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