Showing posts with label cry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cry. Show all posts

Tuesday, April 3, 2018

PAIN IN THE BUTT




PAIN IN THE BUTT

robert margetts



PAIN IN THE BUTT

Oooooh—

what is that pain?

Starts in my back,

shoots through my body

like a coupon‑day

stampede at the grocery chain.

I yelp,

I holler,

I put on a whole Broadway show—

“Stop! Stop!

You’ll break something…

and it might not be me,

you know!”

They think they’re clever,

they think they’re slick,

but next time they’ll check twice— ’

cause dear old Pop

smacked my book

and learned my paperback

hits back harder than his advice.

So back in my pocket

this trouble will stay,

waiting, plotting,

biding its time for another

gloriously naughty day.






Tuesday, November 23, 2010

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 for those 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.






FALLEN SUN BEAR



Oso Solar Caído, con sus Godivas almendradas y nubladas que oscurecen lentamente el día con párpados pesados y llaman a las pesadillas a conceder clemencia a un alma culpable.

Una lágrima de frambuesa gotea el rocío que teje el cielo, néctar para quienes ansían su sabor, muestra de dolor para quienes se atreven a llorar.

Gotas líquidas resbalan por el rostro inocente de quien tanto ha sufrido, golpeando el vestido de encaje marfil, burlándose del amor y la lealtad.

No temas buscar la mano que una vez colocó el anillo del tiempo sobre un niño en una tierra lejana. Porque todo niño encuentra paz al caer el crepúsculo de la noche en los brazos de un suave oso de peluche.



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Monday, November 22, 2010

THE FIRST KISS

THE FIRST KISS




Elvis the cow
acrylic paint on canvas by Robert Margetts


I kissed Sally today
I know not why
Perhaps with this kiss I just might die
It was wet and yet dry
It was just a peck goodbye!
Perhaps that is why she started to cry?