Denis Martindale Poems

Behold the times, the passing years,
The essence of excess,
While some excel in crying tears
Of awesome loneliness...
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The miracle of love's reward,
Indwells us every day
And blessed are those that trust the LORD,
Whatever, come what may...
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The lion learnt a thing or two
For getting his own way,
A timely roar, if overdue,
Reminding to obey...
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When God is silent, doubt begins,
Yet Jesus prayed again,
Was this the time to die for sins
And if not now, then when?
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Sat down upon a comfy chair,
The writing tools at hand,
The coming journey oh so fair,
That few could understand...
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The wolf was well aware of things
That lesser wolves ignored,
For alpha males who lived like kings
Were hardly ever bored...
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An artist came along one day
And saw you as you were,
And you saw him, yet chose to stay,
Like no harm could occur...
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Such tiny birds, such precious things,
Contented side-by-side,
One there with perfect spreadout wings,
As I looked on with pride...
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Behind the scenes where angels fly
Or walk like common man,
Are answers to the questions, 'Why? '
That God has yet to plan...
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If you begin your every day
With prayers to God on high,
The chances are that come what may,
You'll ask less questions why...
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