THE BEST BOOKS FOR YOUR CHILDREN:

LIST OF CHILDRENS' BOOKS:

TITLE	AUTHOR

A Christmas Carol	Charles Dickens
A Dog of Flanders	Ouida
A Journey to the Center of the Earth	Jules Verne
A Little Princess	Frances Hodgson Burnett
A Long Way from Chicago	Richard Peck
A Series of Unfortunate Events: The Bad Beginning	Lemony Snicket
A Tale of Two Cities	Charles Dickens
A Wizard of Earthsea	Ursula K. Le Guin
A Wrinkle in Time	Madeleine L’Engle
Adventures of Huckleberry Finn	Mark Twain
Alice's Adventures in Wonderland	Lewis Carroll
All-of-a-Kind Family	Sydney Taylor
Anne of Green Gables	Lucy Maud Montgomery
Are You There, God? It’s Me, Margaret	Judy Blume
At the Back of the North Wind	George MacDonald
Ballet Shoes	Noah Streatfeild
Because of Winn-Dixie	Kate DiCamillo
Betsy Tacy	Maud Hart Lovelace
Black Beauty	Anna Sewell
Bridge to Terabithia	Katherine Paterson
Bud, Not Buddy	Christopher Paul Curtis
Caddie Woodlawn	C. R. Brink
Charlie and the Chocolate Factory	Roald Dahl
Charlotte’s Web	E.B. White
Children of Green Knowe	L.M. Boston
City of Ember	Jeanne DuPrau
Curious George	H. A. Rey
David Copperfield	Charles Dickens
Ella Enchanted	Gail Carson Levine
Emil and the Detectives	Erich Kästner
Fairy Tales	Hans Christian Andersen
Finn Family Moomintroll	Tove Jansson
Five Children and It	E. Nesbit
Five on a Treasure Island	Enid Blyton
Frindle	Andrew Clements
From the Mixed Up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler	E. L. Konigsburg
Gone-Away Lake	Elizabeth Enright
Goodnight Moon	Margaret Wise Brown
Grimm's Fairy Tales	Jacob and Wilhelm Grimm
Half Magic	Edward Eager
Hans Brinker or the Silver Skates	Mary Mapes Dodge
Harriet the Spy	Louise Fitzhugh
Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets	J.K. Rowling
Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows	J.K. Rowling
Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire JK Rowling	JK Rowling
Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix	J.K. Rowling
Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban	J.K. Rowling
Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone	J.K. Rowling
Hatchet	Gary Paulsen
Heidi	Johanna Spyri
Henry Huggins	Beverly Cleary
Holes	Louis Sachar
Inkheart	Cornelia Funke
Island of the Blue Dolphins	Scott O’Dell
Ivanhoe	Walter Scott
James and the Giant Peach	Roald Dahl
Jeremy Thatcher, Dragon Hatcher	Bruce Coville
Johnny Tremain	Esther Forbes
Just So Stories	Rudyard Kipling
Kidnapped	Robert Louis Stevenson
King Arthur and His Knights	Howard Pyle
King Solomon's Mines	H. Rider Haggard
Little Eva: The Flower of the South	Philip J. Cozans
Little House in the Big Woods	Laura Ingalls Wilder
Little House on the Prairie	Laura Ingalls Wilder
Little Lord Fauntleroy	Frances Hodgson Burnett
Little White Horse	Elizabeth Goudge
Little Women	Louisa May Alcott
Lorna Doone	R. D. Blackmore
Love That Dog	Sharon Creech
Maniac Magee	Jerry Spinelli
Matilda	Roald Dahl
Max and Moritz	Wilhelm Busch
Moonfleet	J. Meade Falkner
Mrs. Fris	and the Rats of NIMH
My Father’s Dragon	Ruth Stiles Gannett
My Side of the Mountain	Jean Craighead George
Nights with Uncle Remus	Joel Chandler Harris
Number the Stars	Lois Lowry
On the Banks of Plum Creek	Laura Ingalls Wilder
Out of the Dust	Karen Hesse
Percy Jackson and the Olympians: The Lightning Thief	Rick Riodan
Peter Pan	J. M. Barrie
Pippi Longstocking	Astrid Lindgren
Pollyanna	Eleanor H. Porter
Ramona and her Father	Beverly Cleary
Ramona the Pest	Beverly Cleary
Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm	Kate Douglas Wiggin
Rip Van Winkle	Washington Irving
Roll of Thunder, Hear My Cry	Mildred Taylor
Sarah, Plain and Tall	Patricia MacLachlan
Seven Little Australians	Ethel Turner
Sideways Stories from Wayside School	Louis Sachar
Slovenly Peter	Heinrich Hoffmann
Stargirl	Jerry Spinelli
Swallows and Amazons	Arthur Ransome
Tales of a Fourth Grade Nothing	Judy Blume
The Adventures of Pinocchio	Carlo Collodi
The Adventures of Tom Sawyer	Mark Twain
The BFG	Roald Dahl
The Blue Fairy Book	Andrew Lang
The Book of Three	Lloyd Alexander
The Borrowers	Mary Norton
The Call of the Wild	Jack London
The Cat in the Hat	Dr. Seuss
The Children of the New Forest	Frederick Marryat
The Coral Island	R. M. Ballantyne
The Dark is Rising	Susan Cooper
The Egypt Game	Zilpha Keatley Snyder
The Giver	Lois Lowry
The Golden Compass	Philip Pullman
The Graveyard Book	Neil Gaiman
The Great Gilly Hopkins	Katherine Paterson
The Happy Prince and Other Tales	Oscar Wilde
The High King	Lloyd Alexander
The Hobbit	J. R. R. Tolkien
The House at Pooh Corner	A. A. Milne
The Indian in the Cupboard	Lynne Reid Banks
The Invention of Hugo Cabret	Brian Selznick
The Jungle Book	Rudyard Kipling
The King of the Golden River	John Ruskin
The Legend of Sleepy Hollow	Washington Irving
The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe	C.S. Lewis
The Little Prince	Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
The Little White Horse	Elizabeth Goudge
The Lost World	Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
The Magic Pudding	Norman Lindsay
The Merry Adventures of Robin Hood	Howard Pyle
The Miraculous Journey of Edward Tulane	Kate DiCamillo
The Mysterious Benedict Society	Trenton Lee Stewart
The Nutcracker and the Mouse King	E. T. A. Hoffman
The Phantom Tollbooth	Norton Juster
The Princess and the Goblin	George MacDonald
The Railway Children	E. Nesbit
The Reluctant Dragon	Kenneth Grahame
The Saturdays	Elizabeth Enright
The Secret Garden	Frances Hodgson Burnett
The Secret of the Old Clock (The Nancy Drew mysteries)	Caroline Keene
The Story of Doctor Dolittle	Hugh Lofting
The Story of the Treasure Seekers	E. Nesbit
The Swiss Family Robinson	Johann Rudolf Wyss
The Tale of Despereaux	Kate DiCamillo
The Tale of Peter Rabbit	Beatrix Potter
The Thief	Megan Whalen Turner
The Three Musketeers	Alexandre Dumas, père
The True Confessions of Charlotte Doyle	Avi
The View from Saturday	E. L. Konigsburg
The Water Babies	Charles Kingsley
The Westing Game	Ellen Raskin
The Wind in the Willows	Kenneth Grahame
The Witch of Blackbird Pond	Elizabeth George Speare
The Witches	Roald Dahl
The Wolves of Willough	Chase
The Wonderful Wizard of Oz	L. Frank Baum
Through the Looking-Glass	Lewis Carroll
To Kill a Mockingbird	Harper Lee
Tom Brown's Schooldays	Thomas Hughes
Treasure Island	Robert Louis Stevenson
Tuck Everlasting	Natalie Babbitt
Twenty Thousand Leagues under the Sea	Jules Verne
Walk Two Moons	Sharon Creech
Watsons Go to Birmingham, 1963	Christopher Paul Curtis
What Katy Did	Susan Coolidge
When You Reach Me	Rebecca Stead
Where the Mountain Meets the Moon	Grace Lin
Where the Red Fern Grows	Wilson Rawls
Where the Wild Things Are	Maurice Sendak
White Fang	Jack London
Winnie-the-Pooh	A. A. Milne

MY FAVORITE BOOK WHEN I WAS A CHILD:

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THE STORY TELLER:

Tell me a story blind man for you are the Storyteller.

