Who, what, when, where -- my asking Why Poem

John Moore, a Getty Images photographer

https://ca.news.yahoo.com/photographer-reveals-heartbreaking-story-behind-155834346.html

Now I'm asking why

Who, what, when, and where

We're supposed to ask

Now I'm asking why

Why why do we make

Little babies cry

Child needs her mama

Why why do grown men

And younger boys grope

Women not secure

Who, what, when, and where

We're supposed to ask

Now I'm asking why

Why why is it smart

To mistreat the pets

Still they love you much

Why why there's no blush

Discriminate race

Religion ethnic

Who, what, when, and where

We're supposed to ask

Now I'm asking why

Why why folk forget

--Uncivilized-- to

Love one another

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- Poem Copyright, © 2018 Jimmiehov,  All  Rights  Reserved  
 - Photo from Yahoo, see link below photo 

 - I'm linked with Marian at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2018/06/unhappy-refrain.html 
 - We were encouraged to write an unhappy song using a vocaloid music app but I don't have one on my Galaxy 5 smart phone.   I'm not sure one could sing this or not.

My Weekends ~~ a 'Memories' poem for Tuesday

Weekend Blues (Memories)

If you'll hold my cane
My bike is ready
I'll get on, be first
Kick-ass weekend's here

Then lively you'll hop
Biker chick today
Watch your hair flying
Your back is burning

We'll ride through the park
'Neath each tree a band
ZZ Top is there
Oops, not 70's

Those were the Kick-ass weekends in Houston, especially Sunday afternoons with rock bands playing everywhere,  almost under every other tree in certain parks. When evening came, the Bayou banks swarmed with overflow to the downtown loading docks.
No more, culmination of the era was the Woodstock like concerts coming followed by rollerblading on the streets. Neither were for me.  I did have a motorcycle and did listen to music in the parks.
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 - Poem Copyright, © 2018 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved 
 - I'm linked with Sanaa Rizvi at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2018/06/the-tuesday-platform_19.html?m=1

Preaching to Fathers -- a Fathers Day Poem

Father and son

 

Father and son duality

It starts with birth and lasts till death

Father son not seeing alike

 

Not exactly my story here

 

Older man alone sat in church

'Twas Father's Day preacher ranted

Man had forgotten now sorry

he came to hear preacher's guilt trip

 

Telling how fathering be done

How so many had missed their mark

So much was missed in molding sons

How the sons now like the fathers

 

Should he leave?  clearly not for him

Shrunken he sat couldn't get up

Preacher said Grandfathers have an-
other chance Teach the children well 

 

Spanned from manners to work ethics 

From respect for the other sex

To making budgets paying bills

Loving neighbors and feeding poor 

 
Feeling better he'll see them more

Maybe their parents, his own kids

Will have some rub off onto them

Shake the preacher's hand turn new leaf

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  - Photo and Poem Copyright, © 2018 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved
  - I'm linked with Brendan MacOdrum  of the Real Toads at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2018/06/weekend-challenge-approaching-fathers.html (read more there at this link)
  - Picture is a "PrintScreen" photo copy of the picture Brenden above used.

 I don't care it's my life leave me alone

a "What makes" poem for Thursday

 

What makes the wind blow

 

What do you think makes the wind blow

I'm not worrying about that,

I don't even know what makes wind

Well smarty pants even fools know,

God in his Glory made the wind

 

Smarty pants you, why does it stop,

you think God makes it start each time

Course not, He made it self starting

Well maybe that's the way all is

and I can buy that, He's real smart

 

I dare say that we've solved the problems

of the world, now what's there to eat

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  - Photo and Poem Copyright, © 2018 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved
  - I'm linked with Karin, aka Outlawyer of the Real Toads at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2018/06/what-the.html (read more there at this link)

Colour my World -- a Poem for Tuesday

https://www.flickr.com/photos/tabor-roeder/16462767919

Composing with Color

Why do I use broken crayons to write
Colors in small pieces I've lost their names
Their wrappers are gone they're no longer proud
Now looking dull still for me they'll wax bright

It's for those bright hues on paper they leave
I'm inspired to fashion my morning thoughts
Evening ones too, even in midday's heat
Mournful sticks colorful hues they invoke

That the color shows through to those who read
That their thoughts and dreams can depart this world
Monocolored and ugly bit brightened
My hope for them those broken crayons bring

