amazement of buddy don: a nuther Amazon revue

twuz my grate good fortchun to git wurd that thays now a secunt revue of shoot the devil up on Amazon.com. heres the lank.bleeve it or not, thays still a few of them furst 49 left so dont deelay ifn ye wonta git ye one. jes foller this lank. as a reeminder, heres whut ye git:a brand new copy of shoot the devil packed in rice paper with luvthe book will be chopped by my own persnull chop, witch

eggscuses of buddy don: sleepin in hot weather

i had a terrbull time sleepin on a counta me n miz bd dint wonta start the air condishuner on fer one nite when thay wuz a cooler frunt a'cummin in. but twernt easy to sleep, witch it dint seem lack i dun much of that till this mornin, when twuz too much.a nuff of that!

waka of budouadana: Peak

PeakMagnolias blush,Tulips strut in proud colors,Cherry blossoms peak,Yet all too quickly they fadeInto the heat of late spring.

pomes of buddy don: What Are These Fools Thinking?!?

What Are These Fools Thinking?!?What are these fools thinking, when they attack,The high-minded lawyers who came to assistOur leaders who wanted to invade IraqYet couldn’t procure proof from nabbed terrorists?We’d learned in Korea lessons that SERE’dAs torture induced downed airmen to confessTo crimes for which their homeland could be smeared,For one will say anything under duress.Though in those

waka of budouadana: Calendar

CalendarWhite pear blossomsFall as new green leaves emerge,Charting the Earth’s courseRound the sun as preciselyAs our modern calendar.

pitchers tuck by buddy don: them magnolyas at that brooklyn garden

me n miz bd gut ourself out to the brooklyn botanick garden over the weekend, witch twuz a purty day, sum of them cherry blossoms wuz out, n the magnolyas wuz at thar peak. corse that means ye wont hardly be able to see nuthin on a counta all them folks in the way.i figgerd i woodnt try to git pitchers of the flora, but the fauna, the human fauna, wuz thar in all thar glory, mosly takin pitchers

revues of buddy don: 'haircut stories' by lydia copeland

i have writ about the ritin of lydia copeland, who she just cum out with a chapbook of short wurks name of 'haircut stories.'i gut me one by droppin by the site above, whar ye kin also read sum blurbs on the book.tiz a slim volume but each of the lil flash fickshun pieces in it remind me a lil of the tent harry potter wuz usin in the last book: frum the outside, they look tiny, but ifn ye stop

more good luck of buddy don: his book gits its furst amazon revue!

taint as big a sprize as ye mite could thank, but a verr nice persun has dun writ a revue of shoot the devil over on amazon, witch ye kin read it by clickin here.heres a lil quote frum that revue, witch twuz writ by anne johnson of The Gods Are Bored n Six Word Blog:His hillbilly writing style notwithstanding, Buddy Don is highly literate, attending college, working the computers at Oak Ridge

pitchers tuck by buddy don: yunguns

thay wuz a big birthdy party this weekend fer my great nefyew liam, witch twuz his secunt birthdy. turnt out that most everybidy cum, including ezekiel, so heres a few pitchers of them yunguns ...heres the birthdy boy offerin a carrot to his Grandie...here he is eatin one of his favert thangs, witch he calls em 'matoes' ...mayhap this shirt wuz the birthdy boys favert new gift, witch he wuz

pitchers tuck by buddy don: street flowers

criticks of buddy don: whut a cuple more comminters sed

fer the most part, my life has bin one whar ye could say twuz better lucky than good. fer proof of that, cunsidder the hi qualty of them that rites commints here.i writ bout anonnymus wundern whuther i wuz trine to be funny or sumthin by ritin in hillbilly dialeck. thay wuz sum good commints that cum frum that, witch one of em leads to a verr good idee (thankee smijer!).we kin save whut smijer

pomes of buddy don: Our Only Shield

Our Only ShieldAlthough we outspend all other nationsTo defend ideals we oft forget,We feel a sense of growing desperation,As bands of criminals still pose a threat.Like British redcoats marching in their filesThrough rugged wilderness of coloniesTo be defeated by guerrilla wiles,We think our navy master of the seas.We do not understand the changed terrain —Of nations whose people are set

pitchers tuck by buddy don: statchew of jackie gleason

purty near everbidy in these united states has seen a episode or two of the honeymooners. thays a statchew of the mane carackter of that show (ifn thays a mane one on a counta ye caint magine the show without norton n alice), ralph cramden, in frunt of the port authorty bus stayshun. i tuck a few pitchers of it tuther day, witch heres one of em ...

pitchers tuck by buddy don: faces lack mirrors

criticks of buddy don: whut anonnymus sed

ever so often sumbidy cums by to read this here blog that aint one of the 4 or 5 that reads it on a reglar basis. tiz often the case that they wonta attack my use of hillbilly dialeck. let me point out now that i aint trine to say how ever hillbilly talks: whut i rite is as close as i kin cum to the dialeck i herd used by my fambly whenever we wood all gather n tell tales.thang is, i dont bleeve

pinions of buddy don: ifn tennessee is on the frunt page of the ny times ...

... then taint lackly to be good news, lessn tiz about them lady vols. todays ny times aint no different, witch it has a articull name of Firm Acted as Tutor in Selling Towns Risky Deals:LEWISBURG, Tenn. — Five years ago, this small factory town was struggling to pay the interest on a bond for new sewers. Bob Phillips, Lewisburg’s part-time mayor and full-time pharmacist, was urged by the town’s

waka of budouadana: Meaning

MeaningCruel realityCares not whether we liveOr die abruptly,So life only has meaningIf we live as if it did.

pitchers tuck by buddy don: reflecktin man hattan

pitchers tuck by buddy don: Mr. Dienstbier

ye dun herd how a pitcher is wurth a thousund wurds ... thisn purty much gives ye a lil insight into miz bd ...

waka of budouadana: Creeping

CreepingLike a creeping cat,Haunches set expectantly,Poised to leap and strike,So the energy of SpringIs set to burst into bloom.

waka of budouadana: Hope

HopeAs buds become blooms,Adorning green leaves with pink,So we turn with hopeTo another beginning,Breathing deep the fleeting scent.