Tell me about the darkness

and how it sheltered you in its womb,

and pitied by all.

Tell me of the water.

What did you see?

Greed in the hands of power.

A glance the other way.

Did it hurt knowing the truth?

Perhaps that is why you are blind.

Tell me of the skies,

the beautiful charcoaled sunsets,

the hazy blanket of smog and the cold damp afternoons.

Were the toxins gentle on the animals?

Were you also blind to this?

From the holes of useless bile did remorse crave to see

that which I was forced to remember.

How can the Storyteller describe

the blistering flesh burnt onto the skulls.

The billions.

The stench.

The young spitting into my face as I ravaged their bodies.

Tell me.

Please tell me, Storyteller!

At your bedside I did read to you

whispered the tired old man.

Not a prouder father one could find.

Though blind to images of your world,

I saw with my hands and loved with my ears.

I tell you in honesty and in pain,

wept the old Storyteller.

What I did I did for you.

And to wear the crown of thorns

I would do all over again.

What I did I did from love,

I did for you.

MY SON LOVED THIS BOOK:

THE CAT IN THE HAT

ISBN# 9780394800011

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THIS IS A CLASSIC BOOK FOR YOUR CHILDREN TO READ:

ISBN# 9781402736964

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 a 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 fell powerful watching them die...

THE PUZZLE

(Jim Morrison by Robert Margetts)

"What is greed," asked the little boy?

"Greed is like a potatoe 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?

HARRY POTTER:

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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!!!!!!

ANNE OF GREEN GABLES:

ISNB# 9780553213133

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.

AMAZING GRACE:

AMAZING GRACE

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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!!!!

BEST MOVIES FOR CHILDREN:

MOVIES RECOMMENDED FOR CHILDREN	YEAR PRODUCED

A Hard Day's Night	1964
A League of Their Own	1992
A Little Princess	1995
Abbott and Costello Meet Frankenstein	1948
Apollo 13	1995
Babe	1995
Beauty and the Beast	1991
Beetlejuice	1988
Big	1988
Bound for Glory	1976
Breaking Away	1979
Bringing Up Baby	1938
Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid	1969
Casablanca	1942
Cat Ballou	1965
Chariots of Fire	1981
Chicken Run	2000
Close Encounters of the Third Kind	1977
Dick Tracy	1990
Dr. Strangelove or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb	1964
Duck Soup	1933
E.T.: The Extra-Terrestrial	1982
Edward Scissorhands	1990
Emma	1996
Fiddler on the Roof	1971
Field of Dreams	1989
Fly Away Home	1996
Gandhi	1982
Ghostbusters	1984
Great Expectations	1946
Groundhog Day	1993
Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone	2001
High Noon	1952
It Happened One Night	1934
James and the Giant Peach	1996
Jurassic Park	1993
King Kong	1933
Lawrence of Arabia	1962
Lilo & Stitch	2002
Little Fugitive	1953
Little Man Tate	1991
Little Women	1994
Lost Horizon	1937
Mary Poppins	1964
Monsters, Inc.	2001
Mr. Smith Goes to Washington	1939
Mrs. Doubtfire	1993
My Fair Lady	1964
National Velvet	1944
Never Cry Wolf	1983
North by Northwest	1959
Peter Pan	1953
Pinocchio	1940
Raiders of the Lost Ark	1981
Rear Window	1954
Rocky	1976
Shane	1953
Shrek	2001
Singin' in the Rain	1952
Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs	1937
Some Like It Hot	1959
Spirited Away	2001
Star Wars	1977
Steamboat Bill, Jr.	1928
Sullivan's Travels	1941
Superman	1978
Swiss Family Robinson	1960
The Adventures of Robin Hood	1938
The African Queen	1951
The Bad News Bears	1976
The Bear	1988
The Black Stallion	1979
The Buddy Holly Story	1978
The Day the Earth Stood Still	1951
The Gold Rush	1925
The Great Escape	1963
The Iron Giant	1999
The King and I	1956
The Lion King	1994
The Little Mermaid	1989
The Longest Day	1962
The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring	2001
The Magnificent Seven	1960
The Music Man	1962
The Princess Bride	1987
The Rookie	2002
The Secret Garden	1993
The Secret of Roan Inish	1994
The Sound of Music	1965
The Three Musketeers and The Four Musketeers	1974 and 1975
The Winslow Boy	1999
The Wizard of Oz	1939
To Kill a Mockingbird	1962
Toy Story and Toy Story 2	1995 and 1999
Walkabout	1971
West Side Story	1961
Who Framed Roger Rabbit	1988
Yellow Submarine	1968