"Thanks" to those small naked pieces of wax
You have lightened the young and old and me  
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                           (more)

  - Photos and Poem Copyright, 2018 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved
    (see above link for source of my PrintScreen Photo)
  - I'm linked with Pat (willow_switches) at the Real Toads, http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2018/06/tuesday-platform-colour-world-in-words.html

A Tetractys Poem for Friday

We
Maybe
Do not see
See eye to knee
One thing certain always be you and me

We never quarrel but sometimes we fuss
Doesn't hurt us
Nor you cry
Love I
Try
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Photo and Poem Copyright, 2018 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved

I'm linked with the "Real Toads" at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2018/06/fussy-little-forms-tetractys.html?m=1

After the Rain ~~ a Poem for the Aging

After the rain

'Twas after the rain, you had come
Mother had let us out to play
Went through my junk, founď things that float
Float we did, regular junket

'Twas after the rain, Saturday
You called me in, said let us play
Hot steamy out there, cool inside
We played, soon hot steamy in there

'Twas after the rain, in the home
Parked by the window, left me there
Watch the puddles dry, can't get out
Glad you stopped by, do I know you
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 - Poem Copyright, 2018 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved
 - I'm linked with the Real Toads at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2018/06/fifty-shades-of-rain.html?m=1
 - I'm linked with Sanaa Rizvi at The Imaginary Garden, http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2018/06/the-tuesday-platform.html?m=1
 - Ugo, Japanese for "after rain" per Toni Spencer at kanzensakura.wordpress.com

Under the bridge ~~ a Camera Flash poem

Look under the bridge
Can see Sydney's underpants
Not unlike Paris France
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Photo and Poem Copyright,  2018 jimmiehov6.blogspot.com, All Rights Reserved

I'm linked with Kerry O'Connor at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2018/06/camera-flash.html?m=1

I hope I'm not too risqué, keep in mind the nursery rhyme, 
"I see London, 
I see France, 
I see xxxx's underpants."
(Or has that one been barred now?)

Beneath the Mulberry Tree, a poem for Tuesday

Previously posted for

NaPoWriMo 2018-24 -- Day 24 

We met 'neath the mulberry tree

She said, I don't know you, do I?

I asked how might that be

(The races start now with this girl)

I asked, care for a mulberry?

She said, I'd much rather a date

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Photo and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2012 and 2018, All Rights Reserved 

(I took this picture at Regents' Park in London, about 2012)
 
- I'm linked with By Sanaa Rizvi at The Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Poems In April - The Tuesday Platform, http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2018/04/poems-in-april-tuesday-platform_24.html 

Sanaa would like for us to use exactly 140 letters.  It was in April but changed to 145.

- I'm also linked with NaPoWriMo2018m Day 24, http://www.napowrimo.net/day-twenty-four-4/ 

- And again with Rommy for for Tuesday Platform on May 29, 2018 at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2018/05/the-tuesday-platform_29.html?m=1

another June Bug poem for the Weekend

 

June Bug I found

 

On one of my hybrid roses

Grew a green bug, in fact many

I asked around they all knew not

What nature of beast I had found

 

Some suggested I boil a few

Recommended this hot oil fad

Salt and pepper roast until brown

Scarf down like maggots on a fork

 

Down the hatch chased with sip of Coke

When the stomach rebels fake it

Soda cracker saltines will do

Next time pull the heads don't eat them

 

There will be no next time for me

Trusty sprayer bid "fly away"

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 - Photos and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2006 and 2018, All Rights Reserved 
   [photos originated with my SIL's father, posted on my blog 2006 ]
   [http://jimmiehov3.blogspot.com/2006/10/its-june-bug-no-its-red-october-bug.html ]

 - I'm linked with  Kim Russell at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2018/05/weekend-mini-challenge-insects-and-bugs.html for the Weekend Mini Challenge: Insects and Bugs

 - Kim has retired and is helping kids learn to read better and love it better.  She's having them read up on Insects and Bugs right now, perhaps she or one of the kids can identify these bugs for us.  We didn't really eat any of the bugs picture though they had attacked my Son-in-Law's father's roses. 

 - A part of my June Bug (not) collection, http://jimmiehov3.blogspot.com/search/label/June%20Bug