understanding and compassionate than Rev. Falwell ever was. Thanks for a great entry.
CP from NC
AMEN! Thank you for such a kind commentary on a less than gracious Interpreter of the Word. I am certain the "Tele Tubbies" will appreciate your expression of grief.
ROFL! VERY well-said! And so creatively!
As my husband said last night, "well, now he knows." I could not stop giggling over that.
Word has it Saint Peter dressed as Tinky Winky for the occasion.
Satirical botanical haiku--I bet that's a first in the blogosphere.
Isn't it wonderful the uses to which one can put poetry?
Amen, sister.
Geoff freaked me out last night. He said, "Honey, you are going to be really sad. Someone famous that you loved died today."
I tensed up, waiting to here Sir Arthur C. Clarke or Anne Rice.
Geoff said, "Jerry Falwell."
I said, "Thank God!"
You, Julie Zickefoose, are a kinder person than I am. I said to my husband, "It's kind of hard to be sad about this one."
What goes around, comes around so the lack of grief seems justified.
As Trixie's husband said... now he knows... and I can't help but wonder how he now feels about the fact that he soooo had it all wrong.
Great haiku! My first thought--wow, only 73. God must have gotten tired of him spouting such hateful speech in His name!
Oh, and I finally figured out the google/blogger sign in!
Christine
Takoma Park, MD
Yo, Help. Could someone up there drop down an extinguisher. My pants are on fire.
The Rev. Jerry
Christine!!!
Oh, big duh from Zick. I blanked. I think it was the elephants and the mention of TN that threw me off. WELCOME to the sisterhood of the crazed daily givers of content! Your comments have been so insightful and spot-on that I've often wished you'd start your own blog. Yay!! Everybody go visit Possumlady!!
Jerry. Thanks for my morning jump-up-and-down, go-get-Bill-and- Lang-to-read-it, giant belly laugh. I'm sorry they sent you downstairs. What a shock that must have been.
I only recently became aware of you and your work. Was very impressed but, am greatly saddened by your post, I would have thought better of you.
Go Julie! You are the Haiku Goddess! Re the reverend...one of my favorite saying goes, 'what goes round, comes round.' Amen!
Thanks for the kind words Julie. Like I said earlier though, my blog can't really hold a candle to y'alls yet. But give me time! And, yes, I've become an elephant junkie. My dream job would be an elephant caretaker at the Elephant Sanctuary.
Nice post--a fitting tribute.
Although they never met the man,
There is much dancing on his grave.
Spin Doctors declared him terminal long ago, and he finally complied.
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