STORIES FROM KIDS

ANTS

I hate ants

I cannot lie

They bite my feet

I wish they would die

On a sunny day

laying in the grass

I burn their bodies

with my magnifying glass

They smoke and pop

Some sizzle and hiss

They start to smell

and run underground

as I burn their shell

The queen they protect

and hide her eggs

Deep inside the mound

giving their lives as I smash their legs!!

I hate ants

I really don't know why

I feel powerful watching them die...

THE PUZZLE

(Jim Morrison by Robert Margetts)

"What is greed," asked the little boy?

"Greed is like a potato chip,

once you've eaten one

you can't stop," said the old man.

"Then what is kindness," asked the little boy?

"Kindness is a glass of water. 

Quench the thirst of others before yourself,

that is an act of kindness," replied the old man.

"What is power," asked the little boy?

"Power is holding a butterfly in your hand

and crushing him to death," said the man.

"That sounds more like hate," replied the boy.

"True," he replied.

"Most who possess power learn to hate and destroy.

You can't have one without the other."

"Then, what is love," asked the boy?

"Love is placing your hand into a fire

to save the butterfly from pain

and crushing him to death to relieve the suffering."

"Life is sure strange," replied the boy.

"Life is but a puzzle," he replied.

"When the puzzle has been completed,

when the last piece has been put into place,

then the riddle of your life will be solved.

Each puzzle is different

just as each individual is different.

Some love

Some hate

Some have power

Some are kind.

The only knowledge I can pass onto you is

knowing that most puzzles have many of the same pieces.

"Then will I learn to hate," questioned the little boy?

"That piece of you is still waiting to be found," whispered the old man.

"You will find hate in this world

 and love

 and even kindness

 in your puzzle

and throughout your life.

Perhaps not today or tomorrow,

but to finish the riddle of life

you will have to complete your puzzle."

THE FISH SAGE

(Jerry Garcia by Robert Margetts)

On a sodden stream bank

a pack lunch

just grampa and me

To teach me the art of fly casting

my teacher, the octogenarian, a dying symbol of fertility.

Casting

the bamboo rod

a peninsula in the mist

The line

titillating the ripples

as it skipped the waters edge

Taunting virgin gills

to a throat tearing breakfast.

An eager mouth

lurched high into the morning air

and swallowed the hot shrapnel.

Pain...Sheer panic.

Pain......sickening pain..

The burning poker ripped into his slippery esophagus

and dug deep into the gills

Blood and segment of his own flesh

filled his mouth.

The pain....sheer pain.

Must stop the pain, but how? 

THE NEW BABY

(new baby cub by Robert Margetts)

I'm not one to complain

but having a little brother is a REAL PAIN.

He cries just to get all the attention

and everyone makes a BIG FUSS over him.

They play with his hands and toes

and they even make STUPID FACES!!!

They tickle his belly

and make his bed.

MOMMY kisses his ears

and DADDY nuzzles his head!!!!

Now, I NEVER understood why

my older sister hated me so,

for I was not as BAD

as little bro!!!!!!

I  GOT  LICE

(good rice by Robert Margetts)

I got lice in my hair

I got noodles on my chin

and I got pot stickers in my pocket

I got sweet and sour all over my tongue

and sesame chicken on my face

It happened sometime last week

dinner at some Chinese place

They steam your food

and fry it to perfection

Drop an egg and let it roll,

So why that awkward expression?

It's just lice

They put it with fish

They mix it with everything

They put it in every dish!

The nurse at school is just being silly

Lice is good for your body

it builds bones and makes you strong

Chinese people eat it all day long!!!!

The chef was responsible

He threw the food in the air

things were just crazy

That's how I got lice in my hair..

So, I got a bowl of lice

Let's not overreact

Suspended from school

at the drop of a hat

The principal quick to phone

yelled at my parents

for not leaving me at home!!

The teachers screamed and ran for the door

dashing for the exit

while gripping their heads.

