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Brian Buckley

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Do You Remember Flying by bbd127, literature

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Do You Remember Flying

Do you remember running like the air Through rushing branches, scrambling toward the sea Pursuing hidden cities, and aware That magic creatures watched invisibly? Do you remember searching in the sand For hermit crabs, and shattered crumbs of stone Beyond the realm of chores and reprimand By secret dunes you journeyed to alone Or singing, when the starlight washed your hair, Invented words to a familiar tune And hearing echoes from a dragon's lair And hurling thoughtless pebbles at the moon? Do you remember flying, wondering why Adults who saw you, didn't want to try?

The Meteor Paradox by bbd127, literature

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The Meteor Paradox

Suppose there is a distant planet inhabited only by three people. Each of these three people is perfectly rational. Each lives in a separate room, totally unconnected to the other two. They cannot communicate with each other. However, each knows that the other two live on the same planet, and each knows that the other two are also perfectly rational.One day all three people learn that a huge meteor is coming toward their planet. If it hits, it will destroy all life on the planet, including them. All three people want very much to preserve both their own lives and the lives of the other two.The planet has a missile defense system designed t...

Two-thirds by bbd127, literature

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Two-thirds

Two-thirds Of a knight Sits unmoving under burnished steel; His sword, or someone’s, extends vertically From a nearby shadow, pitted brick-red, Similarly lifeless. There are others - Just as, on first sighting two leaves in the forest So too are there “others.” But the leaves, early fallen From a blood-red autumn, Are scarcely discernible through the surge of crows Ebbing and roiling, black on black on black In the lengthening twilight.The vision dims halfway to reality. The prophet is yet new; Her eyes, still white with shock, Have not yet faded into numbness From a hundred such visions. Presently she looks forward, Sees again the eager b...

Descending Vectors by bbd127, literature

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Descending Vectors

The stars are falling - his first thought, upon The sight of snow, before today unseen; Descending vectors, fractal-point are drawn Across the vision-scope of the machine. The robot’s palm extends; his pixeled eyes Record, by frames, what metal cannot feel And neural nets unbidden analyze The sight of frozen water over steel. Behind him stands the conference hall, whose door Projects inviting warmth on salted stairs - And here, in laughing groups of two and four (And wrapped in coats of other mammals’ hairs) The first distinguished scientists arrive To argue over whether he’s alive.

Austromenock by bbd127, literature

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Austromenock

Too young to fear, though not yet brave We chanced the arbitrary wave And scorned alike both home and shore Disdaining legend’s wiser lore - That beast of idle sailors’ talk: Austromenock!The flashing night cascaded grim On heaven’s flowering diadem; We watched the sea uncoiling whip Resurgent bellows past our ship. Whose visage caused our craft to rock? Austromenock!Omniscient eye! Serrated claw And barnacle-encrusted maw! Unnumbered arms - a panoply Of suckered limbs beneath the sea And thickened plates that interlock - Austromenock!Behold our doom: the waters spoke; Our hull they splintered at a stroke And timbers swept like blades of g...

Guide to Fantasy Creatures by bbd127, literature

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Guide to Fantasy Creatures

A Field Guide to Fantasy Creatures Banshee - A woman, dressed in white, who makes appearances to sing or recite poetry the night before a loved one is to die. Until very recently (when new legislation was introduced to protect consumers) life insurance companies frequently cancelled policies upon reports of banshee sightings. Great care must be taken to distinguish between banshee singing and banshee yodeling, as the latter merely indicates that you will, at some point tonight, accidentally ram your shin into the coffee table. Basilisk - The origin of the phrase "If looks could kill." The basilisk is a small lizard-like creature hatched ...

The Bard to His Love At Length by bbd127, literature

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The Bard to His Love At Length

The Bard to His Love, at LengthIt is a tale as old as history itself: two young lovers, one mortal, one immortal, drawn together by the strands of Fate. But ah, amorous youth! - the journey is not an easy one. Let us gaze upon one such scene, even now in progress, and witness the tragic tragedy of a romance that was never meant to be... BARD: O splendid Queen, to mine own heart so dear Whose eyes, twin suns, twin lanterns, gleam sublime Thy subjects dot the vast celestial sphere Thy praises, ranks of cherubs constant chime Thy face, like Helen, launched a thousand hearts Though Helen never spoke as fair as thee, Whose dulcet voice in grace...

Christmas Four Ways by bbd127, literature

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Christmas Four Ways

The first: Yule season starts near Halloween And bloated, swells to pester New Year's Eve (Thanksgiving sandwiched somewhere in between). Behold our jolly prophet: we believe 'Tis profit both to give and to receive!The second: O how fallen, wise men's star That lighting Rome, set all the world ablaze; Have we of God's anointed sunk so far That we must sing our plastic Savior's praise Beneath His halo's blinking neon rays?The third: exchanging Sunday's itchy dress For blue jeans and a T-shirt by the flames We gaze through glass on frosted wilderness And whistling bits of Rudolph's reindeer games Swap scraps inscribed with Secret Santa names...

