Monday, October 31, 2016

Orion Greets Me

Orion Greets Me

            -i-
Orion greets me
In the early morn
Step out the door
In the Southern sky

           -ii-
Orion greets me
One week left
Before he's asleep
When I step outside

          -iii-
Orion greets me
Hunting far above
Immense space between
Reminded of smallness

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet.

Sunday, October 30, 2016

Mercy

     Mercy

       -i-
Broken places
Deep wounds
Crushed soul
Mercy

       -ii-
Awareness
Despair
Hope
Mercy

       -iii-
Beyond repair
Shattered
Remade
Mercy

       -iv-
Beauty
Breathe
Restored
Mercy

       -v-
Scars
Becoming
Beauty marks
Mercy

       -vi-
Glory
Rescued
Claimed
Mercy

       -vii-
Intimacy
Love
Received
Mercy

       -viii-
Whole
Complete
Union
Mercy

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet.

Saturday, October 29, 2016

Last Day of the Season

Last Day of the Season

Sounds of life fill the air
Whistles of referees
Sounds of kids voices
In excitement of game

Green fields at the end of October
Thump of soccer ball kicked
Sporadic cheers of parents erupt
Red and neon green flags at the corners stiff in the wind

Fields become quiet
Only four teams remain
All the age groups gone
Except the oldest age division

Coolness drifts onto the field
Sun grows low on horizon
Breeze chills the players
Parents huddle to stay warm

Then it is over
Another season drawn to a close
Disperse quickly in fading light
Cleats and shin guards put away

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet.




Thursday, October 27, 2016

Two Tracks

                 Two Tracks

Two dirt tracks on the edge of the field
Cutting through the prairie
Exposes packed loamy soil
Quiet space fills the air
Pushing out internal noise
Swirls out the soul drain
With each step peace rise
Displaces anxiety
Recharged

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet.
Written for an online contest.

Wednesday, October 26, 2016

Mercy and Grace

     Mercy and Grace

Soul in liminal space
Between longing, love, and lust
Pulling you close
Praying mercy and grace

All I haven't been
Not what you deserve
Change comes slowly
Truth hard to see

Been let down
By self and others
Belief comes hard
That can be remade

When mind replays
Past failures and heartaches
Hope comes hard
That love can be renewed

Praying mercy and grace
Pulling you close
Between longing, love, and lust
Souls in liminal space

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet.

Action

             Action

                -i-
Love expressed in belief
Exposes poser of reason
Can't explain heart and soul
Embrace what really know

               -ii-
Love expressed in action
Not a stoic journey
Doesn't yield to scientific method
Yields to heart

               -iii-
Love expressed in risk
Overcome past and fears
Laid open and vulnerable
Only way to know

                -iv-
Love expressed in passion
Giving self away
Defying logic
Crazy desire to know and be known

    
About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet.

Sunday, October 23, 2016

In the Forge

In the Forge

In the forge's fire
Malleable and soft
Smithy's hammer blows
Forms and shapes

Coals glowing
Immersed in purifying
Heat purging
Humility's softness

Heart forged anew
Each strike on anvil
Remade into original
Recycled and renewed

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet.

Written during worship at church today.

Wind's Caress

Wind's Caress

Wind caresses my skin
Hair on arms feel its light touch
Like lips softness teasing
Seducing in the warm light

Arouses loving memories
Awakens hopefulness of what can be
Beauty wraps mind
Pulling me close

Submerged in warmth
Rays of love illuminate
Colors of autumn
Seasons of intimacy

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet.

Friday, October 21, 2016

Feather

                Feather

A perfectly shaped feather
Waiting to be found
Brown, black, and deep burnt red
A pheasant's loss my gain

I proudly carry it
Keep it close
As continue walking Molly
A treasure found

Boyish curiosity awakens
In a simple discovery
Beauty and softness
In fading light of day

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet.
A feather I found walking Molly.

Hidden Treasure

   Hidden Treasure

Unseen glory
Hidden treasure
Unwritten story
Abounding pleasures

Battles well fought
Fulfilling our duty
X marks the spot
Uncover the booty

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet.

Bank

       Bank

Brick building
Holding money
Power wielded
In fortress

Solemnness of church
False importance of clergy
No risk for them
Love the worship

God like power
Empowering or disempowering
Dream breakers
Dream makers

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet.

Wednesday, October 19, 2016

Branches Leak

        Branches Leak

Moon plays hide and seek
Between Autumn golden leaves
Soft light between branches leaks
Quaking in the gently breeze

Caress of lovers
Interplays gently
Season discover
Awakens accidentally

Timing is everything
Pressed together
Rustling leaves sing
Matchmaker so clever

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet.

Tuesday, October 18, 2016

Unseen Bully

   Unseen Bully

Sound of the wind
An unseen bully
Pushing trees violently
Stripping them nude

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet.

Sunday, October 16, 2016

Truth Slap

      Truth Slap

When truth slaps
Attention captured
Thunder claps
Soul's explosive mixture

What once made sense
Blended and garbled
No longer a defense
Losing marbles

Unsteady as gaze
Change in gravity
Reality ablaze
Exposes internal cavity

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet.


Saturday, October 15, 2016

West of Jacksonville

          West of Jacksonville

West of Jacksonville on I-72 there he was,
In woody cover near the on ramp.
Peering out from the edge at midday,
Cautious coyotee studying the world.

Traffic speeding past,
Goes unnoticed.
Wildness in our midst,
Just an observation away.

Wild parts within,
On the fringe of consciousness.
Lurking for opportunities,
To surface and hunt.

Places of passion repressed,
Eruption of love expressed.
Restraints removed,
What's dead resurrected.

Fully alive,
Fringes of me welcomed.
Integration of being,
Washed in love and flooded with peace.

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet.

Saturday, October 8, 2016

Catch a Smile

               Catch a Smile

Dust wafts in the air
Down the dirt road I go
Filling the cab with talc like powder
Transporting me back to a happy time

Puffy dust cloud streaks behind
Vapor trail of time travel
Memory flares
Dust's taste and smell a gravitational pull

In the mountains with father
Dirt roads in mid-Summer
Rough as a cob he would say
Until we reached our destination

A stream in the Sangre De Cristo's
Trout dancing on the water
As reel it in
Catch a smile on my face

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet.

Thursday, October 6, 2016

Topsy-Turvey

       Topsy-Turvey

World is upside down,
What's wrong is right,
What's right is wrong,
Orwellian (1984 and Animal Farm). 

Lie becomes truth,
Lawlessness becomes law,
Ignorance becomes knowledge,
Gilliam (movie Brazil).

Guarantee no risk,
Safety no freedom,
Persecute all who oppose,
Bradburian (Fahrenheit 451).

Civilized become animals,
Criminals becomes elite,
Violence becomes peace,
Miller and Kennedy (movie Mad Max).

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet.

Wednesday, October 5, 2016

Insulated

                    Insulated

Sullen sky hides the sinking sun
Gray clouds cast gloom
Sowing disappointment in the air

Coolness of a Nebraska October day
Schizophrenic day between hot and cold
Stealing green and leaves from the living

Resignation falls like a winter coat
Insulated from season's bitterness
Darkness falls earlier now

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet.

Tuesday, October 4, 2016

Lurks

                        Lurks

Through the cracks darkness creeps
Daily it lurks and peeps
Death lurks in its lair
Stench in the air

Seal the cracks
No more broken back
Let it rot in its den
Write its obituary in pen

Twinge of pain to let go
Smash it with truthful blow
Grief and suffering surge
Sound the mournful dirge

Love's calm sea settles
You've discover your tough metal
Scarred and bruised
Strengthened and renewed

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet.

Monday, October 3, 2016

Loosen that Grip

             Loosen that Grip

Why the clenched hands
Oh son of man
All that anger held in fist
Such a bitter laundry list

What will it take to loosen grip
Driven by own mental tormentor's whip
Memories burnt into soul
Distorted into hunched up troll

Feeding the victim thar become
Seared mind to overcome
Pain is a harsh master
Relief if loosen grip faster

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet.

Sunday, October 2, 2016

Sunday's Surprise

            Sunday's Surprise 
Suzette is pure Arabian of Egyptian blood lines
born today.
Suzette's a surprise in the straw,
At break of day.
Suzy-Q a new born bay,
Beautiful gift in days of awe.

Name means lily,
White and pure such a prize.
Courageous little filly,
Sunday's surprise.

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet.

Saturday, October 1, 2016

Autumn on the River

North Platte River Near Morrill, NE. Today
Autumn on the River

Shades of green and gold
Limbs outstretched
Paints the river valley
Slowly, teasingly stripping

Bare in few weeks
Beauty blown upon the ground
Starkness of today with what will be
A different kind of beauty



About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet.

Autumn on the River

North Platte River Near Morrill, NE. Today
Autumn on the River

Shades of green and gold
Limbs outstretched
Paints the river valley
Slowly, teasingly stipping

Bare in few weeks
Beauty blown upon the ground
Starkness of today with what will be
A different kind of beauty



About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet.