Denis Martindale Poems

Behold the stars that shine above and on the beast newborn.
Behold the man who knows not love, just bitterness and scorn.
Behold the man of ill repute - his smiles that gleam and gleam.
Behold the man behind the suit - his hatred is extreme.
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Across the plains of Africa,
Elephants come and go,
There lives this mighty superstar,
That most have come to know.
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The lovely Lisa has a smile
That brightens up my day.
Besides her beauty and her style,
Our Lisa loves to play.
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Towards the end of one more day
The lion lays in wait,
As brilliant sunshine melts away,
God's night to recreate...
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He really doesn't have a clue,
He's still too young to know!
He does what little lions do,
He's always on the go...
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'Behold the Man! ' and then decide...
The crowd then bid farewell,
To let God's Son be crucified,
As if His soul to sell...
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The years were kind to the tigress,
Now seasoned in the sun,
So full of spice and specialness,
A prize meant to be won...
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'I don't know about you, sunshine,
But I think it's getting worse...
There was a time I thought things fine,
But now it's like a curse...'
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The elephant had never seen
A human stand up close
And so, of course, he was quite keen
To learn about its nose!
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The image of the pussycat,
So playful, without care...
Was gone in seconds, just like that,
When fury made him stare...
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