Tuesday, November 23, 2010

FORGOTTEN TIMES


FORGOTTEN TIMES




Texas Bull
carved from pine and painted with acrylics.

When you no longer have feelings
and you slow dance alone

And time canters by as the last
unicorn fades into the future,
carrying with him a new maiden

When you no longer need to be touched
or hear Romeo’s unspoken words
and loneliness creeps inside your
covers at night and wraps his
cold arms about you

When your tears rain in twilight memories
and your hands no longer reach out for help
stop, and take one moment to embrace
the loved ones that your left behind.

A PEANUT BUTTER FROG SANDWICH


A PEANUT BUTTER FROG SANDWICH




painting by Robert Margetts
(and not very good at that!!!)
Froggy, froggy, you look so glum
With crunchy peanut butter on your bum

Hidden inside two pieces of bread
Grape jelly dripping down your head

Not so good, not so fun
Quick, jump out before you’re done!!

THE GOOD DIE YOUNG







(painting by r.margetts) 
THE GOOD DIE YOUNG

In the hours of revelation
As death suffocates the night
Memories will dance before your eyes
And silent tears bleed self pity

The pain trickles in
And life flickers into Prometheus’ child
As images foreshadow the past

In the silence of death
Lonely and wrinkled
Warmth of the flickering flame
Bribing cold bones

Death wins
And another life becomes a shadow of the flame.

WOOGLE DOOGLE MONSTER


THE WOOGLE DOOGLE MONSTER




The Woogle Doogle Monster
(I think he is still living under my bed) carved from oak with acrylic paint

He’s mean and crude
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 snoot
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.

DOES YOUR DADDY SNORE


DOES MY FATHER SNORE?


Mayilyn in blue
acrylic paint on canvas by Robert Margetts


My mother said it once
And she’ll say it no more

“Your Dad does not snore”

a puff and a hoot
perhaps an occasional toot

“But your father does not snore”

Sometimes at night a quibble in the dark
a moan from under the pillow deep from the heart
soft rumbles echo from his fat tummy
gas and air mix and make it sound funny,

“But no, thank God, your Dad does not snore”

CAN WE HAVE A DOG


CAN WE HAVE A DOG?


I promise I’ll walk him
I promise I’ll feed him
And when he pees
And when he poops
I promise Dad will clean up the scoops!!!!




BURNING LETTERS IN THE SKY


BURNING LETTERS IN THE SKY




Elvis living with the stars
acrylic paint on canvas by Robert Margetts

Kiss my puppy love notes goodbye
Up, up to the sky
Flames dance into the night
Carrying words, thoughts out of sight.
Goodbye puppy love….
Hello true love.

KISS AUNT SUE


KISS AUNT SUE




The Sax Man and his Lady
acrylic paint on canvas by Robert Margetts


Now I know I’m just a kid
and with time I’ll grow and mature
but kissing aunt sue is like
stepping into cow manure.

Her lips are caked with lipstick
and drool drains down her chin
and her bad breath is listed under
the eleventh commandment as a deadly sin.

Lips as powerful as suction cups
and the strong scent of Old Spice as advertised on T.V.
I think I’m being kissed by Captain Bligh
from Mutiny On The Bounty.

I beg her to stop
but she will not desist
and when her razor stubble rubs me raw
that’s when I really start to resist..


Now it’s not the hair lip or the bad breath
that really gets my stomach churning
it’s when her denture Poly-Grip leaks
onto my face and starts burning.

I’ve tried every remedy known to man
from silver bullets, to garlic, to a skillet pan.
Treaties, extortion, promises and an exorcism
will not pacify the witch.
Next time she shoves her snout close to my face
I’ll grab the shovel and bury the bitch.

TO ALL THE PEOPLE


TO THE PEOPLE




The Dotted Beatles
acrylic paint on canvas by Robert Margetts

To all the lonely people
walking one in a crowd
passing strangers in the snow
keeping an eye to the ground.

