pitchers tuck by buddy don: that thar garden after a rain

after sum frustrayshun with a manuscrip uplode sos it kin turn into a book (whar i had to do a bunch of wurk all over agin sos twood be ackcepted, witch i still gut a bit of that to go), me n miz bd deecided we wood go by the brooklyn botanick garden on the way to ackupunkchur. heres a cuple pitchers i tuck ...(ifn ye wonta make a comment, ye gut to click on 'link' below.)

waka of budouadana: ally?

AssassinationRight outside the pentagonOf our prime allyAgainst such terror proves ourMisplaced trust in dictators.(ifn ye wonta make a comment, ye gut to click on 'link' below.)

pitchers tuck by buddy don: man carryin pigs in chinatown

tuther day whenever me n miz bd wuz in chinatown shoppin, thay cum a man runnin roun a corner a'carryin three hog carcusses on his back. i run after im trine to git a good pitcher, but he wuz a'movin too fast n the traffick wuz in the way. i still tuck one fer a lil proof ...(ifn ye wonta make a comment, ye gut to click on 'link' below.)

pitchers tuck by buddy don: reddy fer the year of the rat?

as mayhap ye dun alreddy know, 2008 is the year of the earth rat , witch it dont ackshly git here till febwairy 7. me n miz bd wuz over in chinatown tuther day n as ye kin see, thays a'gittin reddy to sell sum rats fer good luck ...(ifn ye wonta make a comment, ye gut to click on 'link' below.)

pitchers tuck by buddy don: not yer daddys chrismus musick

me n miz bd finely gut roun to sum shoppin fer the halldaze, witch i tuck along the camra fer sum pitchers n gut thisn of a chinese man playin amazin musick on his erhu. ye shoulda seen im doin sum slidin notes. whuts mos amazin bout it is how this instermint is made sos them strangs never touches the fretbord, witch that means the feller playin it has gut to have a grate ear ... n he shore did.

pitchers tuck by buddy don: kwan yin

this heres the ackupunkchur lady name of kwan yin, witch as ye kin see, tiz a easy way fer a ackupunkchust to know whar to stick them needles in ye .. that is, ifn she knows whut them lables means n all ...(ifn ye wonta make a comment, ye gut to click on 'link' below.)

waka of budouadana: tears

Some deadly toxinsCan only leave the bodyThrough grief’s bitter tears,Their deep sobs and sad sighingLeaving one refreshed and clean.(ifn ye wonta make a comment, ye gut to click on 'link' below.)

waka of budouadana: axis

Endlessly seekingThe way of the World as itTurns on its axis,The fearless find completion,The timid stale frustration.(ifn ye wonta make a comment, ye gut to click on 'link' below.)

waka of budouadana: inside

One must look insideOneself to find true Judgment,Viewing good and illWith clear eyes to learn what andWhere and why and who one is.(ifn ye wonta make a comment, ye gut to click on 'link' below.)

waka of budouadana: glow

The warm golden glowOf the early rising SunRadiates life, hope,The simple joy of being,To the few who are awake.(ifn ye wonta make a comment, ye gut to click on 'link' below.)

waka of budouadana: illusion

Master of the tides,Illusion, madmen, poets,Even woman’s womb,The Moon seems ever changing,A trick of reflected light.(ifn ye wonta make a comment, ye gut to click on 'link' below.)

waka of budouadana: token

The peaceful Star shinesDown on all alike, whetherAwake or sleeping,Token of eternal hope,Good will and serenity.(ifn ye wonta make a comment, ye gut to click on 'link' below.)

waka of budouadana: lightning

Sudden lightning strikesThe Tower, bringing certainTotal destruction,Changing all that went before,Survival creating strength.(ifn ye wonta make a comment, ye gut to click on 'link' below.)

waka of budouadana: chains

Golden chains adornSlaves captured by the Devil,All of whom could freeThemselves by sacrificingGuilt, hatred and jealousy.(ifn ye wonta make a comment, ye gut to click on 'link' below.)

waka of budouadana: center

Take the center pathMid excess and abstinence,For with TemperanceLie the riches of enough,The glad poverty of want.(ifn ye wonta make a comment, ye gut to click on 'link' below.)

waka of budouadana: cord

Swift Death cuts the cordTo annihilate decayWith transformationFrom what was to what can be,Dreadful only if defied.(ifn ye wonta make a comment, ye gut to click on 'link' below.)

waka of budouadana: faith

In faith let me beAs resolute as the Hanged Man,Who went to his deathBelieving his cause worthyOf the final sacrifice.(ifn ye wonta make a comment, ye gut to click on 'link' below.)

