Ink

Ink

My fountain pen ran out of ink

leaving the page empty

as I ponder what spills

without pen or paper

only to be written

upon the heart

At times a sacredness

in just sitting with poems

that are never meant for the page

to sing in deep resonance

that purges the busy mind

stringing words together

that will never be spoken

Poem 20-162y

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Poetry

Poetry (18-146A)

Addicted to poetry
each line's curve
beautiful figure
imagine the verve

Captures me slowly
causes a swerve
romanced by words
lusciously served

Born

Born (18-144B)

As I wander
my mind ponders
On this Spring morn
where poems are born

Country life is grand
connection to land
As chicken scratches
ink's idea catches

Two bays, one grey
lazily mow today
In the yard graze
birds singing praise

Dog vigilantly guards
barking at trespassers in yard
Cool breeze blows
lilac's aroma into nose

Dental Interrogation

Dental Interrogation (18-052Z)

Needle's prick Pierces gum

Lip numb Drill hums

Beneath Light's glare

Laid back in dental chair

Decay purged

Picked clean

Cavity filled

Dental interrogation

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet. (18-052Z)

Contentment

               Contentment

Contentment of abundance,
Not in money or things,
Found in simple glance,
Relationship bound by rings.

All that family brings,
Memories made 'round table,
Vulnerability and love sings,
Connections solid and stable.

Empowers and enables,
Children to surpass parents,
Living beyond generational labels,
Basking in sacred moments.

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

Brick Walls

                       Brick Walls

Pound your head against the brick wall,
Person chatters incessantly in hall,
Doesn't come up for air,
Goes on so long no one listens or cares.

Is he insane,
Or just in narcissist vein,
To him others invisible,
Insecurity so visible.

Fear driven chatter,
Nothing said in all the blather,
Another day solitude calls,
Pound your head against brick wall.

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

Little Things

Little Things 

Little things, 

Reveal the heart. 

Anger rises, 

Over little things. 

Allow the little things, 

To place a wedge. 

Pride holds each tight, 

Risk relationship over little things. 

Let go of the little things, 

Let go of childish pride. 

Abundance shares, 

Starts with the little things. 

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

Give Love Away

Give Love Away

Softness of sky,
In early morning,
Long season mourning,
Softness of sky.

Enough is enough,
Soul softened and tender,
Soul torn and rendered,
Enough is enough.

Shift in mind,
Letting memories go,
Drifted away ever so slow,
Shift in mind.

Wake up,
Congruency and aligned,
Stop wasting this time,
Wake up.

Courage is calling,
Seize the day,
Be malleable clay,
Courage is calling.

Give love away,
What seek from others,
Freely give to another,
Give love away.

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

Gears and Sprokets

Slip Clutch on New Holland Baler

Gears and Sprockets

Gears and Sprockets,
Mechanical rockets.
Slip clutch slip'n,
Pocket book dip'n.

45 year old machine,
Not polished or clean.
Drinks high temperature grease,
Ale to age's crease.

More work to be done,
It can be fun.
Time presses to bale,
Neighbor does, our's failed.

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

Ode To Our Wendy 6/7/16

Our Wendy Dog

       Ode To Our Wendy 6/7/16

Goodbye my friend.
Four legged canine.
Always breathed with a funny snort.
You had a good run and a long life.
Mini Aussie loved the farm.
Sudden change.
Foreboding yesterday.
You came and stood in my lap while all the rest of dogs were away.
A moment with just us that caught my attention.
Interrupting me on the ground as worked on the baler.
Took a few minutes to love on you.
Then off on your way.
Didn't know that would be the memory.
A stroke and your eyes saying help me.
Struggle of doing what know right.
Call the vet and end your suffering.
Leaves a hole in heart to say good bye.
Grief will fade and memories remain.
Your goofy ways will always bring a smile.
Goodbye my four legged friend.

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

Stillness

                Stillness

In the stillness of morning,
I walk with God,
Moments of gratitude and praise,
Moments of deep sorrow and pain.

Gratitude for the gift of life and a new day,
Sorrow for all that is yet to be made right,
Praise for hope new day brings,
Grief for emptiness of what has been.

A new opportunity to walk differently,
Walking out repentance with each breath,
Embracing humanity and all my desires,
Submitting all of me to all of Him.

An exchange of tears of sorrow,

For tears of joy and gladness.
That season of grief ends,
Hope returns with beauty of life.

Walking in place of authority,
Eden's bliss restored,
To walk in all the Second Adam,
Complete, redeemed, and restored.

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

Blown Bearings

The Mess of Bearing Failure on a 30+ Year Old Baler

Blown Bearings

Baler bearing blown,

Pickup won't turn.

Hay waits in the field,

Work to be done.

Mechanic hat on,

One of many I wear.

Teething each year,

Tests what sat.

When bearings fail,

Movement grinds to halt.

Forced repairs,

Mandatory down time.

As life wears,

Presence requires care.

Maintenance required,

Or seize up uninspired.

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

New Day

           New Day

New day, new hope.
Sun rise, sun bright.
Align heart, align mind.
Abundant life, abundant relationship.

Anxiety release and be free.
Open heart, embrace love.
No quarters for fear.
Today I live.

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

Fast Food Counter Girl

             Fast Food Counter Girl

Shame resides behind the counter.
Do you want fries with that?
See the sorrow of can't believe I've come to this.
Hat pulled low so can't see face.

Each person asks what are you doing here?
Each time tell the story shrinks lower.
One day working there, the next day here.
Wondering how will I ever get ahead?

I want to say it is just a day.
Seasons change and so will this.
Better days will come.
Hope is new every morning.

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

Double Bind

Double Bind

In the double bind,
Where life's confined.
In that spot,
It's really hot.

Pressure builds,
Until pot filled.
What oozes out,
Boils from spout.

Deep within,
Buried sin.
Foments at core,
Is it ever restored?

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

Into the Sky

Into the Sky

Into the sky,
Away she flies.
Friendship cries,
Beckons her high.

Frothy seas,
Hair brunette in breeze.
Burden free,
No more to grieve.

Feet in the sand,
At edge of land.
Waters edge I stand,
his overwhelming love so grand.

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

Stingy or Free

Stingy or Free

Give it away,

Pay it forward today.

Stingy or free,

Which will it be?

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

Never the Same

   Never the Same

Never the same,
After the moment of pain.
Trauma twists,
Clench fist.

Moment in time,
Internal's slimed.
Healing comes slowly,
Discovery of what's Holy.

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

Undone

         Undone

Rawness gives way,
In undoneness stay.
Mind chaotically strays,
Personhood gradually frays.

Go through the motions today,
Soul groans and pray.
Healing elusive yet crave,
No longer a slave.

Bitter taste lingers,
Prick of pain stinger.
Breath deep,
Rest and sleep.

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

Internal Sirens

         Internal Siren

Internal siren blares,
Security checkpoint launches flares.
Shame obfuscates,
Truth suffocates.

In the blink of an eye,
Tumultuous waters ply.
Emotions toss about,
Soul's prolonged drought.

Cage's internal wandering pace,
Familiar path revealingly trace.
Silence siren deep inside,
Peaceful prairie to abide.

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