tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54756202012-01-12T09:13:05.131-05:00Blog containing the writings of buddy don. Includes poetry, stories, songs, novels, punditry, inanity, naval gazing, photography.buddydonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13506384697813040090noreply@blogger.comBlogger17021100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475620.post-45943329841600757262012-01-12T09:07:00.001-05:002012-01-12T09:07:08.727-05:00

fack 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 in

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PossibilitiesI sit and ponder In early morning twilight: Possibilities, Hungry children, begging me: How sad I may feed but one.

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GodThat 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

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Beyond anything,Even the most distant stars,Lies everything,From fragile cherry blossomsTo finely crafted caskets.

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IllnessThe whole wide world shrinksInto a bubble of selfOnly life or deathOnly a question of whenNever the answer of why

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aurathe aura at dawnits paisley pixilationleft half of the worlda cruelly kind precursorlow tide before tsunami

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Miss LibertyVomiting migraine …Psychotherapy later …Yet Miss Liberty,Our kittenish Bombay cat,Claws my knee, begging to play

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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

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i 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:

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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

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the 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 be

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ye 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-65685440648761530582010-12-29T03:07:00.003-05:002010-12-29T03:20:51.723-05:00

i 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 a

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sorry 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-8357465244331027452010-04-09T05:56:00.002-04:002010-04-09T06:01:46.076-04:00

FrocksChilly April rains,Crisp afterthoughts of winter,Cool the warming earthAs white tree flowers give wayTo Spring frocks of new green leaves

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SmileWhenever I smile,The whole world brightens,Even in darkness,For a light that shines withinIs reflected everywhere

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HavenOn life’s stormy road,When there is no place to layMy rain-soaked bodyDown, you pull my aching headTo your breast, my safe haven

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UrgeTwo AM, awake,Wishing nausea awayUnsuccessfully,Trying to resist the urgeTo howl, to cry, to vomit

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PainThe pain is a friend,A faithful companion whoLives inside my skull,Who wakes me after midnightFrom the terror of nightmares.

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RenewalLichens cling to rocksMushrooms feed on felled tree trunksDung beetles roll dungVultures feast on rotting fleshI chew up my old writings

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AbuseHow dare you strike me,A tiny defenseless baby,Unable to walk,Unable to rememberYet unable to forget?

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RisksMake fewer errorsAnd be less likely to lose,But avoid losingAnd be less likely to win:Plan, execute, take good risks.

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SerenadeWith my flute and dog,I wandered up the mountain,Seeking better viewsAnd a bed of pine needlesTo serenade the full moon.

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OzThere is no wizardOther than the little manOr little womanStanding behind your curtainPulling the strings of your life

buddydonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13506384697813040090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475620.post-52649119089328497972010-02-19T03:18:00.004-05:002010-02-19T03:25:52.306-05:00

jes looked at my blog fer the furst time in way too long. caint say i will be ritin much, but i did wonta let folks know i am sorta livin still. i am in a good kinda therapy, witch thangs has to git wurser ere they kin git inny better, witch the mind kin kindly understand, but the hed still hurts way too much.wurst of everthang is how i caint rite much of nuthin, not even yer lil waka ...

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... even sickern a dawg that has jes lost at home to them vols, witch i reckun that has to be a horrbull feelin, kindly lack losin to alabama lack we dun this year (or inny year) ... ... but i wonted to make a post sayin that i shore do preciate all them kind wurds n such that i bin gittin in my email n reglar mail n even in comments, so i wonted to say 'thankee' ... ... n i hope to git shed of

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i bin the kinda sick whar ye jes dont have no innerest in ritin nuthin much. mayhap tiz all that thar medicayshun.innywho, i hope to git back at it one of these daze ...

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CosmosOne need not travelThe earth’s far places to quenchThe lust to wander:Any lake, mountain or streamIs a cosmos to explore.

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BaritoneNo Baritone needPlay villain in life’s opera,Though easy fame be tempting,Corruption ubiquitous:Choose heroic roles and soar.

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DarknessIn darkest hours,The new day concealed by shade,I wonder what comes,Whether pain, love, even death —All hopes and fears possible.

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SnowIs that snow uponMy head, my cheeks? Those gray whiteHairs? Reminders that,However much I dread it,Life’s cold winter approaches?

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ForgeThe heart is the forgeIn which we temper passion,Purge impurities,And steel our inner resolveTo return hatred with love.

