Denis Martindale Poems

Stretched out upon a sloping rock,
The tiger took repose,
As if his very place to lock,
Take stock and count his toes...
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Having wrote the perfect poem,
I placed it in a drawer,
Alas, for me, my luck's turned grim,
It's not there anymore!
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Two lion cubs laid low once more
Just by the waterhole,
Where they explored their sense of awe,
At peace, not on patrol...
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The week's shopping was delivered at last
and I had to help get that lot into the house,
to the kitchen worktops, floor and the fridge...
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The tiger saw the tigress there,
She faced the other way,
For him, true love was in the air,
For her, no need to stay...
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I paced the room in my hotel,
Not knowing what to do,
I felt as if I were in Hell,
She'd gone yet gave no clue...
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All these things the good Mother has received
with the tender passing of the seasons and the years,
each granted to be a second blessing to others,
so think of how true love begins in the human heart,
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A brand new season's coming soon,
My spirit tells me so,
Perhaps sometime this afternoon,
I'll find the strength to go...
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A lot of people don't know this,
But Writers' Block helps you write.
You're so flustered at first that you're
Primed and ready to write anything,
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Yeah, finally, the fifth is here!
November, back once more!
When dazzling fireworks appear
To cause their great furore!
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