To all these lonely people
who live on memories
and the dreams that they sail upon
pass late into the night
and the loved ones that they made
echo memories from new touches

To the people who chose to forget
the laughter and cries
the smiles and frowns
the warmth and fears

To the lonely people
who fell in love with a poet
that danced on words
and sculpted songs with his heart

To all these people
self-pity walks with you.

ONE NIGHT LOVERS


ONE NIGHT LOVERS



The Twins
acrylic paint on canvas by Robert Margetts

Lonely nights
and strangers mingle in foreign beds
exchanging gratitude with calloused paws
and clawing approval upon wanton flesh

Lips bleed beautiful lies
to fill the hunger of a dove
injured in youthful flight
never again to soar high among
the billowing winds of innocence

And memories burn within sadden eyes
as wrinkles steal childlike beauty
and bellies barren of life
live for the gentle moments of the night

The dark gives to the day
as another night ebbs into a silent memory
in the hours of loneliness
another bedmare dies

BLACK AND WHITE






The Bat Call

(painting by r.margetts)




BLACK AND WHITE


Apollyon and the Sustainer

lived and bitched
from a fallen angel
into the hallow ditch
from a dog did rise
a Deity evolved from a wolf

The Das took the black
and Jehovah the white
across the Styx against the light.
Did he who created the day
flower the world
and befriend Lucifer?
Did he who sang to live
thrown from heaven
rewolf the Earth
and sing evil?

From the skies did bile drip

and the sentinel of the night
crawl among the flowers?
From the dirt did the fig grow
to give life to blind creatures
so that they may walk in thickets?

From the wolf did flow
evil that was to live
and the blind that day
did cower from the light.
And the serpent of the dark
frolicked in the spoils on the Seventh day.

Black and White
the equinox is today.

THE WISE KING


THE WISE KING





Elvis the King
acrylic paint on canvas by Robert Margetts

Long time ago there was beauty and balance

in the seas and in the air
on the land and below the ground.
Animals tall and short
strong and weak


crawled and walked
flew and swam.

And they gave way to Man,
a creature of superior intelligence
and compassion and understanding for all.
He took and he gave.
He judged and ruled with fairness
and the animals were happy
for their new King was wise.

Then one day he discovered oil
and he became very greedy
bought a gun, and killed them all.

THE ROCKING CHAIR



THE ROCKING CHAIR




Willy Nelson still kicking
acrylic paint on canvas by Robert Margetts


Another ember crackled in the fire

as the whispering winds of past                        
echoed silence outside my door.

The rocking of the smooth pine
kept time like an aged pentameter
slowly winding down.
And the rhythmic swaying
slowly lulled my bones to rest.

A tickle in my eye misted my squinted greens
and the thought of death
gave a smile upon a wrinkled face.

The crackling on the floorboards
moaned under the weight.
And life dripped into the decade
old grooves that had worn its
way into the tracks that I had chosen.

The last pass of the pendulum
as the sickle makes it mark.
The chair ground to a halt
as the pianist clamped the lid on the box.

FALLEN SUN BEAR



SUN BEAR




Sun Bear
carved from pine with acrylic paint by Robert Margetts


Fallen Sun Bear

with misted almond shaped Godivas
slowly darkening the day with heavy lids
and beckoning the nightmares
to place leniency upon a guilty soul.
A tear of Raspberry drips the dew
That webs the sky                                                      
nectar for those who crave the taste
a show of pain who dare to cry.
Droplets of liquid trickle
down the innocent face of one so hurt
pelting the ivory lace dress
patronizing love and loyalty.

Be not so afraid to seek the hand that once placed the ring of time upon a child in a land far away.
For every child finds peace
by the twilight of night
in the arms of a soft Teddy Bear.







LADY BUG



LADYBUG




Marilyn in full color
acrylic on canvas by Robert Margetts


Ladybug, ladybug

all fickle in the head
open your eyes before you’re dead.

