Cuddle Bugs (A little poem March 11th 2009

A little bug wanders
Under a flower canopy
A blanket of Color
And light

He searches

Behind every blade of grass

Behind every small rock and pebble

He is looking for something

.. ..

The weather changes

The light fades

Rain begins to fall

The little bug scurries

Hiding underneath  a rock outcropping

He huddles into a ball trying to stay warm

.. ..

The rain storm continues

Water begins to fill in his little hiding place

He moves back closer to the rock

Bumping into something

Someone

.. ..

She unfurls from her little ball

Their eyes meet

She blinks at him

He blinks at her

The water is filling up their hiding place

The embrace forming one little ball

Holding appendages

.. ..

The water sweeps them away

Trying to hold them apart

But the little bugs hug

Eyes locked in a knowing stare

The float in the little river of water

For miles they embrace

.. ..

Finally the river of water slows

And then comes to a stop

The sun comes out and dries the land

They release their embrace

Glance at their new surrounding

.. ..

They sit

Under a flower canopy

A blanket of Color

And light

And they embrace

They are Cuddle Bugs

.. ..

BAC 03/11/2009

The Stage of Life ( A poem) for a friday morning 2/11/2009

Life is like an empty stage

The curtain is closed

A spotlight

Beams down from the rafters

Illuminating the stage

The audience waiting…..

Holding their breath

As they sip there sodas and beers

And nibble on their popcorn

Waiting for something , anything to happen..

.. ..

Life is an empty stage

You can  remain bolted to your chair

Like the Grumpy old men from the Muppets balcony

Sitting there complaining about everything that happens before your eyes.

Or you can jump up

Climb the two or three steps

And stand upon the stage of life

.. ..

.. ..

Life is an empty stage

An artists canvas...

Which you alone can paint a picture on

You have all the supplies

The paint

The brushes

You just need to get off your ass and make the picture come to life

.. ..

Life is an empty stage

And you are standing behind the curtain

The introduction has been made

Time to step out into the lights

And make something special happen

.. ..

BAC 02/11/2009

A White Crystal Rose 07/30/2009

A White Crystal Rose
Sits atop a stone pedestal
On a silk pillow
In a marble tower


The White Crystal Rose sparkles
Glimmering
Shafts of light bouncing off of it
Reflecting around the room.


It is forever shining
As sunlight trickles down upon it
Through the large open windows
It draws the sun in
And reflects it back outward like a Prism


During the day people come to visit it
They stop to admire it
To stare at it for awhile
From behind the golden ropes
As its sits on its silken bed
They talk about how beautiful it is
How bright it is all day long
No matter what the lighting is like
But they don’t know its secret
At night when the Tower is closed


As the daylight fades
and the tower becomes dark
The White Crystal Rose still shines
Still gleams
Filling the Marble tower with brilliant light


Footsteps echo from a distance down the hall
Heading towards the tower
The White Crystal Roses trembles
The footsteps grow nearer
Crystal dust begins to swirl around the Rose


A figure steps out of the darkness of the hallway
Stepping into the tower filled with light
He unlatches the golden rope with a special key
And approaches the Rose
He leans up close and whispers something to the Rose


The Tower goes completely dark
Then little flecks of crystal dust begin to swirl
Growing brighter and brighter
Swirling faster and faster
And where the Rose had set before
Lays a beautiful naked women
With flowing blond hair
And kind loving eyes


She stands up from Pedestal
Crystal dust falling from her body
Her naked skin still covered in glitter
She smiles
He embraces her
Holding her in his arms
He Leans down as she looks up into his eyes
Kissing the glitter from her Rosebud lips


They walk hand in hand from the tower
Down the dark hallway
To spend the time that the have together


He wakes to her beautiful smile
Her perfect hair draped over her shoulders
He leans in to kiss her
Wishing the kiss could last forever
He stares into her beautiful green eyes


They look over at the clock on the wall
It is time to go
They embrace one last time
Then sadly walk down the dark hallway
Back to the Tower
They kiss again as he helps her back onto her pedestal


Daylight comes
A White Crystal Rose
Sits atop a stone pedestal
On a silk pillow
In a marble tower


BAC 07/30/2009

The Sea Crab’s Dream 08/04/2009

The Sea Crab’s Dream

Waves slowly roll over the sea crab

Pushing it up the white sand beach

Placing it in the  wet sand

The perfect location

To sit and sun itself

Looking out over azure waters.

The crab dreams

Of things a crab shouldn’t dream

Of waterfalls dropping into luxurious pools

Of bikini clad Waitresses

Bringing foo foo drinks

With little umbrellas 

He dreams of these things

Because of his adventure

Taken hostage while in the ocean

By a little toe headed child.

With a shovel and bucket

Taken to a prison cell on floor number 8

Sitting in this prison unable to crawl out

He spent the night afraid and alone

Until a crash and a bang

The bucket tipped over

He escaped

Rode in something called an elevator

Where a women screamed the entire 8 floor ride down

He scurried out of this “Elevator”

Scrambling between  fat sunburnt legs

Of tourists dragging bags filled with beach gear

Down the tiled hallway

Past the reception desk.

Then skidded to a stop……

And saw it ……

This water wonderland

Fake volcanoes with slides

Lava rock waterfalls

Bridges and pathways

Hidden pools of heated steaming water

The humans wandering around

A large pool of water

With a sandy beach entrance

With colored drinks in their hands

All decked out  colorful garments

This was paradise

He found one of the little umbrellas

That had fallen out of a drink

And lounged and listened to the soothing music.

All day long he relaxed

He must tell the others

As the sun began to set

The humans dispersed

He made his way back to the ocean

Across the grass

Over the cement pathway

Over the stretch of sand

He snaps out of this dream

Several crabs are now sitting on the sand beside him

Their little claws filled with beach gear.

He gives the signal

Hundreds of crabs surface from the ocean.

Across the sand

Over the cement pathway

Across the grass….

Screams are heard

BAC 08/04/2009