tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54756202024-03-07T22:33:24.994-05:00wandering hillbillyBlog containing the writings of buddy don. Includes poetry, stories, songs, novels, punditry, inanity, naval gazing, photography.buddydonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13506384697813040090noreply@blogger.comBlogger1703125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475620.post-29495506487868440712015-04-01T19:50:00.002-04:002015-04-03T09:27:28.299-04:00status of buddy don: still a'livini aint writ a thang in the longest, witch thats whut happens whenever ye git to be a sick as i bin. but i notissed tuther day that the email address fer me on this here blog (at the left) turnt out to be wrong, witch i caint see a thang that wuz ever sent to the one that wuz rong. i jes fixt it sos its rite now. so ifn ye ever writ to it n gut no anser, now ye no why. mayhap ye orta try agin.buddydonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13506384697813040090noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475620.post-74145540412882790592012-05-14T08:06:00.000-04:002012-05-14T08:42:29.374-04:00splainayshuns of buddy don: how we cum to be in californy
me n miz bds lives tuck a sharp turn last memoryall day, witch heres how it happent:
we had gut into a rut what i wood wake up with a hedache n i wood sleep mos of the day n whenever i gut up, generly sumtime round 4 pm, i wood have the best part of the day, witch twernt much.
up till that point in our lives, we dint go to the emergentsee room on a counta how once in 2002 we dun that over to a buddydonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13506384697813040090noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475620.post-45943329841600757262012-01-12T09:07:00.001-05:002012-05-14T08:08:09.409-04:00rare post of buddy don: how i bin sick n allfack is, i aint gonna git to the 'n all' part. still too sick, but thays a slew of news items i could tell ye ifn i had the health. but i manely need to let sum folks know the follerin:
i am alive n as well as kin be eggspeckted ("i bin worse"), livin in the low desert out here in californy. twuz our hope that movin to the desert mite could hep, witch thays bin a few more good daze than we had inbuddydonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13506384697813040090noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475620.post-18843900882785055102011-06-29T05:06:00.000-04:002011-06-29T05:06:53.577-04:00Waka of budo adana: PossibilitiesPossibilitiesI sit and ponder
In early morning twilight:
Possibilities,
Hungry children, begging me:
How sad I may feed but one.buddydonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13506384697813040090noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475620.post-4511966279390823852011-06-06T05:08:00.002-04:002011-06-06T05:10:59.521-04:00pomes of buddy don: GodGodThat God is All and Everything should beAs obvious as moonlight on the plains,Or sunlight sparkling through the dewy leaves,Or even just the smell of morning coffee --Not as distant as coldly winking stars,Nor as deadly as active volcanoes,Nor as pristine as ponds of sacred lotus,Nor as awe-full as the calculus of pi --But closer than can be imagined,As real as a dying honeybee’s sting;For buddydonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13506384697813040090noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475620.post-71583820671046101752011-05-03T04:40:00.001-04:002011-05-03T04:41:22.141-04:00waka of budo adanaBeyond anything,Even the most distant stars,Lies everything,From fragile cherry blossomsTo finely crafted caskets.buddydonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13506384697813040090noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475620.post-48561168261049622942011-04-21T06:05:00.001-04:002011-04-21T06:07:45.332-04:00waka of budo adana: illnessIllnessThe whole wide world shrinksInto a bubble of selfOnly life or deathOnly a question of whenNever the answer of whybuddydonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13506384697813040090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475620.post-59593419733574286322011-03-19T06:16:00.002-04:002011-03-21T10:38:57.466-04:00mizry of buddy don: aura at dawnaurathe aura at dawnits paisley pixilationleft half of the worlda cruelly kind precursorlow tide before tsunamibuddydonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13506384697813040090noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475620.post-15137706830983120182011-03-17T04:28:00.002-04:002011-03-23T07:05:52.583-04:00cumpny of buddy don: mizry luvs cumpnyMiss LibertyVomiting migraine …Psychotherapy later …Yet Miss Liberty,Our kittenish Bombay cat,Claws my knee, begging to playbuddydonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13506384697813040090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475620.post-79436002194155935732011-02-19T05:50:00.013-05:002011-02-19T06:57:07.709-05:00mizry of buddy don: the rong wurds cum out ...i need to say a few wurds bout the author, witch hes bin so sick fer so long that he dont hardly never go near no keybird, witch that keeps me frum gittin a chants to touch it my ownself.but tuther day he seen sumthin on the tee vee that made him blush frum the shock of reckugnishun.twuz that story bout the reporter with the migraine on tee vee name of Serene Branson.the aura she sufferd is one buddydonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13506384697813040090noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475620.post-79373109663016407002011-01-05T05:06:00.002-05:002011-01-05T05:18:54.954-05:00mizry of buddy don: missin this lil felleri bin sick so much n so often that i aint seen this lil piece of my hart in nigh on to 8 munths. i shore do miss eem:buddydonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13506384697813040090noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475620.post-86620528495316062992011-01-04T04:34:00.005-05:002011-01-04T06:45:30.684-05:00mizry of buddy don: these thangs never stop twas my intenshun to post a lil sumthin ever day sos i could git this blog a'goin agin, but thangs dont always go the way ye wont em to. so i wuz up at 12:30 yesterdy, trine to cunvints myself that i wudnt havin