Haiku by Tom Humphrey: 00-04-03
"Bless our kites and winds-"
Darting through the mist
my Buka dances a reel
to the foghorn's tune.
I see my Buka,
tracing the sun's foggy halo:
a scene of beauty.
Such joy in motion,
as my Buka leaps skyward.
somewhere, Dennis grins.
Subject: nfka website post
Date: Sun, 27 Aug 2000 18:16:28 GMT
BOOK OF THE COPROLITE
BUKA SCHMOOKANot long ago on the Northwest Coast
There rang out a fearsome boast
That hi-tech Indian was kiting king
And the buka-schmooka a pitiful thing
A man called Cutter of Manjha fame
A broken down old wreck of a kiter
An historical event took place this day
Onlookers followed with awe in their eyes
No one watched the gray haired kiter
As the Indian advanced to take the point
The crowd watched with bated breath
Across the land coast to coast
kitewear fasion accessory
- The Buka Doo
If you don't soon have your
Om, mani, buka, hmm... ?
From: Pierre Gregoire
Subject: Re: [FK] design
Date: Wed, 24 Apr 2002 23:09:17 -0400
The Like is right, the shape is the cover that makes it escape. Umm does
that rhyme, and who says poetry has to make sense.
I was a flyier,who looked for the fire
The wind was upon me, the sound was upon me
The sound was started, but i could not get parted
To find the clouds of time, I thought that it was a rhyme
No matter it goes, because of woes
The kiteflier flies and the ocean lies.
fly the shape,