Monday, February 27, 2017

One Last Good Night


One Last Good Night



The last good night before everything changes,

Used to read you bed time stories,

Sing you a lullaby as rocked you to sleep.

Now you are all grown up and we can share joy and celebrate.

Can still be sad that one will be missing when say good night.



August 17, 2016, On last good night at home with son before going to college.



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

Sunday, February 26, 2017

When We Were Young


 When We Were Young



When we were young

And love was naïve

Not knowing what we didn't know



A young thrill in being together

A happiness in found each other

Seeing where that has led

Father's mercy upon us

As dross removed from character

Purification required for depth of intimacy

Didn't know what we didn't know



When we were young

And love was naïve

Not knowing what we didn't know



Union together in heat of relationship

Boiling impurities and wounds to surface

Drawn off as only marriage can do

Pain and suffering of longings unfulfilled

Intimacy's cry breaking heart of stone

Not knowing what didn't know



When we were young

And love was naïve

Not knowing what we didn't know



After all these years hope awakens

Young love kindles in soul

Redemption for years of suffering

He knew what we didn't know



When we were young

And love was naïve

Not knowing what we didn't know



His loving hand of training and discipline

Teaching how to give and receive love

Exploring what my being truly desires

Not settling for false offers of the world

Transformation's journey full of twists and turns

The journey of love and intimacy



When we were young

And love was naïve

Not knowing what we didn't know



About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet. (17-056A)

Saturday, February 25, 2017

Magical Moments


Pilot, our English Shepherd, captured in the snow




















Magical Moments



Magical moments

Flakes captured

Surreal image

See as eye can't



Symbiotic beauty of animals

In element of creation

Graced to participate

Recalling gift of life



About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet. (17-055B)

Friday, February 24, 2017

Angel Wings














         Angel Wings



Angel wings rustle the tall grass

Solitude on the high plains

Gentle warmth of sun

A late Winter's day



About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet. (17-046A)

Thursday, February 23, 2017

Hole in Soul


    Hole in Soul



            -i-

A hole in the soul

External can't fill

Numbing attempts to be whole

Can't be still



           -ii-

A hole in the soul

Leaking life

Thoughts roll

Internal strife



          -iii-

A hole in the soul

Longing to be free

Heart's desire to be full

Hoping to see



           -iv-

A hole in the soul

What can it mean

Innocence stole

Ache to be clean



            -v-

A hole in the soul

Damage of sin

Absolution's gravitational pull

Toxic poison within



           -vi-

A hole in the soul

A journey to take

A hole in the soul

A life to embrace



          -vii-

A hole in the soul

Redemption

Soul is whole

Soul is whole



About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet. (17-051A)

Wednesday, February 22, 2017

Margins

                   Margins

Fine line across the edge of horizon
Gray-blue clouds hug close
Razor thin edge of light seeps through
Against the brown of dormant Winter

Razor thin margins in life
Miss living with all the motion
In a fog going nowhere fast
False importance of deceptions believe

Razor thin margins in relationships
Superficial connection settles in
Emptiness mingles in the space
Wonder why tears grace face

Razor thin margins of mind
Clutter fills every waking moment
Crisis to crisis the norm
Life's one consuming storm

Razor thin margins of soul
So busy trying to fill this hole
People and things just swallowed within
Must quiet self and be still

Razor thin margins in body
Pride in being needed
Sacrifice body for false comfort
Congruence of simpler walk


About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet. (17-042C)

Tuesday, February 21, 2017

Drawn Out

     Drawn Out

Internal joy wells up
Springing from hope
Igniting faith
Re-formed and created

Transformation's journey
Dross pulled out in trials
Vulnerability opens purity
Teachable and soft

Who I am drawn out
Distortions removed
Clarity of being
Renewed and alive


About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet. (17-041A)

Monday, February 20, 2017

Chase No More

            Chase No More

Old black collie chases no more
In blackness prior to dawn
Headlights pierce the darkness
Charging out of the ditch
No time to react on the long dirt road
Each time pass hope to see him waiting
Sadness crosses face
The old black collie will chase no more


About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet. (17-047B)

Sunday, February 19, 2017

Exchange Shame

         Exchange Shame

Transformation's exchange
Must remember the forgotten
Memories awakened for complete redemption
And exchange relationship with shame
For Father's redeeming love

What's been suppressed, unbound
Contempt explored, source healed with a touch
Healing comes - slowly and quickly
Transformed moment by moment
From stain of sin's separation

His waves of love surge and ebb
Gently cleansing stains and debris
Engulfed in His ocean of love
Into His sea of forgetfulness
No longer draining life, energy, and hope
Each breath cleansing and free


About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet. (17-040A)

Saturday, February 18, 2017

Hair On Fire

       Hair On Fire

Always a crisis
Events foreseen, yet ignored
Light their hair on fire
Magical thinking with wave of a wand
Years of neglect resolved with a wish
Hair's still on fire


