Denis Martindale Poems

This was the day he was going to write
The best poem of his lifetime,
With incredible content and sentiment,
With such panache and style,
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As the Gospel Crusade was advertised far and wide,
A great number was expected to hear this fiery preacher,
The tent was erected and the lights were installed,
Then the seats were set up row upon row...
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The farmer was busy ploughing,
With three fields left to do,
When a figure overpowering
Came suddenly in view...
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They are the windows of the soul,
With roller blinds above,
Eyes opened up, grant new insights,
Still tantalised by love,
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There are times when my soul feels weak
As if a heartache permeates it,
Engulfs it and takes it over
And darkness that was not there,
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I have a fantastic photo
Of one once loved,
Cherished, revered, highly esteemed,
Thought of as wondrous,
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The tears of the poor are
The drinks of the rich,
Yet the shedding of blood
Is the rich man's headache...
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Some say that fairies don't exist!
Yet children know they do!
That's why their legends still persist,
Perhaps you've heard them, too!
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The poet woke up in his bed, he dressed and faced the day,
Not knowing what lay just ahead, he paused as if to pray.
Then suddenly, the angel came, right there within his room,
So how could things then stay the same? For that none could assume.
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When Polar Bears walk on the ice,
Their tootsies somewhat cold,
It isn't much like Paradise,
If I may be so bold...
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