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.)