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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.