pitchers tuck by buddy don: feelin foggy on a sunny day

i wuz miss tuck yesterdy whenever i writ that i had bin sick since july 8. miz bd reeminded me how twuz ackshly a week later, july 15, that i gut sick. so thangs has been bad, but not that bad. i cummenced to takin steroids nite befor last n this mornin so far i feel lack i wont half to upchuck. i am sick of bein here betwixt cuvers waitin fer the pain or nausea to give me a brake. thang is, i

eggspainayshuns of buddy don: bin sick fer a while

used to be i wood rite ye notes bout sufferin migrain mizry. lately i bin trine not to be spend so much time on such stuff.but ever since the 8th of july, i bin sick as kin be with three daze of relief (windsdy, thursdy n fridy of last week) on a counta takin steroids. as soon as they run out (saturdy), i wuz sick agin. finely i ast the neuro ifn he couldnt do sumthin, so he perscribed sum more

waka of budouadana: Clearing

ClearingAfter clearing spaceThe hall is broad and empty,All dust swept away,The spotless room comforting,Like a soul purged of worry.(ifn ye wonta make a comment, ye gut to click on 'link' below.)

waka of budouadana: Life

LifeAll is everythingAnd in the end you must die:So what will you do?That is the only question,Your life the final answer.(ifn ye wonta make a comment, ye gut to click on 'link' below.)

waka of budouadana: Ignorance

IgnoranceWhen I was eighteenI knew almost everything,My father nothing;Older now, I am learningThe wisdom of ignorance.(ifn ye wonta make a comment, ye gut to click on 'link' below.)

waka of budouadana: Games

GamesDark clouds dump hard rainOn thirsty earth, flooding plainsAnd canceling gamesAs the sticky mud preventsChildren from playing baseball.(ifn ye wonta make a comment, ye gut to click on 'link' below.)

pitchers tuck by buddy don: critters on flowers

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waka of budouadana: Unblemished

UnblemishedRoots buried in muck,Its slender neck standing tallAbove the pond’s sludge,A golden pod, unblemished,Spills pollen on pink petals.(ifn ye wonta make a comment, ye gut to click on 'link' below.)

waka of budouadana: Tyrant

TyrantThe tiny tyrantCannot speak a single word,Yet is understoodBy subjects who serve himAnd provide his every need.(ifn ye wonta make a comment, ye gut to click on 'link' below.)

pitchers tuck by buddy don: browsin in hells kitchen

i am hopin today is a better day than the last three, witch i bin havin sum of the wurst migraines ever, mayhap on a counta thankin i dint half to take no depakote durin the 'off-season' fer migraines. i dont git minny of em in summertime, but ifn one brakes thru, tiz a doozy.a while back me n miz bd tuck a stroll thru the flea market in hells kitchen. tuck a bunch of pitchers, witch heres a few

waka of budouadana: the usual

the usualyeah, some vomiting,the usual arc of painleft side of my headpinning me to the mattressslow passage of dense dark time(ifn ye wonta make a comment, ye gut to click on 'link' below.)

mizry of buddy don: rare summer migraine

cummenced yesterdy mornin whilst i wuz on the train. still a'goin on.(ifn ye wonta make a comment, ye gut to click on 'link' below.)

waka of budouadana: Aging

AgingAs evening shadowsLengthen while the setting sunKisses the westernHills, so old memories stretchAs aging bodies weaken.(ifn ye wonta make a comment, ye gut to click on 'link' below.)

waka of budouadana: Mother

MotherThe aging motherWho nursed her newborn children,Raised them to adults,Now offers milk of wisdomBased on precious memories.(ifn ye wonta make a comment, ye gut to click on 'link' below.)

pitchers tuck by buddy don: takin the ferry

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pitchers tuck by buddy don: more hip shots

one of the thangs i wuz tole by a good fotogruffer artist wuz that ye should carry yer camra with ye wharever ye go. i try to do jes that, but taint always possibull. whut i lack most about it is how thays pitchers most everwhar ye look, speshly ifn ye lack people in publick places (also known as the publick domain).(ifn ye wonta make a comment, ye gut to click on 'link' below.)

pitchers tuck by buddy don: pix frum underground

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pitchers tuck by buddy don: ny street shots

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waka of budouadana: Warning

WarningLeaves turn upside down,Anticipating the storm,Dancing in high winds,Warning all to find shelterBefore the summer rainfall.(ifn ye wonta make a comment, ye gut to click on 'link' below.)

pitchers tuck by buddy don: pitchers tuck ack! fishes cawt with a camra

taint everday that sumbidy makes a comment on this site n ifn thats a rare thang, tiz even rarer to git a pome, witch thats whut fletch wuz kind a nuff to leave yesterdy:Pictures tuck,of ducks,sucking goodnessfrom the muck.We should allhave such luck.i am feelin purty lucky my ownself to read such a fine lil pome! thankee, fletch. now wander on over to fletchs site to see sum grate pitchers. he

pitchers tuck by buddy don: ducks suckin goodness frum the muck

tuther day after ackupunkchur whenever i wuz a'waitin fer miz bd to join me in a short visit to the brooklyn botanic garden, i cum across sum ducks, all female, filterin sumthin they musta luved frum the muck of a small stream. them ducks in the garden is nigh on to tamed, so twuz easy to git sum pitchers to proov how much they lacked that stuff ...heres the furst cuple of em, witch ye kin see

pitchers tuck by buddy don: hot day at the garden

looks lack this year has been tuff on them roses. mayhap twooda bin differnt ifn me n miz bd had gut by to see em in early june, when thar at thar peak, but by this saturdy, they was suffern. we aint shore why. coulda bin the heat, but we figger twuz more lackly the way it has rained up in here. no long steady rains to speak of, jes hard thunderstorms n downpours.as innybidy that reads or looks