waka of budouadana: scales

Universal scales,Hefted by a stone blind judge,Measure life’s verdict,Without regard to station,Dispensing Justice to all.(ifn ye wonta make a comment, ye gut to click on 'link' below.)

waka of budouadana: threads

The Wheel of FortuneLike the earth, like the seasons,Constantly spinning,Threads together all events,Stretching from birth to death.(ifn ye wonta make a comment, ye gut to click on 'link' below.)

waka of budouadana: lantern

The Hermit’s lanternCasts a sphere of radianceUpon the dirt path,Its weight a burden he bearsSo he does not lose his way(ifn ye wonta make a comment, ye gut to click on 'link' below.)

waka writ by budouadana: cube

With its eight corners,The cube, a sanctuaryShape for our houses,Is Strength both for and againstThe wolfpack of convention.(ifn ye wonta make a comment, ye gut to click on 'link' below.)

waka writ by budouadana: chariot

A two-wheeled platformDrawn by powerful horses,The Chariot testsStrength and skill, yet willpowerAlone can keep it on track.(ifn ye wonta make a comment, ye gut to click on 'link' below.)

waka writ by budouadana: lovers

She looks above herAs he gazes on her face,His hopes as narrowAs seed finding fertile ground,Hers as broad as the heavens.(ifn ye wonta make a comment, ye gut to click on 'link' below.)

waka writ by budouadana: moebius

The moebius strip,All surface and no substance,Eternal outward formWith only one side to show,Plays the Hierophant of shapes.(ifn ye wonta make a comment, ye gut to click on 'link' below.)

waka writ by budouadana: pyramid

Square base of four pointsRising to a lone capstone,It aims at heavenWith an Emperor’s power,A fortress for dusty bones.(ifn ye wonta make a comment, ye gut to click on 'link' below.)

waka writ by budouadana: tetrahedron

The tetrahedronIs the simplest of all shapesIn three dimensions,A fortress of triangles,The Empress of balance.(ifn ye wonta make a comment, ye gut to click on 'link' below.)

waka writ by budouadana: a eggzplainayshun ... n triangle

buck asts a questchun in the comments on yesterdys waka that deesurves a anser:I love these things Buddy. I read them every day.But please, somebody tell me what waka writ by budouadana means.What are the origins of that statement?I've googled it. I still can't figure it out.i wuz beginnin to thank nobidy wood ast. i myself dint know a thang bout waka ere i wuz ast could i rite up a few of em fer

waka writ by budouadana: line

Stretched between two pointsThe line is length, nothing more:Insubstantial edge,Defining one dimension,Geometry’s Magic wand.(ifn ye wonta make a comment, ye gut to click on 'link' below.)

waka writ by budouadana: point

A place of no placeIn physical space, the pointIs logic’s step one,Its slate blank, a cipher, pureAs the nursling Fool’s new mind.(ifn ye wonta make a comment, ye gut to click on 'link' below.)

waka writ by budouadana: star

The downward triadRepresents power flowingFrom the sun to earth,The upward one, what is madeOf it by humble flowers.(ifn ye wonta make a comment, ye gut to click on 'link' below.)

waka writ by budouadana: vessel

To cleanse a vesselOne must empty it of allIts precious contents,Scrubbing its body, leavingIt pure and empty as sky.(ifn ye wonta make a comment, ye gut to click on 'link' below.)

waka writ by budouadana: sunlight

Timid warm sunlightReflects from frigid mountainIce and lifeless snow,Loving touch to frost-bound hearts,First a trickle, then a flood.(ifn ye wonta make a comment, ye gut to click on 'link' below.)

eggsplainayshuns of buddy don: ruff week thanks to migraine mizry

i spoze i orta fess up bout this here past week me n miz bd jes gut thru. the trubles cummenced on sundy last whenever i notissd but ignored one of them optick auras. fer one thang, i keep trine to tell myself that they aint happenin to me no more on a counta i wonta cunvints myself that i aint a'gone have this migraine problem no more. i know that dont make no sense, but tiz how i keep

waka writ by budouadana: needles

The pricking needlesOf the acupuncturistCan scarcely be feltYet redirect energyAs pine needles wave in wind.(ifn ye wonta make a comment, ye gut to click on 'link' below.)

waka writ by budouadana: mayflies

When the mayflies hatchInto their lakeside orgy –Mating, laying, death –Fish feast in greedy frenzyAs anglers use mayfly lures.(ifn ye wonta make a comment, ye gut to click on 'link' below.)

waka writ by budouadana: sun

None can view the sunDirectly lest they go blind,The fiery white beamUnwilling to be seen yetIlluminating our world.(ifn ye wonta make a comment, ye gut to click on 'link' below.)

waka writ by budouadana: waves

In high winds harsh wavesRudely crash against the shore,Flooding, retreating,A violent watery pulseThat mirrors human passions.(ifn ye wonta make a comment, ye gut to click on 'link' below.)

waka writ by budouadana: aura

The optic auraSeems at first a pleasant glow,Yet it presagesThe migrainous suffering,As warm winds predict the storm.(ifn ye wonta make a comment, ye gut to click on 'link' below.)

pitchers tuck by buddy don: waitin fer a train that dont cum

i been feelin a lil lack this pitcher, witch i had one of them migraine auras on sundy n i dint wonta bleeve thats whut twuz to whar i been sick since. tiz a bit lack waitin fer a train that dont never cum ...(ifn ye wonta make a comment, ye gut to click on 'link' below.)

waka writ by budouadana: ducks

Male Mandarin ducksSport brightly colored feathersFor cocksure courting,Their rich plumage reflectedIn the autumn's brittle leaves.(ifn ye wonta make a comment, ye gut to click on 'link' below.)

waka writ by budouadana: berries

The sweet dark berriesHang on hidden thorny stalks,Growing in fissuresIn the crags of lone ridges,Enjoyed only by wild goats.(ifn ye wonta make a comment, ye gut to click on 'link' below.)

waka writ by budouadana: squirrel

The squirrel huntsFor newly fallen acorns,Burying his storeFor winter, those forgottenSprouting with the warm spring rains.(ifn ye wonta make a comment, ye gut to click on 'link' below.)

lambintasyshuns of buddy don: alas poor killer

tuther crawdads in the tank has all dun been over whut wuz left of killers exoskelton, takin apart the bits they could use, leavin only the hardest parts of his brite blue claws. ever so often, one of em gits a hold of a claw n takes it a wee bit more out of it.we figgerd killer mite coulda molted, witch once them crawdads has molted, they git to hidin whar ye caint tell ifn thar thar or not. so

limricks of buddy don: If You Can’t Beat 'em, Join 'em

If You Can’t Beat 'em, Join 'emThe general’s coup was a nifty one,Our ally, a world-class shifty one,Is now a dictator –We might complain later –Or else use NSPD 51!(ifn ye wonta make a comment, ye gut to click on 'link' below.)

waka of budouadana: lightning

Lightning strikes the tipOf the forest’s tallest tree,Snuffing out its life,Its dried leaves drifting to earth,Sunlight pouring through the breach.(ifn ye wonta make a comment, ye gut to click on 'link' below.)

pitchers tick by buddy don: refleckshuns of man hattan in black n wite

i had wurk to do this weekend, but thay wuz a long delayed lunch frum the yunguns, so i gut offn the track n dint do much wurk. but i tuck the camra n tuck sum pitchers, witch i forced myself to use nuthin but black n white fer a change...(ifn ye wonta make a comment, ye gut to click on 'link' below.)

waka writ by budouadana: pendulum

The pendulum swings,Slicing time into moments,Arcing from extremeTo mid-point, as a mind driftsFrom passion to reflection.(ifn ye wonta make a comment, ye gut to click on 'link' below.)

waka writ by budouadana: hyenas

Hyenas fightEach other for the bleatingCarcass they have downed,Waking a pride of lions,Who follow the bloody scent.(ifn ye wonta make a comment, ye gut to click on 'link' below.)

waka writ by budouadana: boulder

The boulder beneathThe tender sprouting pine coneForces roots to stretchFor earth, trapping the hard stone,The pine tree safe in high winds.n jes in case ye missd it, tennessee jed writ a verr nice lil waka or tanka his ownself, witch tiz in the comments of yesterdys post.i will eggsplain why i cummenced to ritin these waka or tanka thangs die-reckly.(ifn ye wonta make a comment, ye gut to click

waka writ by budouadana: wheel

The herd rides the rimOf the ever-turning wheel,Chasing sensation,Dizzily spurning the calmOf the motionless axle.(ifn ye wonta make a comment, ye gut to click on 'link' below.)

waka of budouadana: marble

A clear glass marble, Blemished by imperfection,Catches dusky lightAnd glows, casting its uniqueShade upon the earthen path.(ifn ye wonta make a comment, ye gut to click on 'link' below.)

waka of budouadana: fledgling

To fly, each fledglingMust risk plunging from its perch,Landing hard upon its breast,Only to clamber back upTo try once again.(ifn ye wonta make a comment, ye gut to click on 'link' below.)

waka writ by budouadana: water

Though water adaptsTo fit each unique vesselIt should ever grace,Its droplet tapping rhythmGrinds great granite peaks to sand.(ifn ye wonta make a comment, ye gut to click on 'link' below.)

