Big Sky Buckeye

A writer's journey continues

Nothing Pursues Something

Posted on October 24, 2020 by bigskybuckeye

**Photo by bongkarn thanyakij on Pexels.com**

Half-empty coffee cup

Hoping to find something

Peering down, never up

Searching darkened nothing

“Seinfeld” gathers awards

Endless shows with nothing

Jerry’s name on billboards

He’s caught on to something

Writing with empty words

Dreams filling with something

Missing all the keywords

Amounting to nothing

Scanning digital files

Words lost, dreading nothing

Writer facing trials

Mining life for something

Photo on dusty perch

Triggers newfound something

Memories begin search

Looking beyond nothing

Nothing pursues something

Something subdues nothing

**Photo by Joslyn Pickens on Pexels.com**

The American sitcom “Seinfeld” entertained viewers for nine years with the creative humor of comedian Jerry Seinfeld. With a setting in New York City, the cast featured regulars Julia Louis-Dreyfus, Jason Alexander, and Michael Richards. The success of the show has often been referenced to a “show about nothing.”

Here is a short clip from the show, featuring Jerry Seinfeld with guest star Brad Garrett. The scene is titled “You barely know your car.”

Endless Race

Posted on September 16, 2020 by bigskybuckeye

Running on this daily treadmill, filling life’s gloomy story

Falling behind in life’s endless race, without much glory

Working Nine to Five, five long days each week

Stumbling through every month, looking bleak

Forgetting when life last paused for any vacation

Punching in, punching out . . . time clock fixation

Heating up life’s pressure cooker, deadlines loom ahead

Hoping the lid doesn’t blow off, propelled into tiny shreds

Watching everyone trying to row in the same boat

Rowing in separate directions, now barely afloat

Refueling the tank, this coffee break no longer helps

Scurrying on empty, might just as well holler a yelp

Taking the elevator to another miserable meeting

Ending up on the wrong floor, no warm greeting

Driving home each night, worn down to a blown-out frazzle

Stopping at the same red traffic light, it no longer dazzles

Racing every day, life delivering this hour’s final, saving grace

Looking left, then right . . . who’s even winning this rat race?

Writing a Classic

Posted on January 17, 2020 by bigskybuckeye

Pardon a bit of sarcasm and humor in this poem. Sometimes, the early morning air produces something to laugh at and have fun with. In all seriousness, I enjoy writing very much, and I appreciate you for stopping in. And remember, it is okay to smile and laugh as you read this poem.

Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com

Sitting at my writing desk this morn

Feeling quiet peace, verses reborn

Actually sitting in the kitchen

Its table welcomes a mind, come in

At least the coffee is always close

Never allowing a mind to doze

Sometimes, words flow as a writer crafts

Other times, words can’t even complete a draft

Robert Frost’s classics, all awaken

Images of “A Road Never Taken”

Wondering now, what words will gather

Searching for a poem, words come faster

Hemingway understates how he writes

“There is nothing to writing” . . . just write

Just writing . . . crafting thoughts into words

Words gather now, like wild zebra herds

These best efforts resemble “pig slop”

Destined for the pig sty, one more flop

Sarcasm aside, writing with pride

Readers, appreciating the ride

Few writers ever craft a classic

As for me, never changing tactics

Well, tomorrow will bring much better

Fortunes change, wearing lucky sweaters

Photo by Suzy Hazelwood on Pexels.com

Enough Is Enough

Posted on December 11, 2019 by bigskybuckeye

Photo by Anna Tukhfatullina Food

Harvest and Halloween, over and done

Autumn trying to hang on for some fun

November arrives, but what you say?

Christmas music begins to fill the day

Black Friday “Preview Sale” beckons us

To be shopping, without all of this fuss

Right on schedule, Thanksgiving arrives

Eating far, far too much, we’ll all survive

But wait . . . Pre-Black Friday calls

Following our feast, off to the mall

What’s absolutely annoying with this scene?

