limricks of buddy don: If You Can’t Beat 'em, Join 'em

If You Can’t Beat 'em, Join 'emThe general’s coup was a nifty one,Our ally, a world-class shifty one,Is now a dictator –We might complain later –Or else use NSPD 51!(ifn ye wonta make a comment, ye gut to click on 'link' below.)

waka of budouadana: lightning

Lightning strikes the tipOf the forest’s tallest tree,Snuffing out its life,Its dried leaves drifting to earth,Sunlight pouring through the breach.(ifn ye wonta make a comment, ye gut to click on 'link' below.)

pitchers tick by buddy don: refleckshuns of man hattan in black n wite

i had wurk to do this weekend, but thay wuz a long delayed lunch frum the yunguns, so i gut offn the track n dint do much wurk. but i tuck the camra n tuck sum pitchers, witch i forced myself to use nuthin but black n white fer a change...(ifn ye wonta make a comment, ye gut to click on 'link' below.)

waka writ by budouadana: pendulum

The pendulum swings,Slicing time into moments,Arcing from extremeTo mid-point, as a mind driftsFrom passion to reflection.(ifn ye wonta make a comment, ye gut to click on 'link' below.)

waka writ by budouadana: hyenas

Hyenas fightEach other for the bleatingCarcass they have downed,Waking a pride of lions,Who follow the bloody scent.(ifn ye wonta make a comment, ye gut to click on 'link' below.)

waka writ by budouadana: boulder

The boulder beneathThe tender sprouting pine coneForces roots to stretchFor earth, trapping the hard stone,The pine tree safe in high winds.n jes in case ye missd it, tennessee jed writ a verr nice lil waka or tanka his ownself, witch tiz in the comments of yesterdys post.i will eggsplain why i cummenced to ritin these waka or tanka thangs die-reckly.(ifn ye wonta make a comment, ye gut to click

waka writ by budouadana: wheel

The herd rides the rimOf the ever-turning wheel,Chasing sensation,Dizzily spurning the calmOf the motionless axle.(ifn ye wonta make a comment, ye gut to click on 'link' below.)