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i bin havin lots of dreams here lately, witch most of em ends up in migraines. odd thang is how ever one of em is about dyin. taint everbidy that dreams bout thar own death (or the death of whoever they be in the dream), but that seems to be the sangle common elemint in all of em. heres the furstn that i kin recolleck:i wuz lyin in my own coffin, witch thay wuz a slew of folks fixin to sprankle

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back this summer whenever thay wuz all that talk bout them eclipses, i writ a cuple of waka. i bin trine to keep ritin, but with these hedakes, i caint hardly see to do nuthin. but heres a cuple i had dun (i am trine to git back to ritin n readin n not havin a migraine ever day of my life!).Solar EclipseIn sudden darknessWe find ourselves at midday,Looking to the sky,The sun’s loving light dimmed

buddydonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13506384697813040090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475620.post-30710522278455296942009-09-29T05:36:00.006-04:002009-09-29T11:12:27.968-04:00

HolesThe big leaf of life,Filled with holes for migraineurs,Huge missing piecesOf memories, histories,Is precious for each cruel flaw.

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i figgerd twood be proper to give ye a lil update on how thangs is a'goin with my migraines, witch i havent bin able to git thru three daze without havin one since july 8. i dun seen a slew of doctors bout it n seems lack twont ever end, ceptn thays always hope n i have dun bin a'countin my blessins, witch thays moren i kin mentchun, startin with miz bd, who she takes keer of me n sticks by me no

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i sumtimes wish i could be lack that big ole oak tree that wuz a'growin in grandie's yard ... nuther migraine day (after a nuther migraine night) ... nuther doctor to see today ... tiz true, sumtimes, i druther be a ole oak tree lost in a forest sumwhars ...OakConsider the oak,Standing naked and upright,Bending in the wind,Freezing in icy snow, yetNever a word of complaint.

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thanks to them migraine hed-akes, this has bin one of the wurst summers of my life. but i jes notissd that sumbidy writ eem a review of shoot the devil, witch ye kin git yer own copy over at amazon (n read a cuple other reviews) here (cumpleat with waka writ fer ye [ifn ye give me two wurds fer a topick], a chop in chinese that means 'wandering hillbilly' n my verr own signatchur).but even ifn ye

buddydonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13506384697813040090noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475620.post-25607456536510070812009-09-11T08:23:00.000-04:002009-09-11T08:24:48.354-04:00

SalamanderThe salamander,Easily living both inWater and on earth,Unafraid of injury,Proof of regeneration.

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SalmonBehold wild salmon,Swimming freely through wide seas,Coming home to spawnIn death, feeding all others,An orgy of sacrifice.

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MockingbirdHumble mockingbird,Merrily singing for all,Master of music,His own, that of other birds,And even that of silence.

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ScarsStill trying to healFrom traumatic wounds that leftUgly, wicked scars,Clues from which to reconstructThe crimes that caged my spirit.

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jes wonted to post a lil note to let ye know i am still here even ifn i aint bin postin. all summer long migraines has bin a'killin me n turns out thays a lil problem causin nausea that made me thank i wuz gittin more migraines than i wuz. but i aint posted much on a counta the heavy medicayshun, witch it make my hed feel deddern it duz whenever tiz a'hurtin frum a migraine ... but without the

buddydonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13506384697813040090noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475620.post-30175310540412397952009-08-10T05:22:00.004-04:002009-08-10T06:26:04.010-04:00

i am a'hopin that i kin git to wurk n stay thar this hole day. i am a'hopin that i kin git my short term disabilty tuck keer of. i am a'hopin minny a thang today.as ye mite could figger out by now, i have bin bout as sick this past munth as ever i kin member. it all started on the 8th day of july when i knew i wuz in pane but figgerd is could wurk thru it. i dun it n dun the same thang the nex

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i aint bin able to rite much lately on a counta havin the longest n wurstest migrain i have yet had in this here life. odd thang bout it is how it prooves that even ifn ye git the best health keer cuveridge ye kin git, thays still a'gone be sum folk standin betwixt ye n yer doctor.fer eggsample: i wint to see my neurologist, witch that thar insurants cumpny woodnt let me pick a speshulist on a

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StretchThe prime of one’s lifeSeems to stretch out lazilyLike a panting dogOn a summer afternoon;Autumn winds blow all too soon.

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i aint writ a post in a while on a counta how i have bin in migraine hell fer whut seems lack ferever but caint be but a week or so. me n miz bd has tride to track it, witch tiz hard on a counta i dont all ways add mitt that i am a'havin one. i reckun i wurked thru two hard daze with them hedakes last thursdy n fridy, but they set in with wurser n wurser simptums till on mundy twuz as panefull as

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WinningIt does not matterThat athletes should spend their livesSeeking perfection,Striving to become the best,Yet failing ever to win.

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after a while, all them firewurks pitchers gits to looking the same, but thays one that kindly stands out fer me, witch i kindly look lack a huge bow-kay of flowers ... click on it to see it big ...ifn ye wonta see all them pitchers i tuck of the macys fourth of july firewurks display, click this here lank.

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ConceptionPotential lies stillIn her warm silent bedWhile deadly struggleCruelly eliminatesAll but one of her suitors.

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i aint had time to process all them pitchers i tuck, but heres a cuple more ...

buddydonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13506384697813040090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475620.post-9779270838440951692009-07-06T06:27:00.003-04:002009-07-06T06:40:24.296-04:00

mayhap ye dun red that this year that thar macys july 4th firewurks show wuz helt on the hudson river, witch that made it rite simple to git us a spot whar we could see em n even take a pitcher or two or 6 hunnert. miz bd went out to git a bench round 3 pm. i cooked up sum vittles -- sum gwawkamolee, pizza n lemon meringue pie -- n twuz easy a nuff to take out the gwawkamolee n sum chips fer

buddydonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13506384697813040090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475620.post-63243040774160021802009-07-02T06:19:00.004-04:002009-07-02T06:49:43.725-04:00

a sayin i lack to live by is thisn:habits: easy to make, hard to brakegooduns make ye, baduns brake yei try to cuntrol my habits as much as i kin, even trine to reeplace a badun with a goodun ever now n agin. mosly, i am stuck with my baduns (hard to brake) n try to keep my gooduns a'goin.on saturdy me n miz bd went over to one of our favert places in man hattan, witch tiz a book store name of

buddydonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13506384697813040090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475620.post-25711122073266947532009-07-01T06:20:00.000-04:002009-07-01T06:21:28.183-04:00

PerseveranceAn endless snowfall —The path grown slick and icy —Till tired temptationWhispers: relax, lie down!Yet the wise old soul hikes on.

buddydonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13506384697813040090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475620.post-88820904954382415062009-06-30T06:25:00.003-04:002009-06-30T06:37:34.918-04:00

tuther week me n miz bd tuck ourself over to the brooklyn botanick garden on a counta twuz time fer them roses to be at thar peak, witch they wuz.twuz a verr odd day fer us in a way on a counta how even tho i wuz mindin my own bizness n keepin rite close to miz bd, on three differnt occashuns women cum up to me as ifn she wudnt even thar. furstn wuz in the subway whilst we wuz a'waitin fer the

buddydonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13506384697813040090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475620.post-18165055654111777672009-06-29T06:31:00.001-04:002009-06-29T06:34:18.016-04:00

buddydonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13506384697813040090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475620.post-39939338105846480392009-06-26T06:06:00.002-04:002009-06-26T06:11:30.492-04:00

tiz my dream that sumday i will share this view ...with this lil feller ...

buddydonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13506384697813040090noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475620.post-41212263885251397632009-06-25T05:50:00.004-04:002009-06-25T06:30:10.034-04:00

tuther day buck putt up a comment on a post i dun bout our furst grandson ezekiel. he ast:I get the feeling that Ezekiel might be "rurnt"Any truth to that? :-)rurnt? that lil un aint hardly rurnt lessn ye mean even more spoilt than that proverbyall rotten apple that sent the hole barrel down to ruinayshun! n ifn he aint rurnt yet, tiz only proof that we gut us sum wurk yet to be dun.i am shore

buddydonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13506384697813040090noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475620.post-17764131221534844742009-06-24T06:32:00.003-04:002009-06-24T06:42:14.586-04:00

i have herd it sed that whenever ye start to git ole n notiss how most thangs in life is kindly a'gittin a lil wurses, along cums one of lifes gratest bonuses: a grandchild. one year ago today, me n miz bd n a slew of other folk was down at st vincents hospitull in the greenwich village waitin fer the arrival of a lil feller, witch we dint know till he wuz born whuther he wuz a'gone be a boy or a

buddydonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13506384697813040090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475620.post-9464996012803286922009-06-23T06:43:00.004-04:002009-06-23T06:55:15.602-04:00