waka writ by budouadana: a ole form thats new to me

A diamond’s hard faceCan by mere dust be obscured,Its true reflectionsDimmed, as a heart burdenedBy powdery motes of doubt.(ifn ye wonta make a comment, ye gut to click on 'link' below.)

pomes of buddy don: Reserved for Use

Reserved for UseHow can it be that we are so confusedAs not to know what’s torture or what’s not?The very methods Torquemada usedRepulsed us – can it be that we forgot?The process then was called the Water Cure –A staple of the Spanish Inquisition –That it was torture we are pretty sureSince history has stated its position.The Chinese Water Torture was a name–Whoever coined it knew nothing of

pomes of buddy don: As Simple as Sleep

As Simple as SleepIf you thirst to death, water to drinkIs better than the richest home on earth –And if your hunger brings you to the brinkOf dying, then a meal fills you with mirth.If you need to relieve your bowels or bladderNot even joys of sex can feel so good –If you cannot breathe, air becomes the matterThat trumps all pleasure: this is understood.And if you have been sick for days on

mizry of buddy don: tham thar migraines ... back!

i aint had a migraine to speak of fer nigh onto a year, but this weekend i gut caught nappin. i been takin my depakote reglar lack, but i had let it git down to whar i woodnt take 750 mgs everday, mayhap only 500, witch that wuz the furst perscripshun i had. innywho, last week i had one of the hardest ever, teachin ten classes over 5 days n then a volunteer eevent on saturdy ... follerd by that

pitchers tuck by buddy don: beeyootifull weekend

we had us purrfeck wether this weekend, witch it spent the hole time wurkin (by my own choice). on saturdy as i wuz walkin over to a volunteer event way up on the upper east side, i walked thru central park n tuck a cuple pitchers ...(ifn ye wonta make a comment, ye gut to click on 'link' below.)

pitchers tuck by buddy don: a lil nite life on 42nd st

yesterdy evenin as part of a knowledge management effort i am pushin along, we had us a teambildin eevent at the espnzone, witch ifn ye aint never been thar, tiz a lot of fun, speshly them games they gut. they give our bunch sum food n sum cards good fer a hour of unlimited play. i tuck sum pitchers of the folks i wurk with, but theys privutt.corse on the way home i couldnt resist gittin a few of

pitchers tuck by buddy don: them critters

one of the questchuns posed by a reader wuz whuther we had lost inny of the critters that live in the tank, witch thats the 155-gallon aquarium we have in our livin room. purty much all them critters cum thru ok. nary a fish wuz missin, meanin all four of them catfish wuz still prowlin the bottom, witch they all gut names: felix the catfish (11.5 years in the tank), fritz (7 years in the tank),

pitchers tuck by buddy don: sum frum ireland i fergut about yesterdy

i wuz wunderin why i dint have as minny pitchers up on the smugmug gallery whar im a'keepin all them ireland pitchers, so i gut to lookin round on my portabull hard drive n found a slew of em i had dun missd. tiz amazin how hard tiz to git thru over 1,500 of em!so heres sum frum a lil boat trip down the river shannon that wuz tuck the day after the weddin. fer one thang, twuz a bit of a sprize to

pitchers tuck by buddy don: lastuns frum ireland fer now

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pitchers tuck by buddy don: the ladys vue

one of the purtiest of all them vues on that thar ring of kerry is the ladys view. we gut out of the car n tuck sum pitchers, witch miz bd wont hardly take a pitcher ifn i kin ...thay wuz feller op thar a'pickin on a banjo in a way i aint never seen nobidy do ere then, witch he wuz a'usin a sangle pick n no three-fanger roll ...point is, thays magick most everwhar ye turn in ireland ...(ifn ye

pitchers tuck by miz bd: whilst i wuz a'drivin on the rong side of the rode

i caint hardly tell ye how purty that thar ring of kerry is, but lucky a nuff fer yew, miz bd wuz takin sum pitchers out the car winnder.them rodes wuz verr narr ... lack as not thay wood be a rang of tress over em, witch that made em seem even more narr ...in whenever it gut to rainin, twood turn dark in em, witch ye kin see the sun wuz still a'shinin!it tuck so much concentrayshun to keep on

pitchers tuck by buddy don: a lil killarney n that thar ring of kerry

furst heres a lil killarney, witch ye kin see how parts of it kindly reeminds ye of gatlinburg ... n they even have fudge fer sale!one of the magickull moments of the trip happend whenever we seen a beach as we wuz a'drivin round that ring of kerry. we stopped n miz bd had her a lil irish whiskey, witch i couldnt have nun fer the hole trip on a counta i wuz takin that antibiotick that i jes