Denis Martindale Poems

Three little meerkats looked ahead
At different angles then
There was no sudden awful threat
That was beyond their ken...
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I saw her sing, I saw her dance - with eloquence and style.
She had the talents to entrance, bewitch men with her smile.
She had such beauty, men would stare, transfixed as time went on -
Until the second they'd despair, when suddenly she'd gone.
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It is a matter of life and death.
We sense our mortality in the destiny of another.
This isn't easy for us to confront.
We seek ignorance of such final thoughts.
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Two young tigers stood side-by-side,
Facing the world assured...
With both their jaws now open wide,
With pride, the tigers roared!
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The polar bear looked at her child,
The one she must defend,
The son who soon would face the wild,
The one who was her friend...
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Behold the son of royal birth,
Aligned by blood, no less,
To ancient kings who proved their worth
And ones God chose to bless.
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The chilled dark night had passed away
And daylight came with dawn,
Fresh warmth was born and chose to stay
And blessed a brand new morn...
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The lion looked with such a look,
That's called your deepest fears...
And with your courage that he took,
Bravado disappears!
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The tiger touched the water's edge...
What wonderment he felt...
As if cascading from a ledge,
His tensions seemed to melt...
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Elvis was lucky... He deserved to be lucky...
And somehow I think we were lucky, too...
So many songs, so many shows, films, articles...
So many good things to remember him for...
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