by Chris Buczinsky on August 22, 2011
A Bug is an Alien Too
No need to fly to outer space
To meet an alien face to face.
No need for a ship to take you away,
To beam you up in a techno-ray.
A bug is an alien too.
Don’t wait for rocket ships to Mars,
Or long for sonic astrocars!
Don’t sit and hope, a galactic dope,
Squinting through a telescope!
A bug is an alien too.
Just take a knee beside a tree
and catch a beetle, ant, or flea.
Then look inside its beady eyes.
Good thing bugs are tiny-size!
A bug is an alien too.
by Chris Buczinsky on August 22, 2011
Seven we sing.
by Chris Buczinsky on August 22, 2011
So we count birds.
by Chris Buczinsky on August 13, 2011
The Sand Runner
A Sand Runner’s off for a run in the sun.
A Seababy’s lucky to catch sight of one.
Wetting her lashes in splishes and splashes,
a Sand Runner drips with wishes and dashes.
Cool in the water and warm in the sun,
she’s out and about on the lookout for fun.
A toe in the ocean, a toe in the sand,
it’s good to be wet on the watery land.
What does she see when she looks out to sea?
A Seababy you and a Seababy me.
Saltwater, seawater, day is not done
till she’s filled to the brim with water and sun!
by Chris Buczinsky on August 11, 2011
She went in
all starry-eyed.
She came out
spaghettified!
by Chris Buczinsky on August 10, 2011
A tinpot
robot
cannot
do a lot.
by Chris Buczinsky on February 25, 2010
I found a cave on Nimbus 9
inside a jungle green.
I thought I’d poke my head inside
to see what could be seen.
But then I got a sudden whiff,
of old and dirty toes,
and I recalled what Mama said,
“A boy can trust his nose.”
by Chris Buczinsky on February 18, 2010
I don’t believe in aliens,
in life among the stars,
in UFO’s, flying saucers,
or little men from Mars.
I don’t believe in aliens.
They’re just a fantasy.
The only things that I believe
are things that I can see.
by Chris Buczinsky on January 21, 2010
Astro Banner
You need a banner you can fly,
a phrase to flutter ‘cross the sky.
A banner tells us what you love
about the moon and stars above.
So think it up and write it down.
Parade it all around the town,
then take your colored pencils out
and make your banner scream and shout.
by Chris Buczinsky on June 8, 2009
My robot said to use my brain.
“A headless heart is half insane.”
My alien said to use my heart.
“A heartless head cannot be smart.”
My robot spit; my alien cried.
I just wanted to run and hide.
I just don’t know what I should do
when I am caught between the two.