Leaving family to shop, a dreadful scheme

Oh! My frosty enthusiasm, definitely not humming

This longer shopping season; totally mind-numbing

Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com

Hold on to your horses! There’s more to come

Political campaigns rolling, like a beating drum

Elections are months and months away

Too many candidates, with little to say

The rhetoric ramps up, the speeches too long

Hoping laryngitis will quell voices, with a gong

Photo by Element5 Digital on Pexels.com

Buried with mindless literature in the daily mail

Sales flyers and candidates’ bios, tip the scale

At least, there is one good thing with this mess

Plenty of excessive paper to start a fire, no less

While warming myself and trying now to relax

Please accept my apologies for all of this flak

Enough is enough, these changes are too extreme

Wishing now for more simple times, I shall dream

Photo by alex Lázaro on Pexels.com

A Writer’s Draft

Posted on November 23, 2019 by bigskybuckeye

This poem is inspired by the quotes featured in Suzette’s post at Suzette B’s Blog. Her awesome post features wisdom and humor relating to writers. Visit her site when you have a chance.

focus photo of yellow paper near trash can

Photo by Steve Johnson on Pexels.com

Changing careers, a couple of years ago

Leaving the classroom, becoming a writer

Let’s just say, a writer’s living ain’t too full

Dreaming of my name on a bright marquee

Writing alongside . . . Twain and Hemingway

Let’s hope a dim light, stays positive for me

Piling up on my desk, many a “cold” draft

Feeling more like a frosty, Arctic breeze

Who ever said my writing is truly a craft?

scenic view of dramatic sky during winter

Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com

Expecting a bonus for my previous posts

Waiting, but no mail, call, or text as of yet

Most of my prose seems read by a ghost

Heading outside to start up the trusty car

Hearing only silence, the battery’s dead

Now must hitch a ride, if it’s not too far

Standing along the road, for hours on end

Being ignored has become a part of my life

A writer now a beggar, all alone in the wind

Photo by Lalu Fatoni on Pexels.com

Returning to my writing, it’s awfully bad

Writing a few minutes, my pen goes dry

A good thing, my mind’s empty and glad

Thinking of returning to my former classroom

Wishing my words would spark a young mind

Then Rebel says, “You came back too soon”

Looking at drafts, growing taller on my desk

Realizing now, editing isn’t really my game

Phantom words wait with patience and rest

Watching outside, realizing I’m truly blessed

Appreciating you, the reader, for stopping by

Just maybe, my writings meet the final test

Photo by Nguyen Nguyen on Pexels.com

Sometimes, a crafty writer changes his tune

Words filled with sarcasm, fun to work with

Looking to see you another time, real soon

Do You Ever Wonder?

Posted on January 9, 2019 by bigskybuckeye

Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com

Receiving as a birthday gift a FitBit

Does it really get used or just sit?

Spending millions on ceaseless health care television ads

Why do rising drug prices make me feel like I’ve been had?

Eating at a restaurant that advertises a menu of “real good” food

Will someone explain the meaning of “good” to change my mood?

Hearing “Have a Holly, Jolly Christmas” again on the radio

Did I really see singer Burl Ives caroling out in the snow?

Watching commercials with animals who talk

When is enough really enough before I walk?

Viewing yet another rerun television show

Would anyone care if I played my banjo?

Finding tiny pill box in my small travel bag

Why does a missing pill want to play tag?

Seeing country music stars dressed up with extra glamorous glitz

Does anyone remember “Hee-Haw” and Roy Clark’s guitar blitz?

Reading a label on the side effects of my newest meds

How would I really know about being allergic instead?

Standing below the mistletoe on a freezing winter night

When was the last time anyone was kissed in its sight?

Resting quietly in corner of hodgepodge clutter’s garage

Why is new bicycle hiding behind junk’s camouflage?

Frustrating political ads, insulting my common sense

Honestly, do I need to feel that dimwitted and dense?

Assembling an “easy to build” children’s playground

Do the leftover parts mean that my work is sound?

Share this:

Share this:

Share this:

Share this:

Share this:

Share this: