Cold Blazing Kiss

         Cold Blazing Kiss

Sun hides just below ridge
Fiery cloud cuts the sky
Juxtaposed against cold
Greeted with attention getting snow

Contentment in awareness
Seeing beauty others miss
Awakens sleepy places
Coldness like a blazing kiss

Slumbering thoughts no longer still
Pink horizon arouses eyes
Cheeks embrace the chill
In serenity hear heart cries

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet.
(16-323B)

Snow Silently Floats

Snow Silently Floats

Silently snow floats
First snowfall of season
Western Nebraska's white coat
Beauty beyond reason

Hush hugs dormant things
Huddled herd finds shelter together
Fluffy whiteness to hide clings
Cool touch soft as feather

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet.
(16-322B)

Frosty Moon

                     Frosty Moon

Frosty Moon low in the west
Resting upon layers of pink, purple, and blue
In a shared light as dawn breaks
With a clear sky in the east

In the liminal space
Beauty of November's Beaver Moon
Gracefully surrendering
As the light of day bursts forth

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet.
(16-320C)

No More Fury

           No More Fury

Sins burnt up
In the fiery hell
Purified

Where sin once resided
Memories released in smoke
Holy ashes remain

Dark smoke released
Flame licking the sky
No more fuel to feed

Smoldering days
Glowing coals at night
No more fury to ignite

Cleared of the pain
Free of debris
New foundations lay

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet.
(16-299C)

Feathery Clouds

          Feathery Clouds

Clear morning sky
Solitary feathery cloud
Horizontally hangs
Fleshy skin pinkish red

Lover in red dress
Pinkish lips full
Inviting the dare
To press my lips to hers

Crash together
Pieces sluff off
Shedding of old
New maturity and growth

Edges soften
Where one ends
And another begins
Continually woven

Twenty eight years
From day we wed
Wake to beauty beside me
Fully feminine, fully different

Mystery of union
Becoming
Two complete individuals
In union

As become more complete
More to give
Expanded ability to receive
Transformation radiates

Dynamic movement
Willing exposure
Deeper connection
So much still to explore

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet.
(16-315B)

Communion of Union

Communion of Union

Father's love
Falls from above
Tasted in flesh and blood
Communion of union

Communion of union
Takes many forms
Manifest beauty
See and saw

See and saw
Teeter tauter
Balance of splendor
Know and known

Know and known
Physical expression
Heart connection
Soul to soul

Soul to soul
Drink 'til full
Love's consummation
Communion of union


About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet.
(16-300A)

Feathery Clouds

          Feathery Clouds

Clear morning sky
Solitary feathery cloud
Horizontally hangs
Fleshy skin pinkish red

Lover in red dress
Pinkish lips full
Inviting the dare
To press my lips to hers

Crash together
Pieces sluff off
Shedding of old
New maturity and growth

Edges soften
Where one ends
And another begins
Continually woven

Twenty eight years
From day we wed
Wake to beauty beside me
Fully feminine, fully different

Mystery of union
Becoming
Two complete individuals
In union

As become more complete
More to give
Expanded ability to receive
Transformation radiates

Dynamic movement
Willing exposure
Deeper connection
So much still to explore

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet.
(16-315B)

City Lights

                  City Lights

City lights dot the darkness
Looking down on the never sleep
So much effort to still the soul
So much soul candy to fill the hole
Empty calories that never leaves one full

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet.
(16-307B)

Doors

                Doors

Doors and thresholds
Open, be bold
Thaw what's cold
Let go of old

He stands to open
Grant Him access
Let Him in
He's not afraid of hidden sin

When He approaches
Doors He wants to open
Invite Him in
Tenderness He walks through

Allow love in
Displace the debris
He'll set me free
Be amazed at what He sees

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet.
(16-311C)

Gnarly Tree

         Gnarly Tree

Gnarly tree life long gone
Stands in memorial
To what once was
Carcass time flogged

Artwork reaching skyward
As run hand over surface
Rough weathered texture
Connect skin with barkless hide

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

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.

Hewn-man (Hu-man)

Hewn-man (Human)

             -i-
Rough form hewn
Image of a man
A hewn-man

             -ii-
Each shaving
Character discovered
A hewn-man

            -iii-
Fragments on ground
Uncovered depth
A hewn-man

             -iv-
Cooperate excess sluffs off
Bracy each stroke bleeds
A hewn-man

             -v-
Each knot amplified
Each scar flavor
A hewn-man

             -vi-
Each day refined
Exposure of grain
A hewn-man

             -vii-
Beauty drawn out
Buffed and polished
A hewn-man

            -viii-
True self known
Revealed in tender strength
A hewn-man

             -ix-
Broken in love
Drawn out by Sculptor
A hewn-man

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

Creativity

        Creativity

Rustling of tall grass
Leaves and tumble weeds scoot past
As sun sinks gust subside

A day outside is better than any day in the office
Just a few moments at dusk
Washes all the slime away

Creativity comes easy
In open spaces
In open places

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

Powerhouse

            Powerhouse

Concrete powerhouse
Long abandoned
Gothic and forlorn
Once brought power to the valley

Turbines abandoned half a century
Penstock turned to scrap
Foundations of operators' houses
Holes in floor to afterbay

Silent for a generation
Haunts of the wild
Voices of the past
Whisper in the breeze

Transformed communities
Power stepped up
Synchronizing communities
Altering power structure

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