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, perphaps 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?

DOING TIME AT THE ZOO

The moose next door
acrylic paint on canvas by Robert Margetts

I sit in my cage

and eat raw flesh from metallic bowls

twice a day

I return to the open holes

You pass the meat

and expect me to be happy

caged in an iron coffin

yet convicted of no crime

You pass my cage

as I do the time

He throws me a peanut

She tosses me a candy bar

It waves and taunts me

shouts and vents

disrespects my existence

and expects me to be content

We are the one who watch you go by

We are the ones who wait to die

We are the ones who hate you so

We are the ones who truly know

that you are the beast

trapped in your own mortality

begging forgiveness from some soiled priest

They come in droves

They drive their cars

They walk by our cages

throw morsels of genetically altered food

and throw our minds into horrific rages

Who is the animal

that traps my kind

Slaves to your world

filled with hate

filled with utter fear

passing my prison but shedding not a tear

to walk the corridors of iron that rust

and show sympathy and empathy

ironic gestures of trust

You enlightened creature

who fear my kind instinct

It is you who have been fleeced

It is you who are the beast.

THIS IS A GREAT BOOK FOR TWEENS:

MATILDA:

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ISBN: 0142410373

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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!!

HER PAIN

This is dedicated to you
acrylic paint on canvas by Robert Margetts

In the most tender hour a life was born

given to a poor woman with nothing to give.

Poor and decrepit

old and ugly.

No family to help, no friends to beg,

each day a struggle to survive

She stole for food,

wrapped him in paper

fed him from dirty needles

and bathed him in the sewer waters

And he was happy

for he knew nothing of greed nor prejudice.

He knew only of the kind face that loved him.

And she too was happy

for someone did love her

and cared not about her wealth

For three years a boy learned

to crawl, walk, google, and talk.

He learned love and pain

hunger and thirst

coldness and wetness

And for three years she did learn

what it meant to have nothing but to give everything,

to see pain in the eyes of a child

and to know that you were solely to blame

In the cold Winter of 1987

the baby fell ill.

His screams of pain pounded in her bones

as she begged for help upon deaf ears.

He who had so much would give nothing

and she with child looked the other way.

And one night the old lady crouched

down in a puddle of slush,

lay the young lad upon the blanket of snow.

And with a kiss on his cheek

and a pat on his head,

tears trickled from her eyes

as the baby lay dead.

And for the first time in her life, the old lady

really understood pain

and she cried, and cried.

ORIGINAL PRINTS

This piece took me around 7 days to complete. It actually took me a month but it sounds better if I say it only took me 5 days (I mean 7 days) to finish. What it is, I don't really know and why I did it, that too I cannot answer with certainty. I just know that for some strange reason I had to draw a 3 dimensional hand coming out of a picture to paint a picture.

I did this piece last year for my father for Christmas. It's supposed to be a bear but for some reason he looks more like a racoon to me. At first I didn't like it, but the purple grew on me.

