waka of budouadana: cupla waka squeezed out by migraines

Sensation

Pain emanating?
Suffusing? Penetrating?
Half a head swollen
Like 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

Purity

Individual
Snowflakes, unique and fragile,
Float softly to earth,
Where they unite and cover
The world with cold purity.

waka of budouadana: bulbs

Bulbs

Planted tulip bulbs,
Though buried beneath dark earth,
Will faithfully sprout
In 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, pecans, a lil Jack Daniels (ye orta try it sum time), n all started with kerrygold butter.

heres whut they cum out lookin lack ...





we tuck a cuple duzen of em whenever we went to visit our tony n sarah n our grandson ezekiel, witch as ye kin see, he is a'growin up quickern kudzu kin cover yer woods!





miz bd wuz splainin sumthin she had herd sum years ago, witch twuz about how whenever ye git old, yer bidy gits to hurtin in new places, yer senses begins to dim, ye caint walk as quick as ye used to, yew name it. but thays a big payoff round that time of life: grandchildren! they make everthang wurthwhile ... so heres a nuther pitcher of that happy lad ...

waka of budouadana: Paint

Paint

Just as crocuses,
Magnolias and tulips
Break cold winter earth
To paint the world in spring hues,
Brave love warms the coldest heart.

waka of budouadana: Lessons

Lessons

We all live with pain,
For it is the warning cry
Of the physical,
Without which we would perish
And 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 i kin hardly bleeve twill ever end.

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 still a'goin on saturdy so i slept fer a while n then gut a idee of sumthin that mite could hep. i have notissd that sumtimes a migraine wood disappear whilst i wuz a'doin sumthin verr simple that take a few steps, lack takin a shower. i had dun tride that without effeck, so i figgerd twood be wurth it to try makin a carrot cake.

so happens them yunguns went in together to git me a kitchenaid stand mixer, witch they had also orderd a cook book to go with it n that tuck a long time ere it cum. twuz in fridy evenins mail.

i putt myself to the task of makin a carrot cake, witch miz bd had sed she wonted one n she had even gut the carrot fer it (turns out twuz nashunull carrot cake day). tuck a lot longern it shoulda dun on a counta seemd lack i had to study rite hard to figger each step out, but it cum out lookin purty good:





this week or nex thays lackly to be sum more layoffs, even at goodbank whar i wurk, witch i shore do hope to make it past the cut agin. ifn we do, mayhap twill be time to bake a cake to celebrate.

meanwhile, i am givin thanks fer a nuther day of life, thisn without no migraine.

n a gigantick thankee fer that book order that cum in last nite! twuz a grate way to end a purty sad weekend.

ifn ye aint orderd yourn yet, ye kin still git in on the deal i am a'runnin on the furst 49 copies only! click here ifn ye wonta take add vantage of it.

ye kin also git it frum amazon by clickin here, witch ifn yer one of the few incredibully precipient folks that has dun red it, why dont ye click that amazon lank n rite a revue? ye never know, but it mite hep sell a book or two.

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 ...

Summitt

An Olympian
Injured but domineering
Changed the Ladies game
Starting deep in the holler
Ascending to the Summitt

pomes of buddy don: Pat

Pat

She took a sport of softened expectations
And 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,
But what she taught no little poem can tell:
It’s how, when down, to get back on your feet.

A thousand wins and yet she is the same:
Completely focused on the coming game.

pomes of buddy don: The Eight Figure Feast

The Eight Figure Feast

Let us all cry now our crocodile tears
As we hear of the wrenching travails
That poor wealthy CEOs and their peers
Must face as if they were beds of sharp nails.

For if they want help from the US of A
They 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 paycheck,
The same way that all of us have to do,
And could we imagine the fiscal train wreck
We’d face if our pay went from twenty to two?

They’ve now lost millions, on paper at least:
Could this be the end of the eight-figure feast?

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 slips
Down to a mere 48 percent
Of all bucks spent on bombers, tanks and ships
In the whole world by those who represent

Other nations that aren’t even ours,
Such as Europe, where 1 of five is spent
Of every Euro to buy lethal power?
Or China, who account for 8 percent?

We must not rest while we spend less than half
Of all spent on the war god’s golden calf.

pall gies fer not postin nuthin yesterdy, but i wuz in migraine hell fer the fourth strate day. odd thang is, i gut to feelin a lil better once the snow started a'fallin yesterdy afternoon.

do i need to heckle ye bout buyin yer copy of shoot the devil? i am bettin ye wont be sorry ifn ye git ye one. all orders ackcepted, ever book sined n chopped n all waka idees will be used, no matter how challengin they mite git.

waka of budouadana: Stuck

Stuck

On my way to fly
Across the wide green valley,
I got myself stuck
In a muddy hole and spent
Sweaty 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, numbered, signed with a personalized waka... who could ask for more? Cheers...

so heres the waka i writ in his book:

Lizard

The lizard slithers
Stealthily through the brush,
Seeking a rock warmed
By beams of the glowing sun,
Where he can bask joyfully.

it duz my hart good that thays folks a'wontin to read it. mayhap yer one of em? click here fer details on whut ye git n here ifn ye wonta go ahead in git yourn.