readin of buddy don: books bout japan

fer the past year or so i bin readin a slew of books on japan, manely them that starts with the tokugawa period, tho i am innerested in the times befor that. heres a list of sum i thank ye mite wonta read yer ownself:The Making of Modern Japan by Marius B. Jansen: thisn is long n full of deetail but tiz hepful in gittin ye orientated to how the cultchur thar changed frum feudal to modurn in such

waka of budouadana: Spirit

SpiritAs the waning moonIs hidden by passing clouds,So can one’s spiritBe covered by tiny doubtsThat conceal the light within.(ifn ye wonta make a comment, ye gut to click on 'link' below.)

waka of budouadana: Illness

IllnessA blessed illnessStimulates one to reflectOn life’s brevity,While the body’s self-healingConfirms one’s will to endure.(ifn ye wonta make a comment, ye gut to click on 'link' below.)

dreamin of buddy don: seein the ded in dreams

lack inny big fambly, ifn yer lucky a nuff to live as long as i dun, yer lackly to outlive sum of them thats near n dear to ye. afterds ye suffer frum not seein em agin, lease not in this life n nobidy knows fer sartin bout the next life, ifn thay even is one.innywho, last nite i dreamt of a verr close departed member of our fambly, witch to splain a bit about how it cum to be that she wuz in the

pomes of buddy don: No Need for Pravda Here

No Need for Pravda HereWe don’t need your Pravda in the U S!We have our ways to get the same job done –We simply make use of our famous free pressWho question naught our retired guys have spun.For when a general has to retireIt doesn’t mean his usefulness is through –Since as a lobbyist he might be hiredAnd we can help him if he helps us too.We call them “message force multipliers” –They help us

eggsplainayshuns of buddy don: bout the bloggerull below

warnin: i am about to wine bout my life, so ifn ye dont lack readin that kinda self-centerd garbidge ye kin skip this post.the bloggerull pome that i writ this mornin (nex post) is the reesult of my visit to the newrallgist on mundy. the good news is that they dont thank i gut inny thang seryus a'goin on, witch thats jes one out of too minny blessins to count.but i couldnt hardly take how the

pomes of buddy don: You'll Never Live

You’ll Never LiveIn our fair land we like to make a profitFrom making things like mouse traps, food, or cars –We’ll even take ill health and make bucks off itAnd see our gains rise up into the stars.And that’s the part that has me up in arms:Why would the health care business freely chooseTo cure those whom it all too often harmsSince real cures cause the bottom line to lose?Would it not be far

pitchers tuck by buddy don: blushes

Frail cherry blossomsReflect in still spring water,Their blushes doubled,Before, petal by petal,They descend to the surface.(ifn ye wonta make a comment, ye gut to click on 'link' below.)

pitchers tuck by buddy don: folks shores luvs thar sprang blossoms

on saturdy i had a ackupunkchur sesshun, witch tiz grate to have a hour of peace frum the pain of whut i bin a'goin thru the past few weeks. i am a'hopin that the doctors kin find out sumthin frum the tests i bin thru n will be a'goin thru this evenin.whenever that sesshun wuz over, i found miz bd in the waiting room. she had been a'wurkin in the mornin her ownself, so twuz a nice sprize to find

waka of budouadana: kings

TorchAs a blazing torchHeld high in a darkened passageShows all the right way,So is the enlightened man,Creative, forceful, and bold.RiverAs a still riverDigs deep into the landscape,A man of wisdom learnsThe heart and its secret ways,Salving hot pain with cool balm.FormsThe eloquent manUnderstands the airy worldOf idealized forms,Can explain to anyoneThe complex with plain logic.AbundanceThe

pitchers tuck by buddy don: more turtles n koi

today is set to be a verr long day fer me on a counta havin to do a presentayshun to hong kong n tokyo tonite at 9 pm, witch ifn i am lucky i kin git it dun in about a hour n a half. i wuz lookin at this pitcher n thankin bout how we humans lack to thank we are the more add vanced creatchurs, but seems to me lack these turtles n koi have em a better way to spend thar daze ...(ifn ye wonta make a

updates of buddy don: eggsplainayshuns bout health

whenever i moved up in here to the new york city metro area, i gut into the habit of givin mama a call ever sundy mornin. i figgerd twood be a good way to keep in touch with the fambly, witch that it has.so twuz last sundy that i tride to brang her up to date on my last visit with the newrallgist, but by the time she gut dun splainin it to my bruthers, twuz all kindly all turnt round sumhow. so

waka of budouadana: queens

RiversSuch an attractiveWoman, she glides through her life,Blessing all she seesWith her presence and kindness,As rivers nourish valleys.DepthShe follows her heartTrusting quiet compassionAs her sole logic,Never speaking a cruel word,Her depths unfathomable.DewdropsShe discerns the truthAnd cannot be fooled by art,Even of high form –Her vision penetrates allAs sunlight bejewels dewdrops.BountyShe

waka of budouadana: knights

IrresistibleA man so charming,Almost irresistible,Both brave and cocky,Earns praise for his leadership,Blame for lack of steadfastness.VisionsThe fine young poetInflames imaginationWith wondrous visions,Yet without strong roots in earthHis dreams float like stray balloons.ScalpelsHe employs logicAs surgeons wield sharp scalpels,Dissecting all problemsWithout respect to feelings,Defending the

pitchers tuck by buddy don: aint no need to be 'koi'

i aint been able to rite nuthin here the past cuple daze on a counta havin migraines that wont quit n wurk i had to do innyway. i am to the point whar i kin wurk (more or less) thru the pain long as i dont half to vomit or feel lack i do.the furst three daze of this week i wuz in a class name of ITIL fundamentals, witch it aint much fun, but i bleeve twill be fer the best ifn everbidy kin agree

pitchers tuck by buddy don: sakura, in wurds n a pitcher

BlossomsThe cherry blossomsCrowning hardwoods announce SpringWith rich pink splendorTill humble May winds loose them,Drop them, scatter them to green.(ifn ye wonta make a comment, ye gut to click on 'link' below.)

pitchers tuck by buddy don: sittin in the sun over at union square

tuther day me n miz bd wuz a'walkin round town. corse i had the camra with me, witch thats how i tuck these pitchers of folks sittin in the sun on a chilly day ...(ifn ye wonta make a comment, ye gut to click on 'link' below.)

mizry of buddy don: deescribed in 3 waka by budouadana

SickleHead between pillows,An arcing sickle of painFrom left eye to ear,A nauseated sternum,One more day of life lopped off.CringeThe headache’s dupe seeksFetal peace in barren wombOf warm soft blankets,With no birth to celebrate,Only the slow dying day.Ice PickIf a hot ice pickHad been thrust through the left eyeAs far as the ear,The cruel pain would make some sense,Unlike migraine’s cold logic.

pitchers tuck by buddy don: that thar orchid show

i menchunned tuther day how me n miz bd gut to the ny botanical garden orchid show. heres a few pitchers i tuck of them amazin creachurs, witch ifn ye click on them pitchers ye kin see em git a lot bigger:(ifn ye wonta make a comment, ye gut to click on 'link' below.)