Showing posts with label power. Show all posts
Showing posts with label power. Show all posts

Thursday, April 18, 2019


Inrush

Power's inrush
  surge magnetizing core
    ushering light
      displacing darkness
        powering family

18-353A
Inspired by energizing two transformers at a new substation.
#highplainspoet
#westernnebraskathoughtsandlife

Friday, November 4, 2016

Shrinking

             Shrinking

Shrinking person
Assigns motive and intent
Pride blinds to consider
Always a victim

Hunched behind her desk
Gollumly crouching
Waiting to trounce
Trivial items so she's dismissed

Her anger arises
Her voice starts to raise
Here comes a lecture
Bitter brew spews and nobody cares

She thinks it's intentional
Creates her own mess
No longer has power
Rage has turned sour

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

Thursday, September 15, 2016

Inductance

         Inductance

Shift 90 degrees
Capacitor inserted
Voltage spike
Mega Vars pushed

Capacitive inductance
Reactive power
Inhibit reluctance
Flush the sour

Thin plates in paper and oil
Small gap between
Space new soil
Physics elegance so clean

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

Tuesday, September 13, 2016

Reality Adjusted

        Reality Adjusted

When the lights go out.
The phone goes dead.
Communications circuits go silent.
The lockout tripped.

So goes a day.
Being human is okay.
Power interrupted.
Reality adjusted.

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

Wednesday, July 27, 2016

Backside Of Beauty

View from the Ranch Tonight










         Backside of Beauty
On the backside,
Of a tornado,
Beauty can reside,
Rainbow bright and brilliant,
Consumes the evening sky.

Prevailing winds drunkenly shift,
Howling stiffly in the trees,
Dust puff low against horizon,
Loose hay floating about with ease,
On the other side of beauty,
Tremendous energy,
Spinning round about.

Spitting icy balls,
Violent anger expressed,
Wreaking destruction in erratic path,
Sirens blare alert the air,
As trauma does unfold,
Leaving wake of pain untold.

Nebraska's violent weather unleashed,
Upon the prairie and the hills,
Causing awe and wonder at the power,
Reminding humans that we're weak,
Can stand amazed at the extremes held in tension,
Seductive beauty on the backside of tornadic power.

Written about a tornado tonight south of Mitchell, NE.

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