no migraine when i wuz. whut depresshun i felt over gittin sick agin. (when i have good daze, i caint imagin thays still bad daze a'cummin.)then my blessed lil miz bd pointed out that buddydonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13506384697813040090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475620.post-66292017623322920462010-12-31T06:15:00.004-05:002010-12-31T06:25:06.093-05:00pitchers tuck by buddy don: cuple of them petsthe year 2010 has bin bout the worst of my life in more ways than a bidy could count. i aint a'gone list em on a counta how i dont wonta dwell on that kinda thang. i druther thank bout good thangs, lack the way Kingsley n Miss Liberty made such good friends. Miss Liberty gits along with everbidy, but Kimono n Kingsley aint figgerd each other out yet.heres them friends:heres hopin nex year will bebuddydonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13506384697813040090noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475620.post-47404212887468683412010-12-30T03:14:00.003-05:002010-12-30T03:24:57.570-05:00pitchers tuck by buddy don: tuther catye mite could wonder whut gut me to makin entries agin. tiz purty simple. i am seein a psychotherapist, who lets call him Dr. L, n he thanks ifn i wuz to make a lil entry ever day, it mite could hep me git better. i half to add mitt, i have bin missin bloggin fer sum reason.today i wonta innerduce Kimono, a cat whose mama musta bin a calico n whose daddy musta bin a tabby. shes gut a lil of both buddydonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13506384697813040090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475620.post-65685440648761530582010-12-29T03:07:00.003-05:002010-12-29T03:20:51.723-05:00pitchers tuck by buddy don: them catsi promissd yesterdy that i wood putt up a cuple pitchers of them other critters besides Kingsley that lives with us. furst up is a verr speshul yung lady name of Miss Liberty. we gut her frum the Liberty Harbor Animal Shelter, witch miz bd tuck it into her hed that ifn we had us a cat, mayhap Kingsley wood have a lil more innerestin life. he wuz born in a puppy mill in South Carolina n saved by abuddydonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13506384697813040090noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475620.post-33537382812506768352010-12-28T04:12:00.004-05:002010-12-28T04:45:04.816-05:00pitchers tuck by buddy don: pets to the rescuesorry i aint writ nuthin fer so long. aint felt much lack doin innythang, cant take much of this here keybird, but i figgerd i wood try to show ye pitchers of the newest members of the family, Kingsley, Miss Liberty and Kimono.we gut Kingsley fer therapy one week after my 58th birthdy, witch he wuz a rescue, who he is a'rescuin us (or trine hard as he kin). he is spozedly a chiweenie, witch ye buddydonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13506384697813040090noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475620.post-8357465244331027452010-04-09T05:56:00.002-04:002010-04-09T06:01:46.076-04:00waka of budo adana: FrocksFrocksChilly April rains,Crisp afterthoughts of winter,Cool the warming earthAs white tree flowers give wayTo Spring frocks of new green leavesbuddydonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13506384697813040090noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475620.post-77761080715719679622010-04-08T07:14:00.000-04:002010-04-08T07:15:54.363-04:00waka of budo adana: SmileSmileWhenever I smile,The whole world brightens,Even in darkness,For a light that shines withinIs reflected everywherebuddydonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13506384697813040090noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475620.post-41615717182489943142010-04-07T04:20:00.001-04:002010-04-07T04:21:47.261-04:00waka of budo adana: HavenHavenOn life’s stormy road,When there is no place to layMy rain-soaked bodyDown, you pull my aching headTo your breast, my safe havenbuddydonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13506384697813040090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475620.post-28955793593836863972010-04-06T04:15:00.000-04:002010-04-06T04:16:00.039-04:00waka of budo adana: UrgeUrgeTwo AM, awake,Wishing nausea awayUnsuccessfully,Trying to resist the urgeTo howl, to cry, to vomitbuddydonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13506384697813040090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475620.post-70181405618778252452010-04-05T03:54:00.000-04:002010-04-05T03:55:30.507-04:00waka of budo adana: PainPainThe pain is a friend,A faithful companion whoLives inside my skull,Who wakes me after midnightFrom the terror of nightmares.buddydonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13506384697813040090noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475620.post-44565035514754922392010-04-01T07:33:00.001-04:002010-04-01T07:35:25.884-04:00waka of budo adana: RenewalRenewalLichens cling to rocksMushrooms feed on felled tree trunksDung beetles roll dungVultures feast on rotting fleshI chew up my old writingsbuddydonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13506384697813040090noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475620.post-83568141412418230212010-03-31T07:21:00.002-04:002010-03-31T07:28:37.489-04:00waka of budo adana: AbuseAbuseHow dare you strike me,A tiny defenseless baby,Unable to walk,Unable to rememberYet unable to forget?buddydonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13506384697813040090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475620.post-26996020461005285502010-03-30T09:07:00.000-04:002010-03-30T09:08:20.511-04:00waka of budo adana: RisksRisksMake fewer errorsAnd be less likely to lose,But avoid losingAnd be less likely to win:Plan, execute, take good risks.buddydonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13506384697813040090noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475620.post-31332429730204866912010-03-29T05:49:00.003-04:002010-03-29T05:55:10.210-04:00waka of budo adana: SerenadeSerenadeWith my flute and dog,I wandered up the mountain,Seeking better viewsAnd a bed of pine needlesTo serenade the full moon.buddydonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13506384697813040090noreply@blogger.com2