Denis Martindale Poems

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401.
The Oyster's Treasure Trove

Beneath the waves, beneath the stars,
Beneath the sunshine, too,
We'll find the raging tidal bars
That fill the oceans through.
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402.
Triumph Over Tragedy

Darkness descends upon the Earth
And souls are lost like sheep
And evil's spawned from death to birth,
Its destiny to creep.
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403.
Come, Hold My Hand

'Come, hold my hand! ' the angel said, 'I'll lead you to a land
The Chosen Few alone must tread the day they understand
That God is love and so much more than human souls could sense
The day they open up the door... forgiven... now His friends...'
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404.
The Perfect Prayer

Heavenly Father, Lord of all,
Creator of Mankind,
Appointing angels to the Church,
determined to be kind.
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405.
As Free As A Fox?

The fox, of course, was born with teeth that one day would be used!
Designed to hunt and cause some grief and so it's been accused!
Who owns the land on which it stalks the prey it needs to live?
Is it the man who's tamed the hawks and dogs that won't forgive?
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406.
Bob Hope Esquire

My good friend, Bob, deserves acclaim! He loved to make folks laugh!
Indeed, this was his claim to fame... and now his epitaph...
His mind was like a library - one-liners as a rule!
His heart was good as gold, you see! That's why he played the fool!
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407.
Boy With A Dolphin

Boy with a dolphin, two species at play!
Submerged for a moment then up to the spray!
Two mammals at leisure, no danger in sight
Just swimming together neath golden sunlight!
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408.
What Use Is Man?

What use is Man? I'd like to know.
It's true he's always on the go.
He's always moving to and fro...
He works by day, he works by night,
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409.
Within God's World Of Wonders!

Here, within God's world of wonders, are miracles galore!
Where the streaking lightning thunders, you tremble to the core!
His vast oceans stretch before you, His mountains thrill your soul,
Yet a baby can implore you, being weak without control.
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410.
The Nature Of Love

What, pray tell's the nature of love?
Its myriad forms of grace?
Could it be less than God above,
Compressed to just one face?
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