Biography of Denis Martindale
I was born at a very early age, they allowed me to live, but forced me to go to School. That's where I sang hymns from my tiny Songs of Praise hymnbook.
Most of the time, I try to rhyme using the common metre 8 syllables then 6 then 8 then 6 verse style. I've been writing hymns and poems and stories for a very long time and have added 800 poems on poemhunter.com already.
My poems have been in Church magazines and local papers and magazines and on local Radio as well as Christian TV and Radio channels. Some of my poems have also been on the UK Shopping channels like bid.tv, price-drop.tv and speedauction.tv and in one month about a dozen poems were read out on Revelation TV.
I've had some publishing success with Forward Press which is now called Forward Poetry. Their website forwardpoetry-dot-com has a Contests webpage, so I visit and write my poems for these contests.
Poetry isn't cheap. Consider the words of Jesus who said we should count the cost. Consider the paper and pens and the printers and the computers and the Internet costs and the time and the energy it takes to create something for someone I'll probably never meet in this lifetime. The costs soon mount up and the financial returns seem insignificant, but the poetry is part of me and it's a part I want to keep as well as share...
Apart from my Christian poetry themes, I like the magnificent paintings of the wildlife artist, Mr Stephen Gayford and have created a collection of poems about these incredible creatures. Some poems have been read out on the Shopping channels, along with a few romantic poems including The Gifts That Say I Love You and the poem called Somebody Loves You.
My Stephen Gayford website has a search feature to check for all creatures great and small. Google search will also have some results for Denis Martindale and Stephen Gayford.
The poemhunter website lists the recent poems submitted and from these I can check the themes and topics of interest and start new poems which I can share with my fellow poets.
I see myself listed among the top 500 poets, whatever that really signifies is not as important as actually clicking the top 500 poets link and being reminded of who they are or were. Each leaves his or her mark on the world stage, his or her heartprint, to say, I was here... But to share something worthwhile that makes someone's day is easy to do. If we can help change a person's life for the better, then we really have made a difference...
In the meanwhile, keep up the good work and seek the love of God, the blessings of Jesus and the inspiration of the Holy Spirit... because while poetry is eternal, God created eternity...
Denis Martindale Poems
* The Cross Of Christ
The jeering crowd like jackals stood, To see what must be done. Though once they thought this man was good, They didn't see God's Son.
A baby Panda has to eat, How else can Pandas grow? He has to stand upon his feet, To go where he must go!
* The Prestige Of The Poppy
Behold my form, my humble guise, my fragile fashioned grace. Look deep within the giver’s eyes, some noble hopes to trace. November’s here and folks look back to what heroes have bought. They stood as one as things looked black, courageous as they fought.
* I Am An Elephant!
It's true, I am an elephant! In fact, I've always been! I've got this trunk way up in front, Stuck here, right in-between...
The Little Mermaid
The sun shone brightly in the sky, Crowned with a rainbow there, While seagulls boldly chose to fly, As if without a care...
Four Horsemen Of The Apocalypse
I saw them riding in a dream, Hell-bent upon their course, And each one with a sickening scheme as he rode on his horse... And so they moved, this world to claim with utmost misery, With death and suffering as their aim, their shame and infamy!
* The Prince Of Prints
Behold the precious Prince of Prints, By wildlife he is stirred! Yet who is he who uses tints? Mr Stephen Gayford!
Doctor Who And The Tardis
From Gallifrey, where Time Lords rule, The Doctor chose to leave, Despite the danger, played it cool, Though he could hardly breathe!
The Measure Of Love Sung To From Russia ...
The measure of love, in truth, is this: To treasure each sigh, close by, then kiss! I've revelled each girl I yearn, Just to discern
Focus On Friendship, Faith And Love
A happy man is he who's found a lass that he can love... As if by beauty he's been bound yet wouldn't shake her off! Her lips like magnets draw him close till he looks in her eyes! What happens next God only knows for eyes can hypnotise!
Mary, Mother Of Jesus
In Roman times, when swords were raised, And peace on Earth was rare, There lived a girl now highly praised, A girl beyond compare...
Amid the heat the tiger lurched, Fatigued not quite as strong And yet onwards he gamely searched And would search all day long...
The Beauty Of My Daughter
My daughter is God's gift to me, Her father in the Lord. She's my great joy, my ecstasy, My loving God's reward.
Portrait Of A Prince
Behold the tiger's face up close, With all its deep-etched lines. Like charcoal ridges by his nose, How clearly each defines.
Temptation comes in many forms they're mostly human, though...
At first temptation gently warms, then boils to overflow!
As humans we're weak as water! What strength can we provide?
When we don't do what we oughta, billions of sighs are sighed!
Man's conscience warns and gives us pause, Reflect, repent, resist!
Yet even if we know God's laws, temptation will persist!
We try at first to turn away...We fight against delight!
Yet few are they who strive all day and fight with all their