waka of budouadana: Worms

WormsEven lowly wormsHave great work to accomplishAs they squirm in dirt,Breaking clods, loosening soil,Giving their lives to black earth.(ifn ye wonta make a comment, ye gut to click on 'link' below.)

pitchers tuck by buddy don: tuther quagmire

them amung the readers thats old a nuff lackly members the vietnam war, witch they say ifn ye member the 60s ye lackly wudnt thar, but tiz jes a joke on a counta mos of us kin member when a war mint sumbidy wuz a'gone half to sacrifice sumthin. corse thay wuz a draft in them daze n we had jurnalists that wudnt servin up entertainmint dictated by thar corprutt owners, so ye could see dead, dyin n

waka of budouadana: Twists

TwistsLife’s crooked pathwaysTwist away from one’s desiresWith cruel aplomb,A moment's disappointmentOften leading to great joy.(ifn ye wonta make a comment, ye gut to click on 'link' below.)

pitchers tuck by buddy don: everbidy luvs a newborn

it tuck long a nuff. sarah, the poor mother, wuz in labor fer over 30 hours. the idee wuz to have the child at home in a natcherul settin, but twernt to be. lil ezekiel wuz in a posterior posishun, witch that made it near impossibull fer im to cum out on his own. after a day n a nite of hard labor (easy fer me to say), the parnts n midwife wint on down to st vincents hospital on 12th street in

waka of budouadana: Anticipation

AnticipationAnticipation,Causing each minute to stretchInto a slow crawl,Adds its painful heavy weightTo the young woman’s labor.i aint sed much bout it, but thays sum big news a'cummin n probly dun alreddy here, witch that is how my son tonys girlfrien sarah went into labor yesterdy. far as i know, the child has been born, but we are all waitin to here. they dint wonta know the sex in add vants,

pitchers tuck by buddy don: 3 more homeless in man hattan

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waka of budouadana: Loyalty

LoyaltyTo gain affectionOne might assist another,But for loyaltyHelping others rarely works:For that let someone help you.(ifn ye wonta make a comment, ye gut to click on 'link' below.)

waka of budouadana: Sleep

SleepWorking overtimeUntil my very bones acheAnd yawns interruptEach sentence with their demands,My sleep is deep, refreshing.(ifn ye wonta make a comment, ye gut to click on 'link' below.)

waka of budouadana: Service

ServicePilfering pollen,The greedy bee buzzes fromFlower to flower,Seeding each fragile blossomIn blind service to her hive.(ifn ye wonta make a comment, ye gut to click on 'link' below.)

waka of budouadana: Stress

StressBorrowed future woeOver what might come to be,Or borrowed past angstFor what could or should have been,Cost high interest rates of stress.(ifn ye wonta make a comment, ye gut to click on 'link' below.)

pitchers tuck by buddy don: humbull gargoyles

yesterdy me n miz bd went on up to inwood fer a lil fathers day brunch. on the way we stopped by loretta n paddys to brang em a wii fit miz bd managed to git (twerent easy). as we walked up 103rd street, miz bd pointed out these humbull gold gargoyles, man n woman guardin the bildin, so i tuck thar pitcher ...(ifn ye wonta make a comment, ye gut to click on 'link' below.)

anniversries of buddy don: blog turns 5 year ole today

happy fridy the thirteenth!today marks five years since i begun ritin this here blog. i half to add mitt, aint nuthin in my life thats bin better fer gittin me to rite than thankin that thays folks out thar wontin to check whut i mite coulda writ on inny given day.corse, fack is thays only a handful of reglar readers (n i luv em all). mos all my hits cums frum folks thats lookin fer pitchers or

pitchers tuck by buddy don: tursts speakin forn tungs

man hattan is loded with tursts who lack to cum here on a counta everthang is so cheap fer em ever since the dollar tanked ...(ifn ye wonta make a comment, ye gut to click on 'link' below.)

pomes of buddy don: sovereignty

SovereigntyThe problem with these new democraciesIs that they fail to understand their voteCan make it look as if we would appeaseThe very folks we never would promote.How dare Iraqis we gave libertyRaise questions about our noble intentOr whine about our gift of sovereigntyWhen it’s their freedom we helped implement?Why must their legislature act as thoughAllowing our troops to extend their

pitchers tuck by buddy don: playin chess in union square park

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waka of budouadana: Horizon

HorizonAt the horizonHeaven touches lowly earthWith blazing sunsets,Rain to slake the prairie’s thirst,Wind-blown snow to robe great peaks.(ifn ye wonta make a comment, ye gut to click on 'link' below.)

pomes of buddy don: The American Dream

(Reflecting on the Democratic Nomination of Barack Obama for President of the United States of America)The American DreamArriving in chains in 1619To be sold as chattel, fed leftover swill,To be used as tools to help others fulfillWhat grandly is called the American dream –Stripped of their dignity, their divine rightTo keep their own customs, live with their kin,Or even to speak their own

waka of budouadana: Childhood Summers

Childhood SummersWe ate hard boiled eggs,Tied string to a June bug’s leg,Drank sweet lemonade,Fielded grounders daddy hit,Napped through humid afternoons.(ifn ye wonta make a comment, ye gut to click on 'link' below.)

pomes of buddy don: Folly Must Be Wise

Folly Must Be WiseOnce he had left the White House and thus lostThe Talking Points that filled his mouth with “News!”And written down the Truth at his own cost,Revealing he was just a tool they used –He found the Means he’d used for his old BossWere turned on him in order to confuseA Public that has learned to accept lossOf Truth from those whose words are just a ruse.So Kill the Messenger! the

pitchers tuck by buddy don: worshippin at the eggschange

thays lots of folks that argue bout whuther amurka has a natcherul relijun, witch it mite not be natcherul, but thays a relijun everbidy lacks to practiss, even ifn we dont lack to add mitt tiz our mane relijun: gittin n spendin.tuther day durin lunch i tuck a lil walk up to the mane cathedrull of that relijun, the new york stock eggschange. thay had dun gatherd a slew of worshippers to watch the

eggscuses of buddy don: couldnt git smugmug to uplode fast a nuff

i wuz fixin to show ye sun pitchers it tuck of the new york stock eggschange durin lunch tuther day, but smugmug wuz so slow in lodin em, that they aint reddy yet. i will git em in the mornin.(ifn ye wonta make a comment, ye gut to click on 'link' below.)