Lights in the Fog by bbd127, literature

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Lights in the Fog

I live. The sea is calm; the sky is gray. The stars and moon by night, the sun by day. I understand some parts of what I see - What madness drives the world to be this way?It piqued my wonder - I, the musing cat Saw lights within the mist from where I sat What question haunts the placid symmetry? Accursed fog! I know not even that!Will ignorance and wonder never cease? I pace the halls by night for want of peace. By day, the mind distracted, never free; Almost - almost! - I hunger for release.I beat against the curtains like a fool Whose master is both generous and cruel Meanwhile, and unconcerned by such as me The rain falls swift and sof...

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A Critical Essay Concerning... by bbd127, literature

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A Critical Essay Concerning...

A Critical Essay Concerning Itself (In Seven Parts) Part I: Overview The primary subject of A Critical Essay Concerning Itself (hereafter called simply Essay ) is its own self-analysis; hence it is a deeply introspective work, and it is in this light that we must consider it. Indeed, some might argue that Essay is concerned with nothing else, though deeper inspection reveals this is not quite true. (Consider, for example, the section on Critical Reaction, which deals with a response to the essay rather than the essay itself. That these two constitute the same text should not be held against the author.)How, then, shall we approach a ...

Dragonfall by bbd127, literature

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Dragonfall

We’re told in ancient bits of tattered books On dusty shelves, in long-forgotten nooks In faded lines across the yellowed page We find his legend scattered by the wind On fifty scrolls, by fifty authors penned Through half-forgotten stories worn with age Like weary seekers lost within a bog Who slow perceive a beacon through the fog We’re drawn, however gray, however dim; How bright the beacon, pharos fair and tall If we today can see its light at all! Like children do we read, and picture him.Some say he was a demon, or a god Whose footfalls rent the surface where he trod Whose gaze, twin angry suns, could not be borne Some say he was a s...

Atlantis by bbd127, literature

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Atlantis

The ebbing tide has barely died And lo! The vision comes again Unbroken spires! And ghostly fires That do not warm my prickled skin Unlucky strand of silver sand A hundred leagues your compass spanned! Bewilder me, that I may see What is obscured for other men.The sun, its bed a dusty red Leaves wand’ring footsteps on the street Reflective glass at ev’ry pass Spills crimson at the tower’s feet The marble gate, whose doors await The specter of unspoken fate Lies white and tall before the fall That fortune rushes out to meet.Eternal sea, whose melody Today no less than then enthralls Immortals wrote your single note Behind these alabaster wa...

The Worst Story Ever by bbd127, literature

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The Worst Story Ever

A long time ago, there lived a small village of people deep in a valley. This village was very peaceful and quiet, and they had no enemies and few troubles. The village was bordered on the west by a sea called the Dark Sea, and on the east by a large mountain chain. The mountain chain was extremely treacherous, full of icy cliffs and sheer precipices - to say nothing of the fearsome dragons and ogres that were rumored to live there. According to village legend, the ancestors of the people who lived there had crossed this dangerous mountain chain long ago in order to settle here, but nobody alive had been present in the crossing so it was u...

My Lady by bbd127, literature

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My Lady

Oh lady, my lady, the night I was born I smelled something sweet – the perfume you had worn I think even then I knew something was strange An eddy, perhaps, in the currents of change I may have been dreaming, but nevertheless You cradled me soft in the silk of your dress You told me, in whispers, of castles of gold Then handed me back to my mother to hold You sank your fangs early, you pushed them in deep But how could I know it, an infant, asleep?Oh lady, my lady, when I was but ten You came on a visit to see me again With flicks of your hand you brought light from the air And made it to tangle and somersault there Then set it to burning ...

Epic by bbd127, literature

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Epic

Epic!In the year 2349 of the Aesyllian Calendar, which is 1498 in the Ancient King's Calendar, and 1126 in the Mydori Calendar, and 937564 in the Calendar of Very Short Years, there lived first the Felaendori. These were the Great Spirits, and they walked the void in beauty and splendor. But they strove ever to outdo one another in feats of strength and greatness, and it came to pass that two of the greatest Felaendori, Suile and Maniav, entered into a contest to see who could create the most pointless thing imaginable. Suile went first, and he created in the midst of the void that which he called Uoaea, which means Huge Rock, and he decla...