they say t he fruit dont fall far frum the tree, witch that means them kids is a'gone turn out a lot lack thar parnts. tiz the case with ezekiel on a counta hes jes lack tony whenever ye tell eem sumthin aint allowd. that then becums the verr thang he wood wonta do.as menchunned yesterdy, ezekiel wonted to go outside. evertime he gut a'loose, thats whar he wood hed. heres sum pitchers of a

buddydonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13506384697813040090noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475620.post-90340027670076666132009-06-22T07:01:00.004-04:002009-06-22T07:17:25.053-04:00

ezekiel wuz born one year ago on windsdy, but thay wuz a party up in westchester yesterdy, so me n miz bd wint, witch we woodnta missd it fer innythang. i aint even close to finishin them pitchers frum le conte, so ye kin jes magine how far behind i am with pitchers of the party! (n i aint even tride to look at sum pitchers tuck last week at the brooklyn botanick garden ... maybe sum day.)but

buddydonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13506384697813040090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475620.post-18660412415368890472009-06-20T07:48:00.007-04:002009-06-20T08:10:26.163-04:00

cuple thangs to say bout this here blog. miz bd gut me a doe mane name of wanderinghillbilly.com, so ye kin jes type that into yer browser ifn ye wonta visit! wudnt that nice of her? nuther thang ye mite wonta notiss is how i putt a lank up to whar ye kin see all them pitchers tuck by buddy don over on my smugmug site. caint figger why that didnt occur to me ere now, but thar ye go.heres a few

buddydonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13506384697813040090noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475620.post-63028997104852814792009-06-19T06:22:00.002-04:002009-06-20T08:11:23.369-04:00

these here pitchers should be proof a nuff that me n miz bd made it to the top of mt le conte, witch tiz a thang that gits a lil more doubtfull ever year that passes (but we dun purty good fer a cuple fifty-sumthins!) ...furst, heres whar a bidy could git a bite to eat n a lil perteckshun frum the cold ...

buddydonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13506384697813040090noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475620.post-51892160534075576872009-06-18T06:15:00.002-04:002009-06-20T08:11:23.370-04:00

whenever ye hike in them smokies, ye are verr lackly to find yerself up in them clouds. tiz why they call em the smokies, n tiz why everythang is sorta hazy. tiz moist, clean n as sweet smellin as innythang thay is. heres a cuple pitchers that shows them clouds ...

buddydonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13506384697813040090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475620.post-33484588649865790642009-06-17T06:00:00.006-04:002009-06-20T08:11:23.370-04:00

by the way, i bin puttin up pitchers everday kindly lack a eggspearmint on a counta i have notissd that the more pitchers i putt on this here blog, the more traffick i git. i reckun it has sumthin to do with googles algorerhythms or sumthin. ifn i kin keep it up, mayhap i will see hunderds dozens of vistors everday!innywho, one of the thangs me n miz bd seen a lot of whenever we clumb mt le conte

buddydonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13506384697813040090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475620.post-67254662340639636982009-06-16T05:37:00.002-04:002009-06-20T08:11:23.371-04:00

RootsGreat exposed tree rootsHold the wet trail togetherAs they grip the earth,Trapping water in crannies,Reflecting the world above.

buddydonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13506384697813040090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475620.post-5973975683044885502009-06-15T05:48:00.003-04:002009-06-20T08:11:23.372-04:00

buddydonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13506384697813040090noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475620.post-79515345155206472932009-06-13T06:56:00.005-04:002009-06-13T08:00:00.338-04:00

i caint hardly bleeve it n cum nigh on to missin it, but today makes six year i bein a'ritin thangs in this here blog. twuz a thang i dun on a whim n manely sos i could practiss ritin in hillbilly dialeck till i could git it reglar. ye mite notiss i dint say 'till i could git it rite' on a counta aint no rite bout it. i doot the way i herd my elders a'doon it whenever thay wuz a'tellin each other

buddydonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13506384697813040090noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475620.post-88171393368264112932009-06-12T06:04:00.005-04:002009-06-12T15:27:42.776-04:00

yesterdy i woke up with a killer hedache on the rite side of my hed, eggzackly whar them migraines hits me. thang wuz, i dint have a lot of tuther stuff that cums long with a real migraine, witch ye mite could call em psykologicull effecks. so i went to wurk n dun a presntayshun to our global team n gritted my way thru a cuple other importunt meetins n then went in fer a meetin with my boss,

buddydonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13506384697813040090noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475620.post-8950882287797796842009-06-11T05:13:00.003-04:002009-06-20T08:11:23.373-04:00

seems lack i bin trine to ketch my own tail ever since gittin back frum vacayshun. i gut to be at wurk early today sos i kin brush up fer a presentauyshun to our global team, so i wont have much time to do innythang moren post a nuther pitcher frum le conte, witch as anne johnson sed in a comment, 'Ain't the mountains wunnerful fer bein bettern art?' tiz a fack, ma'am!

buddydonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13506384697813040090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475620.post-37230782988902413612009-06-10T06:13:00.002-04:002009-06-20T08:11:23.375-04:00

jes couldnt make myself fall back asleep when i woke round midnite but then couldnt wake back up once i finely fell asleep long about the time i generly git up.heres a pitcher frum our hike:

buddydonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13506384697813040090noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475620.post-10948654877505877532009-06-09T06:25:00.002-04:002009-06-20T08:11:23.376-04:00

me n miz bd lacks to take whut we call the grate mothers tour of whutever year it is that we git a chants to go visit our mothers, mine in tennessee, hern in ohio. we generly rent a car n drive to one place or tuther n then home, witch this year we had a lil stop in washingtun deecee that miz bd had to make on a counta she is lobbyin our jr senator to do the rat thang with respeck to the unitin

buddydonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13506384697813040090noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475620.post-7211276046485847332009-06-08T06:26:00.001-04:002009-06-08T06:27:35.231-04:00

GratitudeOur parents give usLife, care and independence,Proving selfless love,For which they ask for nothingBut a child’s pure gratitude.

buddydonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13506384697813040090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475620.post-61849762785035508492009-05-24T05:16:00.001-04:002009-05-24T05:18:16.933-04:00

SurprisedForgot my iPodThis morning before walkingIn the May breezes,Where I was surprised to hearAn angelic choir of birds.

buddydonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13506384697813040090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475620.post-63823890046152674632009-05-23T05:33:00.003-04:002009-05-23T05:39:48.342-04:00

in case ye git to wundern whuther i have dun dropped offn this here worl, dont wurry nun: me n miz bd is a'gone git on the rode later on today sos we kin visit with our kin in the grate states of tennessee n ohio. we kin hardly wait to see em! miz bd is a'gone brang a laptop cumputer she gut, so mayhap i will git the chants to post a pitcher or sumthin.our dream fer the trip is to git sum good a

buddydonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13506384697813040090noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475620.post-62308132346147349932009-05-22T06:37:00.001-04:002009-05-22T06:37:41.039-04:00

ReversalSetback equals test,Stumble opportunity,Reversal a chanceTo master fate and oneself,To grow stronger and wiser.

buddydonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13506384697813040090noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475620.post-22766554342304784782009-05-21T05:06:00.004-04:002009-05-21T05:18:54.504-04:00

in a comment on the pitcher i putt up yesterdy, buck of Tete-â-Tete-â-Tete pointed out a cuple of thangs only a verr sharp observer wood ever notiss:I love the way Ezekiel's eye is caught in the rim of the mirror. That is neat.And the guy in the picture on the shelf. That picture looks like it was taken in the mountains of appalachia.Was it?furst, tiz a bit of a shame to half to add mitt that me

buddydonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13506384697813040090noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475620.post-81074979046316596822009-05-20T06:25:00.003-04:002009-05-20T06:31:45.730-04:00

tuther week (or munth) me n miz bd gut to go to a party fer my grate neffyew (n he is a grate lil feller!). durin the celebrayshun, i tuck a pitcher in a meer that turnt out magickull ...in that thar pitcher ye kin see ezekiel n my grate neffyew liam n his grandpa n tony n pitchers of sum of the fambly thats no longer with us n sum that is. twuz a lucky shot. tiz proof that ye orta take as minny

buddydonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13506384697813040090noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475620.post-26111596951392221442009-05-19T05:39:00.002-04:002009-05-19T05:41:35.550-04:00

It Can’t Be Our FaultYou fought through the war, you’re home and upset,But we don’t want to hear nothing no how,We don’t want to see you on our Tee Vee setFighting the wars we don’t care about now.The bombs, the destruction, it all brings us down —We don’t want to seem the least bit unkind —But we have a game, our team is in town,So why should we sully our beautiful mind?Why should we care about

buddydonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13506384697813040090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475620.post-25127766519179734562009-05-18T07:24:00.003-04:002009-05-18T07:27:49.982-04:00

i aint bin ritin nuthin fer bout a week on a counta havin the flu, witch ye mite could say twuz a ruff row to hoe. i am still loded with congestchun n coffin my fool hed off n hopin miz bd dont cum down with the same flu. i hope to git back to reglar postin purty soon. n i hope nun of yall gits this flu, witch it had me with hi fever fer days (102) then low fevers with abdominull distress, witch

buddydonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13506384697813040090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475620.post-65269584707415646602009-05-14T06:03:00.000-04:002009-05-14T06:04:42.629-04:00

