Typical! You Wait All Week For A Bus Etc.

Yes, yes, I know. I'll plead insanity.

Anyway, here's the poem for the Bug.
Prompt and other riders here:
http://danabugseyeview.blogspot.com/2011/02/bug-is-driving-bus.html

Frozen

My heart, like flame-resistant foam,
can absorb water
but not ignite
following your specialist treatment.

You left me to the field
here,
where I remain
icicle alone.

Meanwhile, this week 120 Socks is at the wheel, prompts and riders here: http://120socks.blogspot.com/2011/02/poetry-bus-and-were-off.html

Not quite the colour amber, but kind of...

Medium

Books are thought
preserved in amber.
Slaughter the kine,
scrape your skin,
make good ink from an oak gall.

Then, like the Codex Sinaiticus,
come a thousand years
and yours shall be
the very word of god.