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YOU KNOW IT’S THE WRITE WAY
BUDDY
My buddy is a friend indeed,
always there when I need,
always ready to concede,
always around when I plead,
always with me when I feed,
always hanging around when there’s a girl to seed,
no matter how hard I plead;
always with me for every single deed,
despite my warnings, he doesn’t heed;
always dragging behind whenever I lead,
as if he’s a damned weed!
My buddy, a friend who DOES impede,
but for them, we have a need,
despite annoyance,
irritation,
however much we’re displeased,
‘cos
my buddy is a friend indeed
(c) Anthony North, April 2008
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A bud is an asexual growth on a parent organism that becomes a new one. In other words, it is life. But it has also become a word to describe something new beginning to happen in general.
If you are willing to do something, you are ‘budding’. And in this sense, bud is a metaphor for what is best about the human race. It indicates renewal, tells that we can always change, adapt, thrive.
The bud can strike the person, changing those unchangeable spots. As an idea, it can go on from the person achieving it, to infect others. The ‘bud’ of an idea can end up changing society itself.
And in that sense, we should all learn how to Bud. For nothing is more soul destroying than remaining as you are, trapped in routine and boredom. So generate a ‘bud’ yourself, and do something different. It can enhance you, and your society.
© Anthony North, April 2008
LIFE
Life, it grows, it dies, is reborn,
the beauty of a rose, complimented by its thorn;
It thrives in absolute diversity,
demanding no rights, no obligation, no fee
Life is everywhere, from my toes to my hair,
but of it, nothing can I declare;
it remains a paradoxical mystery,
from an ant, a fish, and even a tree
From where did it come, this thing called life
its dominion on Earth, its troubles and strife?
Some say it came from a primeval goo,
others that God made me and you
We know it only from its conscious upstarts
but life is greater than the sum of its parts;
It is the ultimate connection of things,
ecology, together, it buzzes, it sings
But if only it could speak to us so low,
allowing understanding of diversity, its glow;
We may learn to treat it with more respect,
instead of being so brutal,
unthinking,
and killing through neglect
(c) Anthony North, April 2008