Seems a shoe
clouds your domain
and the souls of many
left its stain

Splat…Splotch.
Now you are dead
alas it is I who am fickle in the head

LOOK A PICASSO



LOOK MOM….PICASSO




What God painted
carved from pine with acrylic paint by Robert Margetts


Till this day I will never understand

why mother took the whip to my little hand.
I did what she said
and showed my skill.
All on the wall, not a spill
First black and then some red
rolled it
mixed it
to create the head.
Picasso would have been ever so proud,
not too abstract and not to loud.
Next came the blue and white
and the orange, perhaps a bit too gaudy,
mixed it together to form the body.

At this stage I was interrupted.
My career as an artist abruptly cut short
by a whip or a stick of some sort.
A quick rap on my knuckles
delivered her message.
And I dropped
the brush


to later pick up the pen
and now write stores of life at age ten.

CHERRY MUD PUDDING CAKE



THE CHERRY MUD PUDDING CAKE




The three circles of time
carved from pine and painted in acrylic by Robert Margetts


Take 5 cups of mud

and 6 tablespoons of flour
toss it in the oven and turn on the power

Take 7 cherries and two frog legs
add 1 can of lard
and stir together till it’s nice and hard

Next comes the jelly and fish eggs
this gives it the consistency and the flavor
It melts in your mouth
and it is something to savor

PAIN IN THE TOOTH

TEETHING PAINS




The Vampire dentist
acrylic paint on canvas by Robert Margetts

Wango tango

it sure hurts

Please don’t give me Exlax
it gives me the squirts.

The other end, if you don’t mind
It’s in my mouth, not in my behind!

Changing my diaper just won’t do
I’ve got gums, but I can’t chew.

Give me a pacifier, Orajel, a shot of rum
and for God’s sake,
remove that thermometer from my bum!

I CAN'T WAIT TO GROW UP



I CAN’T WAIT TO GROW UP




The Prez
acrylic paint on canvas by Robert Margetts


When I grow up

I want to be big

as tall as a tree
and green as a twig

as strong as a baboon
and fat like the man on the moon

I want to grow and grow
fatter and fatter
taller and taller
stronger and stronger
just like Daddy

On second thought,
I don’t want to grow up
to look like Daddy!!!










DIVORCE



WHY A DIVORCE




Bruce Lee feeling retro
acrylic paint on canvas by Robert Margetts


Parents are like countries

always fighting and splitting apart

They forget words, emotions, and commitments
that they made to one another

They only remember the hate, the bad
and the hurt that they did unto each other

Fortunately I’m not a parent
so why do I feel the pain.


THE PIGGY BANK



MY FULL PIGGYBANK




Texas toast
carved from pine and painted in acrylic by Robert Margetts


50 Lincolns …in you go

a nickel….clink.
10 dimes…plink, plink, plink.
6 quarters….ching, ching.
20 Georges…come on George
3 five dollar bills….Wow I’m rich
1 ten dollar bill…Wish I had two more
2 Jacksons…Good President
4 Franklins….Hey, he wasn’t a president
1 Hamilton……Ah, my favorite
Wow…Daddy sure had a lot of money in his wallet!

THEY RUN FOR COVER

THE DIRTY DIRTY DIAPER




John Wayne all grown up
acrylic paint on canvas by Robert Margetts

Oh my can it be

Time again to change me
They run for cover and plug their nose
For fear of my dirty smelly toes


GROWING UP



PUBERTY




Superman forgetting his past
acrylic on canvas by Robert Margetts

I forgot you

Yes I did
And I don’t know why
Nor do I want to
Though you have been erased from my mind
That I feel sure
I just can’t remember when it occurred
It happened not over night
This I am somewhat certain
But, in either case,
You are forgotten
And if by some fluke
I start to remember
I’ll remind myself to forget you again.