REMINDS ME OF MY EX GIRLFRIEND

First, let me just say I am not an artist and don't pretend to be an artist. I simply do these carvings and paintings because my little brain sends synaptic messages through my fingers and forces me to pick up a carving knife or a paint brush. If it were up to me, I would pick up a good glass of scotch and a lint brush but as I already said, my brain forces me to do things and I think it's trying to control me. These are just a few of the pieces....

(another moose for the wife)

Moose Walking through the Forest

The jury is still out on this piece. I can tell you one thing, it took a long time to carve and paint and an even longer time to decide not to throw it in the garbage!!!

Texas Toast

Hey, what can I say, I like the color, Orange. Yep, really are no excuses as to why I carved this piece!

HORN TIME IN TEXAS

This is my cow stage (for lack of a better defination)

Hang in there Old Cow

(Elvis my cow by Robert Margetts)

(Elvis the moon cow by Robert Margetts)

(Pixie cow by Robert Margetts)

I might have gone a little overboard on this particular painting. Kind of gives you a headache if you stare at it too long!!!!!

(Elvis the Cow by Robert Margetts)

Now, this bat signal took forever to complete. I actually finished it one late Saturday afternoon and mistakenly stayed it with speckled white gloss paint (I thought I was spraying it with a clear gloss). I came withing inches of smashing it into tiny pieces...

The Bat Signal

Ok, it's pretty obvious that I like BATMAN. This particular piece was supposed to represent the three changes of batman over the past 50 years. It was carved out of red oak and then some idiot decided to paint over it (me)

(the three Bat signals)

superman in the funny mirror

(The Joker and his last laugh)

(Life and death with a joker by Robert Margetts)

This was an early piece that I had painted back in 2000..

(Batman at the DMV by Robert Margetts)

Evil Superman

(Batman racing through the streets by Robert Margetts)

The Bat Call

One Really Pissed off Bat

The Last Joke

(Batman in 3d by Robert Margetts)

(Superman in purple by Robert Margetts)

(Superman and his Bad Temper by Robert Margetts)

(Batman in Pain by Robert Margetts)

(Batman at the DMV in 3d by Robert Margetts)

Superman on his Bluetooth

Superman Taking it off

I like this one. It reminds me of Christmas.

I can't really can't tell you what I was thinking about when I carved this piece. I think it looks like a fish, but my wife thinks it ressembles...NOTHING...

Ok, here goes my fish craze. To be honest, I really don't care much for fish, but what the heck.

THE PROZAK FISH

(The Fish Skeleton by Robert Margetts)

Now to continue the madness, I decided to venture into other animals both with the carving knife and with the paintbrush.

This tree almost fell on our house back in 2005. We were living in Cumming, Georgia at the time when the hurricane Katrina struck New Orleans.

Jerry Garcia's Moose

(THE BEATLES COMING TO AMERICA by Robert Margetts)

My Uncle Charley wrote a book once called "Eddy and the Mooney goats" (I realize that I probably misspelled the name of the book.) I always thought this would make a great name for this carved piece. Consequently, this one is dedicated to my favorite Uncle.

(Edward the Walking Ardvark by Robert Margetts)

Can't say much about this piece. It was carved from pine and probably took me more time to actually do it than it looks. I know what you are thinking, but why spend so much time and effort on stuff when you could be watching college football? I don't have an answer!!!!

This one kind of looks like my father - in - law.

Uncle Tom

Carved from popular. It looks like my hand after I finished the piece!!!

This one might make it's way to the fireplace!!!!!!

Obviously I hung this one up in my house. Hopefully it looks like two bears playing with one another. And the small bear underneath this piece, yes, I did that one too.

This tree (what's left of it, almost fell on our house one night.) I decided to carve it into the shape of that particular tree.

same carving, different background.....

I really don't like these next few pieces. They are actually jammed under my bed, out of sight and out of mind.

My old house. Yep, when I ran out of canvas, I painted on the walls. No wonder I couldn't sell the my house!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Willie Nelson in the Mirror

We were trying for Dean Martin, probably looks more like Rock Hudson.

AND NOW THE KING OF ROCK AND ROLL
ELVIS PRESLEY:

(amazing Grace and Elvis by Robert Margetts)

Elvis living with the stars.

THE YOUNG BEATLES

Elvis Doesn't Live Here Anymore

This one is titled: ELVIS IS MELTING

(Elvis in rock by Robert Margetts)

(The day rock and roll died by Robert Margetts)

Now, just some absurd paintings.

Enter the Dragon

(Dreaming of Marilyn by Robert Margetts)

Frank Sinatra under the rainbow by Robert Margetts)

I did this one in pencil. Maybe I should have used a crayon!

(James Bond and his fans by Robert Margetts)

JFK and the Other Woman

(Marilyn Monroe in Color by Robert Margetts)

(Go Ahead and Make My Day by Robert Margetts)

HANG EM HIGH by Robert Margetts

(Einstein in Tubes by Robert Margetts)

The Doors and Jimmy

Blow your Horn

Jack Johnson in My Living Room

The Open Door

(THE LIZARD KING IN 4D by Robert Margetts)

(Jim Morrison seeing Red by Robert Margetts)

(Happy Marley by Robert Margetts)

(Jerry Garcia by Robert Margetts)

(Johnny Cash Taking Ten by Robert Margetts)

(The Red hot chili peppers by Robert Margetts)

(The Lonely Jazz Player by Robert Margetts)

Here is an inside view of some of the pictures you have just seen.

(The Beetles taking a break)

(Jerry Garcia's Moose at the Museum by Robert Margetts)

AMERICAN SON

(The man who killed Osama bin Ladin by Robert Margetts)

Acid Man by Robert Margetts

Easter in Cuba

Summer in Hell

The President Feeling Groovy

One Fish Dinner

3D ART

KRUSTY THE CLOWN IN A CAR BLAST by Robert Margetts

Exploding Fish

Merilyn the Werewolf

3D Willie Nelson

COMIC BOOK STAR by Robert Margetts

ABE LINCOLN IN 3D:

http://fineartamerica.com/featured/young-able-lincoln-robert-margetts.html?newartwork=true

(All men are created equal by Robert Margetts)

(SUPERMAN'S HEART by Robert Margetts)

(LONGHORNS OF TEXAS by Robert Margetts)

(ARROWS THROUGH A FLOWER by Robert Margetts)

(INSIDE THE MIND OF A TREE by Robert Margetts)

AMERICAN SON:

http://fineartamerica.com/featured/american-son-robert-margetts.html

AMERICAN BOY:

(The hand of frankenstein by Robert Margetts)

Superman ready to fight

CAPTAIN AMERICA SERIES:

http://fineartamerica.com/featured/captain-america-from-the-future-robert-margetts.html

http://fineartamerica.com/featured/captain-america-after-the-battle-robert-margetts.html

(Captain America against a brick wall by Robert Margetts)

(The colors of our flag by Robert Margetts)

(America the beautiful by Robert Margetts)

(And the flag still stands by Robert Margetts)

(the boy king in 3d by Robert Margetts)

(The beginning of time)

(Faces of Jupitar by Robert Margetts)

(Jim Morrison behind the door by Robert Margetts)

(Lady in red by Robert Margetts)

(Easter in Cuba in 3d by Robert Margetts)

DOING TIME AT THE ZOO

The moose next door
acrylic paint on canvas by Robert Margetts

I sit in my cage

and eat raw flesh from metallic bowls

twice a day

I return to the open holes

You pass the meat

and expect me to be happy

caged in an iron coffin

yet convicted of no crime

You pass my cage

as I do the time

He throws me a peanut

She tosses me a candy bar

It waves and taunts me

shouts and vents

disrespects my existence

and expects me to be content

We are the one who watch you go by

We are the ones who wait to die

We are the ones who hate you so

We are the ones who truly know

that you are the beast

trapped in your own mortality

begging forgiveness from some soiled priest

They come in droves

They drive their cars

They walk by our cages

throw morsels of genetically altered food

and throw our minds into horrific rages

Who is the animal

that traps my kind

Slaves to your world

filled with hate

HER PAIN

This is dedicated to you
acrylic paint on canvas by Robert Margetts

In the most tender hour a life was born

given to a poor woman with nothing to give.

Poor and decrepit

old and ugly.

No family to help, no friends to beg,

each day a struggle to survive

She stole for food,

wrapped him in paper

fed him from dirty needles

and bathed him in the sewer waters

And he was happy

for he knew nothing of greed nor prejudice.

He knew only of the kind face that loved him.

And she too was happy

for someone did love her

and cared not about her wealth

For three years a boy learned

to crawl, walk, google, and talk.

He learned love and pain

hunger and thirst

coldness and wetness

And for three years she did learn

what it meant to have nothing but to give everything,

to see pain in the eyes of a child

and to know that you were solely to blame

In the cold Winter of 1987

the baby fell ill.

His screams of pain pounded in her bones

as she begged for help upon deaf ears.

He who had so much would give nothing

and she with child looked the other way.

And one night the old lady crouched

down in a puddle of slush,

lay the young lad upon the blanket of snow.

And with a kiss on his cheek

and a pat on his head,

tears trickled from her eyes

as the baby lay dead.

And for the first time in her life, the old lady

really understood pain

and she cried, and cried.

NUCLEAR MEMORIES

The last man
acrylic paint on canvas by Robert Margetts

A child of seventy walks in death’s sands

looking far off and remembering distant lands

and memories cry inside his arching head

as a hungry God cries tears of red

Footprints in the sand, telling stores of past.

Waves cut in and shape new memories

carrying old feelings into the night.

Each footprint leads him one step into the future.

Each wave leaves him one memory into the past.

And he remembers a time when men cried into the wind

and children prayed to the only God of the night.

It was a time when the strong could stop and listen.

They had lived in a time, a time untold

few questions were asked and no lies were given,

thus they survived.

But those footprints have long washed away

and time is tomorrow’s past

as darkness drips its acid nails into the flesh of a child.

Its cries suffocated in yesterday’s pollution.

The hatred of an angle burns eyes of red

as the child of seventy wall’s into the night,

wishing he were dead!

SKELETONS IN MY CLOSET

Lee under pressure

acrylic paint on canvas by Robert Margetts

What’s all this hush hush

about bones and secrets?

None in my closet

that’s for sure

I would know

I hide in there

And if I see

a bony cadaver

Out he goes

into the cold world

No secretes in my closet,

that’s for sure!

WEAPONS OF TIME

(painting by Robert Margetts)

Through the archways they did come

through the millennium of time

from Khan to Hitler
from John Wilkes Booth
to James Earl Ray

From the bronze era
to the atomic era
to the nuclear era

each bearing his own form of hardened steel

Pride, honor and vengeance

Distrust, loathing and power

Evil and corruption

filled the damp granite halls

as the soldiers of time trampled upon the rustic cobblestones

in their sullied boots

A nod of recognition here

a shove and a scowl there

they clutched to their insidious weapons

like starve ridden babies clinging to a full breast.

Maidens bustled in tight corsets

swayed to the rhythmic tones

that bubbled from their flutes.

The soldiers of time

stood to attention

awed by these ladies of the night.

These soft creatures dressed in white

so pure of hatred

and so innocent of crime.

With hungry eyes and scarred lips

did so desire to fill their needs

The few sober took to the ale

like jackals to rotten flesh.

The first to fall,

the gallant knight
entombed in his dented armor

He lowered his nail studded mace

and let it fall deep into the hungry moat

Pride and deceit vanished

deep into the silty mud

To the seeker of the Holy Grail

forgiveness from the boy Ward.

In the house of Arthur, the knight was reborn.

The cowboy nodded to the knight,

holstered his pistol
removed his belt

and handed
it to the blacksmith.

Honor and dishonesty

vengeance and hate

were quickly hammered into the form of a horseshoe.

Billy The Kid doffed his dusty cap

and extended the hand of truce,

the branch of clemency.

And for the first time

he shook the hand of the sheriff

And he too was reborn that day,

in the house of Garrett.