Some even swore!!!!!

"Leave this room," they shouted in fear!!!

"We don't like lice

No sir, not in here!!

Go home and wash your dirty head

your disgusting kid

before it starts to spread"

I just don't get all the fuss and commotion

Lice is yummy

Lice is hot

There is no secret potion

just add,

Water and lice

boil to done

Fry it

Serve it

And eat till there is none.

GIVE  MOMMY  A  BURP

(baby burp by Robert Margetts)

Burp me, Burp me!!!!

I'm going to explode...

Oops, Mommy, I released my load!!!

All over your shoulder

and in your clean hair

Why that puzzled stare?

I warned you,

yes, I warned you twice.

I eat like a pig

Tomorrow, best you wear a wig!!!!

THE  WOOGLE  DOOGLE  MONSTER

(looking into the mirror by Robert Margetts)

He's mean and crude

and not my most favorite dude.

His teeth are yellow and green with slime

He walks like an ape

and is never on time.

His arms are big and hairy

and at first glance, rather scary!!

With a snort of his snout

and a twitch of his chin

He passes gas at the drop of a pin.

He's kind of crude and a bit mean

awfully fat and definitely not clean!

But as monsters go

I must say

My Woogle Doogle Monster is a OK!!

PASS  THE  SALT

(what's for dinner by Robert Margetts)

Salt my fries and my fish

Add more.....

Add more to this dish!!!!

A dash here

A pinch there

Fill the plate

I do not care!!!!

Open wide down the trap

Here comes that tasty sodium crap....

ARE WE THERE?

(The coming storm by Robert Margetts)

Stop the car,
are we there yet?

My pants are soggy
and woefully wet!!

Pee is seeping down my leg...
Speed up and turn down the heat
I fear wetness in my seat...

Pull off!!!!
Pull off here!!
I see a rest stop,
Hurry up, Hurry up!!!!!
Hasten up for Christ Sake!!
 My bladder is ready to pop!!!!!!!
Ooops....too late.....

GRANDMA BEAR

(Grandma bear and me, by Robert Margetts)

My daddy says my Granny

controls the whole family

My mommy says his granddaddy

controls everyone

I don't care who controls who,

I just love them all..

THE  DIRTY  ROTTEN  HAIR  PULLER

(The dirty rotten hair puller, by Robert Margetts)

Just look at sis,

her hair so fine

I would tie her to the railroad track

and leave her in a bind!!!

That would do the trick.

Well, maybe not,

On second thought, perhaps no,

That would be just plain mean!!

Grab her hair and push her face

into a bowl of cold ice-cream!!!

I like that idea.

Oh Lord,

how she would scream and kick

then I would grab mom's scissors

and Clip, Clip, Clip!!!!

Yes, that would be kool..

Off go her beautiful locks!!

To shut her big yapper

I would stuff in my dirty socks!!!

Now,

how do you like me, Sis?

COLD  HEARTS

(My heart burried under the tree, by Robert Margetts)

Chilling hearts and freezing nights

and another log burns into tiny embers

as the winds of past whisper tales outside my frozen door.

It was a time when heroes walked in true silence

and tormented children cried into the black night.

It was a time of death in mid light

and evil prowled the Earth for food.

Where trees once stood tall, now gave way to decaying old stumps.

It was a time when love was slavery,

but the chains of obligation that were linked together by iron memories

had weakened and tarnished.

And then as the rising sun met the high wind,

she appeared.

To climb the pyramids of Egypt

To walk the paths of Plato.

She bathed in the Seas of China

and touched the Rock of Gibraltar.

She drank from the cup of Erasmus

and haggled in the bazaars in Istanbul.

It was a time of friendship

of loving one another and making dreams

and crying about tomorrow.

It was a time when friends held hands and believed in today.

And, when the sun set, she went with it.

Memories,

can you tell me where they go at night?

Memories,

can you tell me why they won't come back?