THE LAST FISH

THE LAST FISH




The last Fish
carved from pine and painted in acrylic by Robert margetts


Rain so wet

nair it quench a thirst
spat forth mist from clouds so gray
taps the parched soil for humans to pray.
Evil that plagued its king
live the story that could not unwind.


Lips open on dry banks perched
spill their life into dirt so baked.
To wolf the air through gills so hot
and flow the desire to appease the pain.
Dew that could no longer cling to scorched blades,
wed to the inevitable and knelt before the land.
Not a hand of water to save
nor a ton of hope to give.

Time as seen in the pupils of an eye
emit the truth and prepare to die.
Swallowed the pain and took to his bed,
water the blood of Earth, the color of red.

Monday, November 22, 2010

THE SEASONS OF LIFE

THE SEASONS OF LIFE






Moose heading home
carved from pine and painted in acrylic by Robert Margetts


Play we did in our youth.
Love we gave with no strings attached.
Together we shared the Spring,
the air fresh with evergreen mist
and pastors so alive with bees sucking the nectar from morning flowers.
Water trickled through our toes
as frogs croaked melodiously while perched upon green lily pads.
With Spring the hours lasted late into the night
bringing the joys of kissing lips that hungered
for the touch from one so innocent.
We held close to one another
and cuddled in the lies of everlasting love,
forever under the watchful eye of a tangerine moon.

One score gone by.
My youth fluttering into the Summer wind,
yet in beauty she aged not a day.
The girl in penny loafers shed the leather and walked as a mother.
The two that gave birth to a third,
frolicked upon some unknown hill,
holding hands and laughing for no reason.
It was just Summertime,
and they bathed in the translucent light of a gracious sun.


Blue skies that once gave birth
to young goslings flapping across the endless horizon,
echoed the chilling winds of silence.
Autumn leaves fell to the frostbitten grass below
as the time of age kept its destructive course,
never hesitating and never rewinding.
Wrinkles ran like tributaries
and veins became more numerous upon hands and legs.
In the Fall of his life
she stood strong beside him,
holding hands and smiling deep
beneath the flickering stars.

Winter came with promising hands
effortlessly caressing the hinges loose.
To the fire it raced to gather warmth,
laying in wait for the final rock.
Gently it blew upon the graying embers
that once glistened like black coal.
In slow motion the chair,
like a pendulum winding down,
rocked to the sound of the crackling wood.
The cold quickly shrouded their aged bodies
in a nebulous fog of solace,
as the two passed together into the night
in the house of their loving son.

MEMORIES OF MY SON


 

MEMORIES OF MY SON





Jim Morrison with 4 faces
acrylic paint on canvas by Robert Margetts

Son of  me
Son of mine
When I look up I don’t see the sky.
What can I say
What can I do
If living in heaven with the morning dew
is hell on Earth
then, I don’t want to die without you

It’s cold at night
until the clouds meet the day
And the hours turn to minutes
as my memory slips away.
And friends to have none
to sit aside
and play with my mind.
God, it’s not easy to die.

THE CONSTANT PAIN

CONSTANT PAIN





Batman in pain
acrylic paint on canvas by Robert Margetts

 

When she looks straight through you

and desires another by her side.
When warmth and tenderness
lead to unhappy acceptance,
and the tears that swell
deep inside her sockets as she
lays with her back to you,
drip long into the cold night
for the other man.


And hands that once
swore partnership before a sentenced crowd
break the ring of time
and toss the circular icon upon deceits tarnished floor.
With lips that begged for
hungry connection
spit forth the fluids of the chosen
and contaminate the unborn within the uterus.

There be no such hand
that could deliver a blow and inflict
the pain that now grows between
a man and his wife.
A pain as blistering as fire
chewing the moisture off the skin.
A hurt as deep as the growing universe
constantly expanding and drifting farther apart.
And a numbness that only a bullet
in the head could awaken.