waka writ by budouadana: waves

In high winds harsh wavesRudely crash against the shore,Flooding, retreating,A violent watery pulseThat mirrors human passions.(ifn ye wonta make a comment, ye gut to click on 'link' below.)

waka writ by budouadana: aura

The optic auraSeems at first a pleasant glow,Yet it presagesThe migrainous suffering,As warm winds predict the storm.(ifn ye wonta make a comment, ye gut to click on 'link' below.)

pitchers tuck by buddy don: waitin fer a train that dont cum

i been feelin a lil lack this pitcher, witch i had one of them migraine auras on sundy n i dint wonta bleeve thats whut twuz to whar i been sick since. tiz a bit lack waitin fer a train that dont never cum ...(ifn ye wonta make a comment, ye gut to click on 'link' below.)

waka writ by budouadana: ducks

Male Mandarin ducksSport brightly colored feathersFor cocksure courting,Their rich plumage reflectedIn the autumn's brittle leaves.(ifn ye wonta make a comment, ye gut to click on 'link' below.)

waka writ by budouadana: berries

The sweet dark berriesHang on hidden thorny stalks,Growing in fissuresIn the crags of lone ridges,Enjoyed only by wild goats.(ifn ye wonta make a comment, ye gut to click on 'link' below.)

waka writ by budouadana: squirrel

The squirrel huntsFor newly fallen acorns,Burying his storeFor winter, those forgottenSprouting with the warm spring rains.(ifn ye wonta make a comment, ye gut to click on 'link' below.)

lambintasyshuns of buddy don: alas poor killer

tuther crawdads in the tank has all dun been over whut wuz left of killers exoskelton, takin apart the bits they could use, leavin only the hardest parts of his brite blue claws. ever so often, one of em gits a hold of a claw n takes it a wee bit more out of it.we figgerd killer mite coulda molted, witch once them crawdads has molted, they git to hidin whar ye caint tell ifn thar thar or not. so