Mirion by bbd127, literature

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Mirion

Blue twilight rolls beneath the hill The hour is late; the air is still Atop the grassy crest there sits A boy, whose young and eager wits Strain curiously through the trees At hints of lights he thinks he sees And there he sleeps until the dawn Beside the lake in Mirion.The grasses sway and sighing bend Before the cool and growing wind; He sleeps. His dreams may wander wide Across the newborn planetside But deathless doubt forever flows – The night is deeper than he knows – A starbird wavers, then moves on Beside the lake in Mirion.A vast and bleak nocturnal chill Yet pours down from the mindless will That sets all life beneath its own: T...

The Silent Dark by bbd127, literature

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The Silent Dark

She danced atop a candle A lady of the flame Her eyes were bright and burning And Fire was her name.She saw the gentle Darkness And in delight, she cried "My love! My dear! My darling! Why do you turn and hide?"She stretched her arms to catch him To feel his cool embrace But he pulled back in silence, Refused to show his face.She sang, she begged, she pleaded She wrapped herself in light But he refused to touch her - His cloak was of the night.The greater was her passion, The more he shrank away Unmoved, in mute detachment By all she had to say.And when the candle flickered, And when her flame went out, And when the wick extinguished, When...

Earth Speaks to the Void by bbd127, literature

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Earth Speaks to the Void

(EARTH) The dew, dirt-fresh, on ev’ry surface gleaming clear Through jungle’s womb the early sun is steaming here The green of it is visible on ev’ry pore And settles to the bosom of the planet’s core A circle in a circle is the garden-ring And light is like a halo over ev’rything! (VOID) Thy candle lights a speck upon the endless plane The sum of what thy life hath been is spent in vain Thou lookest at me, thinking of serenity So thinks the mote when gazing at infinity – What dream hast thou to spread thy mind on heaven’s shore? Suspended in the ether-void for evermore! (EARTH) The land abounds in water-spring, in wine and food Its path c...

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About bbd127

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United States
Deviant for 19 years
BrianDBuckley.com
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Current Residence: Ohio
Favourite genre of music: Classic rock
Favourite photographer: My dad
Favourite style of art: None
Operating System: Windows Vista
MP3 player of choice: Windows Media Player
Shell of choice: None
Wallpaper of choice: None
Skin of choice: None
Favourite cartoon character: T-Rex of Qwantz Dinosaur Comics
Personal Quote: "And this, too, shall pass away..." (Unknown)

Favourite Visual Artist

Dale Chihuly

Favourite Movies

Return of the Jedi

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

The Beatles and/or Beethoven

Favourite Writers

Percy Bysshe Shelley (poetry), J.R.R. Tolkien (prose)

Favourite Games

The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time

Favourite Gaming Platform

Nintendo 64

Tools of the Trade

Keyboard, pencil, pen

Other Interests

Math, languages, writing, programming

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bbd127

Apr 5, 2011

New blog

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I started a blog about writing, both my own projects and my thoughts about writing in general: http://BrianDBuckley.com

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bbd127

Apr 27, 2009

Hola!

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Hmm...haven't written anything here in a while. Not much new to say, is there?

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bbd127

Dec 1, 2005

Welcome

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Welcome!My name is Brian Buckley, and I'm a 20-year-old third-year student at the Ohio State University. I write both poetry and prose, although my stuff here is mostly poems. Read, enjoy, and above all, comment! Nothing makes a writer's day like getting input from a reader.About those comments, by the way - be harsh. You'll notice all my writings are marked with "Advanced Critique Encouraged" - this is an understatement. If I could I would turn on an option that says something like "Rip This Poem Apart Into Ragged Shreds For My Benefit." I am pretty serious about this whole writing business, and if you notice a problem, tell me - there is...

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frostcrystal

Mar 13, 2008

Return of the Jedi?

Yes! Yes! I'm so in love with you.

Albus-flavored-bean

Oct 13, 2007

I LOVED your Atlantis poem- I thoroughly intend to look on more of your work! Fantastic. ^^

yeatsgrave

Jul 4, 2007

Wow. Some of the works on your page wow me! I hope that you are still active here!

jesusofsuberbia

Dec 22, 2005

thanks for the fav! you are an awesome poet...keep up the great work n__n

Queen-of-the-Equator

Dec 9, 2005

Hey there Brian, welcome to DA!

Metalhead71

Dec 1, 2005

I wish I could do your poems justice with decent comments. Sadly I'am far far too tired.I do quite enjoy your poetry though,It's so rare I find someone that uses old english let alone writes very well with it.Keep up the very good work.I love your poetry on the cosmos.

P.S. I noticed you also use correct grammar in poetry and how you write.Forgive me of my very incorrect grammar,I'am a sadly uneducated fool.

bbd127

Dec 4, 2005

Thank you!