About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet. (17-047B)

Friday, February 17, 2017

Damaged Insulation

    Damaged Insulation

Dielectric damaged
Solid insulation split
Cracked at X0 bushing
Allowing moisture to penetrate

Current transformer's irreparable damage
Recycle is their redemption


About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet. (17-042B)

Monday, February 13, 2017

Engaged in Early Light

         Engaged in Early Light

Fox moving quickly
In early morn' light
Snow floating softly
As he moves across snow covered stubble

Beauty of fluffy tail
Graceful movement
Efficient as continues quest
Present enough to observe what's around me


About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet. (17-011z)

Feedlot

            Feedlot

Damp aroma clings to air
Feedlot two miles away
Wafts thick as temperature warms
Gradually olfactory dulls to smell

To one smell of goodness
To another a stench
To another a steak
To another an offense


About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet. (17-037Z)

Sunday, February 12, 2017

Morning Commute

      Morning Commute

In the predawn hour
Shadow takes form at side of the road
Mule deer deciding on shoulder
Break hard as sudden pivot and bounds away

Tail lights spew red
Back into the shelter of darkness
We each resume our journey
Shadows melting as sky lightens


About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet. (17-037A)

Saturday, February 11, 2017

Deep Anchors

         Deep Anchors

Love's spark ignites
As hope blows softly on embers
Once given up as dead
A phoenix rises from cold ashes

Seed that must die
Fall's into ground
Warmth of sun on dark place
Resurrection birthed in womb

Years of waiting, hoping
Finally wind of life blows
Awakening that which has lain in the ground
Roots gone deep before breaks the soil's crust

Attuned to harsh conditions
Driving deep anchors of soul
Internal transformation grows
Soon external fruit known


About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet. (17-038B)

Friday, February 10, 2017

Facing Mortality

  Facing Mortality

Each passing day
Building decade upon decade
Awaken to reality
Facing own mortality

On edge of periphery
Subtle change no longer ignore
Feel an extra ache
Body knows time passing

Young soul captive in aging body
Aware of time now
Each day becomes more precious
On this side of eternity to walk with Father

To know Him before body fails
To know Him before return back to Him
Intimacy with Him reflected
Living together our love flows

Advancing His kingdom
Surrendering my interpretation
Allowing Him space to dwell
That I might know Him


About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet. (17-039A)

Re-Cover

      Re-Cover

Ripped and torn
Used and time worn
Needs re-covered

Sin damaged and stained
Doesn't have to remain
Need re-covered

Shame has a fabric
Bound in black
Still need re-covered

Exposed and bare
Broken in despair
Still need re-covered

Vulnerable and humble
Love washed clean
Re-covered, re-deemed


About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet. (17-039A)

Thursday, February 9, 2017

Love Breaks Through

     Love Breaks Through

Love floods with warmth
Awakens frozen places
Hope arises in barrenness
Found again in Love's embrace

Deep at soul's core
Love sparks dead place to life
A breath of life in innermost being
What once was dead resurrected

A re-form-nation of being
A transformation begins
Metamorphosis from death to life
Wayward, lost parts found

Restoration of all that's lost
All in a moment
One touch of His hand and everything changes
Once dead, now alive - love breaks through

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet. (17-035C)

Saturday, February 4, 2017

Beech and Elm

              Beech and Elm

Wind surges like the surf
Pounding as breaks upon beech and elm
In sets of waves the wind cycles
Gusting warmth over Winter's snowy remnants

Trickling of water in rivulets
Dripping as ice yields swiftly
Wind lustfully drinks
Robbing rivulets of reaching river

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet. (17-035Z)

Friday, February 3, 2017

Come Alive

          Come Alive

Fiery blood horizon line
First edge of red sun
Appears casting pink hues
Softly on gentle clouds

Pink tint blankets the hills
Glory of another sunrise
Awakens all that Winter numbs
Come alive my soul

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet. (17-034B)

Thursday, February 2, 2017

Stains Deep

       Stains Deep

Stains so deep
Marking strands of DNA
Seared into memory
Automatic body response

Washed clean in His blood
Jesus paid it all
No need to double pay
Scrubbing clean deep stain

What once was, no more
Redeemed and claimed
No longer stained
Cleansed by the blood of the Lamb

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet. (17-032A)

Wednesday, February 1, 2017

Wolf Moon

       Wolf Moon

Wolf moon fills the night
Full moon's light
Seductively dressed in white

Awakens primal call
Of time prior to the Fall
Climb over internal wall

Adventure awaits under pale white
See differently in dimmer light
Shadows linger in the night

Tear down false suffering's wall
Not fatal to fall
Respond to beauty's call.

The full moon in January is called the wolf moon.

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet. (17-012A)