FluAir through both nostrils,No elevated fever,Queasiness or runs,But sweet survivor’s fatigue —Renewed spirit after flu.

buddydonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13506384697813040090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475620.post-18843984555132334702009-05-08T06:09:00.005-04:002009-05-13T11:05:51.767-04:00

CaptureEnergy from sunsPours freely into the voidTowards entropy,Yet fragile grass and flowersCapture it and build whole worlds.

buddydonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13506384697813040090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475620.post-24033540327111818372009-05-07T06:02:00.002-04:002009-05-07T06:06:37.069-04:00

EarthNewly budded leavesSplashes of bright tulip huesCherry blossom snowBlind kittens crying for milkThe smell of newly plowed earth

buddydonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13506384697813040090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475620.post-44714944658556731622009-05-06T05:48:00.002-04:002009-05-06T06:10:19.577-04:00

No Matter What He DoesWe used to talk about the famous “up or down vote,”As if that were the only thing that mattered,But now that things have changed, we all must chant another noteIn shocked tones that suggest we’ve been mad hattered!We do not even know who our next enemy will be,And yet we know for certain we oppose this great unknown,Obstructive fights could be avoided if the nomineeWere

buddydonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13506384697813040090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475620.post-36171057521999682882009-05-05T05:49:00.000-04:002009-05-05T05:50:46.002-04:00

Bright DayAs dark clouds gather,We brace for the coming stormWith prayers of thanks,Knowing that the greening treesMean a bright day will soon dawn.

buddydonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13506384697813040090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475620.post-50124372357516234422009-05-04T06:31:00.003-04:002009-05-04T06:35:19.178-04:00

them cherry blossoms wuz here fer a verr short season, but now thar near all dun been shed frum thar trees. heres a cuple pitchers of em whenever they wuz in peak:

buddydonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13506384697813040090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475620.post-19883513589630294472009-05-02T15:21:00.005-04:002009-05-02T15:37:56.145-04:00

LilacsWhen the lilacs bloomIn early May, their rich fragranceFills the heavy airWith bruised purple memoriesOf our sweet baby sister.

buddydonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13506384697813040090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475620.post-63809339681571033192009-04-30T06:02:00.006-04:002009-04-30T06:21:31.308-04:00

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

buddydonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13506384697813040090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475620.post-3006905189696416382009-04-29T06:18:00.002-04:002009-04-29T06:20:28.102-04:00

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!

buddydonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13506384697813040090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475620.post-8477107033869780252009-04-28T06:16:00.001-04:002009-04-28T06:16:52.491-04:00

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

buddydonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13506384697813040090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475620.post-86433131542186355532009-04-27T06:29:00.004-04:002009-04-27T07:07:04.001-04:00

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

buddydonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13506384697813040090noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475620.post-64404642516504023332009-04-24T05:36:00.001-04:002009-04-24T05:41:37.325-04:00

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

buddydonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13506384697813040090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475620.post-75835847222868866042009-04-23T06:10:00.002-04:002009-04-23T06:24:40.573-04:00

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

buddydonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13506384697813040090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475620.post-5759916471724370232009-04-22T06:02:00.005-04:002009-04-22T06:16:44.122-04:00

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

buddydonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13506384697813040090noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475620.post-16868059168018524492009-04-21T06:43:00.004-04:002009-04-21T06:58:44.070-04:00

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

buddydonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13506384697813040090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475620.post-65068531581853970252009-04-20T06:09:00.004-04:002009-04-20T12:04:25.484-04:00

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

buddydonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13506384697813040090noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475620.post-80493232749176945652009-04-17T06:05:00.002-04:002009-04-17T06:07:54.179-04:00

buddydonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13506384697813040090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475620.post-44971971298938470442009-04-16T05:42:00.003-04:002009-04-16T06:14:21.805-04:00

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

buddydonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13506384697813040090noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5475620.post-80792156890691795702009-04-15T05:50:00.003-04:002009-04-15T06:08:37.406-04:00

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

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