Showing posts with label writing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label writing. Show all posts

Thursday, March 17, 2011

cumpny of buddy don: mizry luvs cumpny

Miss LibertyVomiting migraine …Psychotherapy later …Yet Miss Liberty,Our kittenish Bombay cat,Claws my knee, begging to play

Friday, April 9, 2010

waka of budo adana: Frocks

FrocksChilly April rains,Crisp afterthoughts of winter,Cool the warming earthAs white tree flowers give wayTo Spring frocks of new green leaves

Thursday, April 8, 2010

waka of budo adana: Smile

SmileWhenever I smile,The whole world brightens,Even in darkness,For a light that shines withinIs reflected everywhere

Wednesday, April 7, 2010

waka of budo adana: Haven

HavenOn life’s stormy road,When there is no place to layMy rain-soaked bodyDown, you pull my aching headTo your breast, my safe haven

Tuesday, April 6, 2010

waka of budo adana: Urge

UrgeTwo AM, awake,Wishing nausea awayUnsuccessfully,Trying to resist the urgeTo howl, to cry, to vomit

Monday, April 5, 2010

waka of budo adana: Pain

PainThe pain is a friend,A faithful companion whoLives inside my skull,Who wakes me after midnightFrom the terror of nightmares.

Thursday, April 1, 2010

waka of budo adana: Renewal

RenewalLichens cling to rocksMushrooms feed on felled tree trunksDung beetles roll dungVultures feast on rotting fleshI chew up my old writings

Wednesday, March 31, 2010

waka of budo adana: Abuse

AbuseHow dare you strike me,A tiny defenseless baby,Unable to walk,Unable to rememberYet unable to forget?

Tuesday, March 30, 2010

waka of budo adana: Risks

RisksMake fewer errorsAnd be less likely to lose,But avoid losingAnd be less likely to win:Plan, execute, take good risks.

Saturday, March 27, 2010

waka of budo adana: Oz

OzThere is no wizardOther than the little manOr little womanStanding behind your curtainPulling the strings of your life

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

pall gies of buddy don: sorry i aint writ nuthin lately

i bin the kinda sick whar ye jes dont have no innerest in ritin nuthin much. mayhap tiz all that thar medicayshun.innywho, i hope to git back at it one of these daze ...

Saturday, September 12, 2009

amazement of buddy don: shoot the devil gits a nuther review!

thanks to them migraine hed-akes, this has bin one of the wurst summers of my life. but i jes notissd that sumbidy writ eem a review of shoot the devil, witch ye kin git yer own copy over at amazon (n read a cuple other reviews) here (cumpleat with waka writ fer ye [ifn ye give me two wurds fer a topick], a chop in chinese that means 'wandering hillbilly' n my verr own signatchur).but even ifn ye

Thursday, April 9, 2009

criticks of buddy don: whut anonnymus sed

ever so often sumbidy cums by to read this here blog that aint one of the 4 or 5 that reads it on a reglar basis. tiz often the case that they wonta attack my use of hillbilly dialeck. let me point out now that i aint trine to say how ever hillbilly talks: whut i rite is as close as i kin cum to the dialeck i herd used by my fambly whenever we wood all gather n tell tales.thang is, i dont bleeve

Friday, February 27, 2009

waka of budouadana: cupla waka squeezed out by migraines

SensationPain emanating?Suffusing? Penetrating?Half a head swollenLike a balloon to bursting?A sensation beyond words?Curse?Awakened by pain,Dense throbbing of left temple,Bulging of left eye,Slowly nagging nausea:Is this life's curse? Or life's cure?

Friday, February 20, 2009

waka of budouadana: Purity

PurityIndividualSnowflakes, unique and fragile,Float softly to earth,Where they unite and coverThe world with cold purity.

Thursday, February 19, 2009

waka of budouadana: bulbs

BulbsPlanted tulip bulbs,Though buried beneath dark earth,Will faithfully sproutIn time to welcome the spring —So our souls grow from hardship.

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

waka of budouadana: Paint

PaintJust as crocuses,Magnolias and tulipsBreak cold winter earthTo paint the world in spring hues,Brave love warms the coldest heart.

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

waka of budouadana: Lessons

LessonsWe all live with pain,For it is the warning cryOf the physical,Without which we would perishAnd miss its vital lessons.

Saturday, February 7, 2009

i posted that thar pome name of 'pat' that i writ yesterdy over on the knoxviews blog, witch in a comment fletch give me this here challenge:how about about a waka on this subject?i tuck eem up on it n heres whut i cum up with ...SummittAn OlympianInjured but domineeringChanged the Ladies gameStarting deep in the hollerAscending to the Summitt

Monday, February 2, 2009

waka of budouadana: Stuck

StuckOn my way to flyAcross the wide green valley,I got myself stuckIn a muddy hole and spentSweaty hours climbing out.that thar waka above is bout the migraines i had this weekend, witch tiz a blessin fer em to cum on the weekend sos i dont lose no wurk, but thay aint no fun. mz bd give me a reiki sesshun, witch it dint brang everthang to a halt, but it did let me sleep fer the rest of the day.