Denis Martindale Poems

Was it just fate he posed right there,
That Polar Bear I saw?
Then at his own domain to stare,
Not hoping for much more?
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The lioness had cubs her own,
She watched them one by one,
She knew when these were fully grown,
They'd walk tall in the sun...
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Behold the fashion and the form,
The inkling there within,
A shining light beyond the norm,
A prize you're meant to win.
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The twilight lingers hourly,
To leave me somewhat sourly,
For lights put on can cost me dear,
Yet better light than dark to fear...
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When first I chose to sit and write,
Unbidden phrases came,
Yet all at once they brought delight,
Because that was their aim...
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The Christmas Season brings us cheer, it blossoms like the rose
And blessed are those that volunteer as God's love overflows...
For from His Throne, where angels serve, His glory circles high
With joy then spread upon the Earth in bountiful supply...
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Cross the nations and spread the Word,
The Gospel Truth be told,
To tell the tales of what occurred,
That's worth much more than gold...
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When writer's block creeps up on me
And words seem far away,
That's when I think of what must be,
That's when I pause to pray...
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The tiny wolf cubs paused and posed,
Like puppies often do,
As if they were something to boast
And yet they had no clue...
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Some see the leopard as a prize,
A trophy of their own,
A predator, I realise,
Yet men have hearts of stone...
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