waka of budouadana: meditation

Set down your bright swordTo seek the stillness within,Where meditationCan illuminate your path:Three other swords stand ready!(ifn ye wonta make a comment, ye gut to click on 'link' below.)

waka of budouadana: whirlpool

After the third cup,Thoughts revolve upon oneself –Too wrapped up to seeThe fourth cup being offered –Look up: the whirlpool beckons!(ifn ye wonta make a comment, ye gut to click on 'link' below.)

waka of budouadana: celebration

With but one candleOne can dispel the darkness,In one’s lone corner,Or boldly light three others,Illuminating the room.(ifn ye wonta make a comment, ye gut to click on 'link' below.)

waka of budouadana: dancers

Pirouetting dancers,Two pair of eyes, his and hers,Caught in a long gaze,Smiling then looking away,Nothing spoken, all revealed.(ifn ye wonta make a comment, ye gut to click on 'link' below.)

travel of buddy don: off to ohio

i will be makin a lil trip to ohio fer goodbank this week. i bin thar a few times on a counta we gut a service desk thar that ansers all the calls fer hep cummin frum our cumputer users.i dun noted how thangs kin change on wall street. when thangs is boomin, thays limos to take folks to lunch n seems lack thay aint no limit to whut folks mite spend. then thangs turns tuther way, witch they always

waka of budouadana: threes

ViewsCargo of three sprouts,His path through massive mountains,He views from high cliffsThe wide green valley below,Where he shall plant his future.CommunityRaise we three our cupsIn joyful exuberanceTo home and friends,Great adventures, old and new,The warmth of community.BetrayalAs if three cruel swordsHad thrust into a beating heart,Betrayal kills trust,Whether of friend or lover,Brother,

pitchers tuck by buddy don: vue frum our winder

we knew twuz on its way n overnite it cum as promissd: a big ole wet snowstorm, witch i caint wait to git out in it on a counta i gut to wurk n druther wurk at wurk than at home, witch i dont know how long i kin hold out till i am forced to wurk frum home at lease three daze a week. i reckon most folks wood perfer that, but ... i druther do my wurk at wurk, even ifn it means a'goin out in this ..

pinions of buddy don: more bout folks readin books

ye mite could say it dun hit a nerve whenever steven jobs claimd thay wudnt no future fer amazons kindle on a counta he dint thank nobidy red all that much. corse that wuz ded rong, witch i figger everbidy knew as much. so twuz a nice sprize to see an articull in the new york times name of book lust writ by a feller name of timothy egan on the verr subjeck, witch i reckon ye half to pay to read

waka of budouadana: edge

Perched upon the edge,Striving not to slip and slideDown into the painAnd nausea of anotherLife sapping joyless migraine ...(ifn ye wonta make a comment, ye gut to click on 'link' below.)

waka of budouadana: leaf

The maple leaf growsFrom bud to flower to green shoot,Scenting the forestWith perfume for two seasons,Dropping in puffs of fall wind.(ifn ye wonta make a comment, ye gut to click on 'link' below.)

pinions of buddy don: john scalzi n a new way of gittin books out thar

tiz verr hard to git yer books to readers ifn ye use the ole fashun way, witch thats to git sum big publishin cumpny to publish n market n distribute it.lucky fer everbidy that lacks to read n fer them that lacks to rite books n git em red, thays new ways of doon thangs. tiz much simpler these daze jes to git a manuscip reddy n have it dun. i will be sayin lots more on this topick, soon i

pomes of buddy don: In Our Fear

In Our FearThe US Constitution broke the mold –The first to replace monarchy with laws,A document as brave as it is boldFor which no fear should change a single clause.Yet terrorists use horrendous actions,In hopes they can fill all of us with fear,For only in our overboard reactionsCan their evil intentions persevere.For they would cower the home of the brave –And curtail rights in the land of

wurk of buddy don: how i made the cut

i menchunned yesterdy bout how thay wuz riffs a'cummin to goodbank whar i wurk on wall st yesterdy, n cum they did. twzu a day of bloodshed whar ye real eyes how tiz so much better to be lucky than good. folks that had bin at the firm fer over 17 years wuz let go, manely on a counta thar bein in jobs that aint a'gone be thar once thangs is re-dun sos they dont cost so much. tiz a tradishu on wall

cuncerns of buddy don: more riffs today

over at goodbank on wall st whar i wurk, today thays a'gone be a slew of added riffs, witch i aint all that shore whuther i am a'gone make it or not on a counta this round is aimed rite at the group i wurk in. thang bout wall st is that thay aint no safe place to hide whenever thangs turns down.so i am a'hopin to make it thru todays round n will sartinly let ye know how thangs cum out, probly in

pomes of buddy don: Scourged

ScourgedThe middle-eastern radical cried outIn pain and suffering as he was scourged,The torture making sure there was no doubtThat he deserved the judgment that emerged.For he had sown the seeds of revolutionAmong the oppressed people of his land —The local powers sought their retributionAgainst him, for they did not understandThat in the battle for a people’s soul,Or for their hearts, minds and

waka of budouadana: tuther three twos

KnotThe two lovers gazeUpon one another, heartsLike cups overfilled,Each poured into the other,Yin and yang’s eternal knot.BlindfoldA sword in each hand,The maiden crosses her heart,Blindfolded by fearOf what she might feel if sheLet anyone come near.FlowJuggling two gold coins,One heads, one tails, the young manDances through eternity,Working hard and yet laughing,Joyfully merged with life’s

waka of budouadana: half

With two sprouting stalksThe farmer builds his empire,Faithfully plantingThe first one, half his bounty,The other his safe reserve.(ifn ye wonta make a comment, ye gut to click on 'link' below.)

waka of budouadana: medicine

The best medicine,Is nature, not artifice,The body’s defenseOnly sunlight, decent food,Exercise, meditation.(ifn ye wonta make a comment, ye gut to click on 'link' below.)

waka of budouadana: within

Those who would cast blameOn Chance, God or Destiny,For their own hard lotShould seek the answer withinThemselves, where all acts are born.(ifn ye wonta make a comment, ye gut to click on 'link' below.)

waka of budouadana: sky

Broad blue empty sky,The clean unblemished mirrorOf one’s potential,Awes with brilliant purityThe state and insight one seeks.(ifn ye wonta make a comment, ye gut to click on 'link' below.)

waka of budouadana: lily

The tender lilyThrusts brightly colored flowersTo the dark surfaceOf reeking weedy marshes,Transforming them to gardens.(ifn ye wonta make a comment, ye gut to click on 'link' below.)

waka of budouadana: aces

SproutA single seedlingBoldly breaks the frost-bound earthSeeking the sun’s light –Fragile sprout of unknown fate,Fearlessly demanding warmth.SunThe flush of first love,Meditation’s inner peace,Spirit’s glowing faith –All are nourished and growIn the warm sun of the heart.KnifeThe mental knife cutsThrough the knots of fear and doubtIf its edge is sharpenedOn the rough stone of reasonOiled by

reckolleckshuns of buddy don: ruff day yesterdy

i bin wurkin on wall street fer 20 years now n whut happend yesterdy is kindly a annual event, ceptin that generly they lets the 'ded wood' go n then rebild n such. but whenever the markets tank the way they bin a'doin lately, then ye kin dam betchye that them wall street firms wont be employin nobidy they caint make mony on. i aint blamin em, but tiz the kinda thang that makes fer a verr long n