waka of budouadana: cupla waka squeezed out by migraines

SensationPain emanating?Suffusing? Penetrating?Half a head swollenLike a balloon to bursting?A sensation beyond words?Curse?Awakened by pain,Dense throbbing of left temple,Bulging of left eye,Slowly nagging nausea:Is this life's curse? Or life's cure?

mizry of buddy don: back on them steeroids, agin

brakin the panefull spell.

mizry of buddy don: worse than ever?

after all i dun bin thru fer migraines, thar as bad as they ever wuz. woke me up in such pain this mornin that i kin barly think or type. pall gies fer not postin lately, but i bin verr sick. even the medicayshun has bin makin me sick, witch i caint take sum of it no more, no matter whut.now ifn i kin jes resist the urge to upchuck ...

waka of budouadana: Purity

PurityIndividualSnowflakes, unique and fragile,Float softly to earth,Where they unite and coverThe world with cold purity.

waka of budouadana: bulbs

BulbsPlanted tulip bulbs,Though buried beneath dark earth,Will faithfully sproutIn time to welcome the spring —So our souls grow from hardship.

pitchers tuck by buddy don: cherry & wite chocklut oatmeal cookies

the last migraine wuz one of the wurst ever. tuck a hole 7 days to end, n even then twuz knocked out by steroids (i take that lastn today). started on a fridy nite, witch that jes made me maddern a wet hen. by the next fridy, i gut to takin them steroids to whar i wuz feelin purty good on sundy.so i baked up a mess of cookies. i putt in cherries, bof candied n dried, sum wite chocklut, oatmeal,

waka of budouadana: Paint

PaintJust as crocuses,Magnolias and tulipsBreak cold winter earthTo paint the world in spring hues,Brave love warms the coldest heart.

waka of budouadana: Lessons

LessonsWe all live with pain,For it is the warning cryOf the physical,Without which we would perishAnd miss its vital lessons.

mizry of buddy don: steroids

twuz terrbull mizry to go into man hattan yesterdy fer an appointmint with the neurologist. then we had to wait overn hour on a counta she dint know we wuz even thar! but she could see how bad thangs wuz, did sum tests n then sed twuz time to use steroids to knock off the migraines. i hope they wurk, witch i start em with this mornins brakefuss. the left side of my hed has bin hurtin fer so long

mizry of buddy don: neuro

miz bd gut me a pointmint with my nuerologist this mornin at 11. we are a'hopin she kin brake the migrainus spell, witch ceptn fer a few lil brakes, has bin a'goin on since fridy evenin n seems lack has bin attack more or less since jan 20.

mizry of buddy don: weather

i have tride everthang i know to git these dam thangs to quit, but seems lack i aint near as strong as they. i gut to wurk yesterdy, but i dint last past a cuple hours. a nuther feller cum in n sed the obveeus: lookd lack i had bin beat up. this mornin, i dun all the tricks i know, but i caint git the ice pick out of the left side of my hed. lease thats whut it feels lack.

pitchers tuck by buddy don: bakin yer way out of a migraine

twuz a tuff weekend fer us on a counta bout twenty mints after i gut home on fridy, thay couldnt be no doubt i wuz havin a migraine, witch they dont hardly never cum inny time late in the day. twuz verr hard to ackcept on a counta i wuz shore hopin on havin a reglar weekend fer a change, witch seems lack i have had sum degree of migraine ever weekend since the one befor chrismus.innywho, twuz

i posted that thar pome name of 'pat' that i writ yesterdy over on the knoxviews blog, witch in a comment fletch give me this here challenge:how about about a waka on this subject?i tuck eem up on it n heres whut i cum up with ...SummittAn OlympianInjured but domineeringChanged the Ladies gameStarting deep in the hollerAscending to the Summitt

pomes of buddy don: Pat

PatShe took a sport of softened expectationsAnd taught her ladies her intensity,While never selling short their graduations,While never selling short Ole Tennessee,While never giving up on any play,While never asking less than everything,While never once taking the easy way,They made the final four most every spring.She knows the pain of losing all too well,She still remembers each bitter defeat,

pomes of buddy don: The Eight Figure Feast

The Eight Figure FeastLet us all cry now our crocodile tearsAs we hear of the wrenching travailsThat poor wealthy CEOs and their peersMust face as if they were beds of sharp nails.For if they want help from the US of AThey have to face limits on how much they make —A mere half a million is too much you say?For them it’s just like a massive earthquake.For they’ve planned their lives around their

pomes of buddy don: Less Than Half?

Less Than Half?Our military spending is in danger!I heard it on the TV news last night.It’s strange to hear, but what is even stranger:Too little increased spending is the plight!Can we protect ourselves when spending slipsDown to a mere 48 percentOf all bucks spent on bombers, tanks and shipsIn the whole world by those who representOther nations that aren’t even ours,Such as Europe, where 1 of

waka of budouadana: Stuck

StuckOn my way to flyAcross the wide green valley,I got myself stuckIn a muddy hole and spentSweaty hours climbing out.that thar waka above is bout the migraines i had this weekend, witch tiz a blessin fer em to cum on the weekend sos i dont lose no wurk, but thay aint no fun. mz bd give me a reiki sesshun, witch it dint brang everthang to a halt, but it did let me sleep fer the rest of the day.

waka of budouadana: Lizard

a feller name of BitLizard wuz kind a nuff to let me post the waka i writ fer his book, witch he wuz the furst persun to order one. heres whut he wonted his waka to be about:Hi Buddy Don -I'm happy to follow your Mom at #2, overjoyed in fact. I'm not sure how to pick the words for the waka, but maybe you can do something with the words lizard and joy. :-) How's that for challenge!Chopped,