The musketeer watching from afar

dropped his bloodstained foil

With a clank upon the courtyard stones

revenge tricked from his murderous blade

The fanning weeds

that fought for space between the crevices

licked the sanguine weapon clean of hate

For the first time in 100 years
Romeo looked upon Juliet

And Capulet
And Montague
were reborn in the house of Shakespeare

Hiding in the dark alcove

near the winding stairs stood the most evil,

the most powerful and sinister of creation past.

Clutched in his rawboned fist

and holding the world at bay

Stupidity and hypocrisy tucked in his back pocket

in the form of a bribe

Too weak

Too tired

to fight the soothing array of notes

that placated this once vicious crowd.

He opened his bony hand and dropped the hideous vial into the moat

and with it the secrets of destruction

were quickly swallowed up
in the murky cool waters.

Bending down to his knees

he did cry

for that day

in the house of humanity

Einstein was reborn

And for the first time,

since the Seventh day of creation

The creator of dust

and the maker of steel was happy
for in eleventh hour of the day

his faith in humans,

was reborn.

And he cried
and he cried
for all his children.

The dome in Hiroshima, Japan. It was one of the very few building that survived the Atomic bomb. (I took this picture back in April of 1885)

The hand of death

(painted with Acrylic paint, December 2011 by Robert Margetts)

A HARP TEAR

the seal killer

acrylic on canvas by Robert Margetts

To my child and wife

Silenced in love, murdered from life

Cuddled in fur, wrapped in lace

Taunting strangers, smiling with grace

Crawling in the snow with pup in sight

Sheltered from the cold and youthful flight

On the Eve of Christmas year

Shouts from the enemy, cries of fear

Attack was brutal, sickle was quick

Blood dripped from the butchers stick

A gift here forgotten tomorrow

Killing the helpless yet feeling no sorrow

Wrapped in harp, cuddled in red

They walk the streets carrying my dead.

The rose and the thorn cut from the stem

Lying in the garbage like a faulty gem

And all the memories that we made

And the dreams that we shared

Echoed silence from the ripper

The Gardner, the rose clipper.

THE GOOD FATHER

the thinking man

acrylic paint on canvas by Robert Margetts

I’ve heard stories from those who knew him best

They spoke of him as the silent hero

A man of stature

A man of inner strength and pride

With love and tenderness he did rear me

A single parent widowed by painful fate

A drunk driver played the grim reaper

And stole a soul before its time.

Yet, not a word did he mention of his loss

Not an open bed did he take for comfort

Nor the hands of pity did he accept

Though thrown into his new responsibilities

He took to them as if it were fate.

And complaints, I had none

He frolicked in my youth

And shared in my pain

He taught me in a world of hate

That in darkness there is strength

That goodness hides behind fear

And to understand this emotion,

One must see the child in the most evil

And befriend his pain.

All this time, not a tear did he drop

Not the breath of remorse reached my ears

I could not and did not see his pain

For he showed none.

If his eyes were two way mirrors,

They reflected nothing but content

And pain was but a brick wall on the other side

With no means of escape or relief.

And then one night he took his life.

With a click of the trigger a silent hero

Kissed the wings of immortality forever.

And, for the first time I realized

That is wall of pain was the only

Legacy passed onto me.

And, as fate would have it,

I built it twice as high for my wife and kid.

FATHER AND SON

hang em high

acrylic paint on canvas by Robert Margetts

To create a life, that I have done

and to bury a man who called me his son.

To have lived in fear and seen man split atoms

and to have sailed upon the great Mississippi

and almost drown in seven fathoms.

To leave my flesh and see apparitions

dance upon the shrine

and to know of dead bodies

Floating down the Rhine.

To have kissed the girls in numerous lands

and to some I loved, I did leave

deep wounds in their hands.

To have walked with Plato and trod on teak

that floated upon the Caspian Sea.

And to have touched the bark

and seen the life taken from the trees.

To have flown in the air in machines that rust

and to have turned green pastures into bowls of dust.

To lie to my wife and cheat in bed

and he who took vengeance and bore me

my first that was dead.

To this and more I regret as a man

for I never hugged my father

and I never held my son’s hand.

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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.

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