Idols

        Idols

Places of the heart

Seeking comfort

In ways that can't satisfy

Looking to external in vain

Painful places to sit

Acknowledging desire to fill void

In counterproductive ways

Sabotaging the very thing need

Allowing self to be carried away

Exposure of Truth don’t want to see

To sit in ambivalence - torn

See what truly is

No more denying

Acceptance of what was

Of wrong ways to cope

Healing comes in surrender

Build no more idols

Knowledge can't save

Addictions won't save

Only surrender today

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet.  (16-364B)

Long Nights Yield

         Long Nights Yield

Slice of moon hangs low in the sky

Tint of maroon reflected

Few moment before dawn deflected

Timidly fading into day

Long nights yield to cycle

As winter solstice has passed

Begrudgingly less dark

Every morning day breaks sooner

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet. (16-363)

Corn Stubble in Winter

   Corn Stubble in Winter

Pair of deer

Move slowly

On far edge of field

Foraging in corn stubble

Stiff wind reminds

To keep moving

Out into the pasture land

They fade into the brown tall grass

Now a dozen geese

In the stubble graze

What's left behind brings life

As they glean upon the field

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet. (16-361C)

Taunts Me

      Taunts Me

Dawn taunts me

Sleet pelts me

Insulated coveralls peppered

As sky spits on me

December's rudeness

Falls heavy on land

Bracing for heavy hand

Cold slap across face

Silence except tinselly noise

Sleet quietly playing on brown sleeve

I taunt the sky

Parading the dog about ten acres

I'm fully awake in our daily ritual

She is impervious

Dampness slide off her coat

As she sniffs and explores

Soon her night watch over

My day begins

When start the car

I'm already far away

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet. (16-351C)

Snow Moon

        Snow Moon

Waxing gibbous moon rises

Pale white glow

Illuminates fresh snow

Nature's cold beauty shows

Moon snow white

Radiates from such height

Gazing down so bright

Captured with beauty of night

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet. (16-346A)

Unconditional

     Unconditional

To live in Father's love

Unconditional expression

Engulfing intimacy

Safe in His presence

Walking together in that space

Husband and wife free

Shame no more

Joy 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. (16-350B)

Embraced in Three in One

Embraced in Three in One

Expressions so tender

Love's willing surrender

Moments for us today

No work, all play this day

Remember the goodness

Wash away all the pain

So much loss everything gain

Today is a beautiful gift

Father has blessed

The Son has kissed

Holy Spirit caressed

Embraced in Three in One

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet. (16-348A)

Into the Horizon

         Into the Horizon

Small flock of geese

Fly low directly overhead

As they approach with honks and squonks

Sound of wings moving air with each stroke

Sounds forgotten until hear again

Beauty in sounds as they fade

Back into the horizon

From where they came

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet. (16-359A)

Consider My Ways

Consider My Ways

In morning quietness

Thoughts flow

Pen to paper

Gentle ease

Simply be

Life expressed

Expressions manifest

Never knew within

Discoveries abound

Morning is my time

Where I thrive

Contentment washes clean

Lost in moment

Time fades

Eternity now

Fools wait

For another day

Living out a lie

Remember whose I am

Resets gift of the day

Life renewed before dawn

Consider my ways

Before light of day

What will I display

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet. (16-357B)

Fractured

              Fractured

Tectonic plate of relationships collide

Separated by shaky divide

Wound try to hide

So stick to own side

Fault lines navigate

Not seen or known

Fractured trust hesitates

Interpretation of reality shown

Projecting meaning on another

Truth remains undiscovered

What's lost needs recovered

Reconciled place with lover

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet. (16-357A)

Seasons Wrestle

     Seasons Wrestle

Early sunsets

Pre-winter evening

Struggle of transition

Fall to Winter to Spring

Winter's forceful statement

Bone chilling cold

Ball wrestles back

Taunting Winter with Spring

Written the last day of Fall about within 36 hours went from -27F to 47F.

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet. (16-355C)

Spring Taunts

         Spring Taunts

In the distance a flock

Turkeys slowly crossing the road

Causing a pause in the afternoon

All creation out from hunkering down

74 degree temperature change

36 hours ago 27 below

Ground soft and gooey

Snow packing under foot

As melts into the ground

Creation on edge of extremes

First day of winter approaches

Spring taunts before winter

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet. (16-354)

Picked Clean

    Picked Clean

When I falter

Torn between

Internal altar

Bones picked clean

Make a choice

Take a stand

Use voice

Enter the land

Fork in road

Baggage to lose

Lighten your load

No longer used

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet. (16-355D)

Default Places

          Default Places

Default places to survive

Going through motions

No longer alive

Mind full of commotion

Weight of dead thinking

Stuck in mental replay

Mental corpse stinking

Break free today

Embrace life giving Truth

Shame flees in the Light

Release memories of youth

Forgiveness lets go of my rights

Mature love requires

Dropping lies hold tight

Placing self in refining fire

Years of debris blazes bright

Pure and clean deep within

Peace settles in vacant space

Free from all that's been

Experience Father's love and grace

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet. (16-344A)