Denis Martindale Poems

From lion cub to lion king,
He lay there so serene,
As if in charge of everything
And who could intervene?
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When Summer sunshine heats my home,
Too hot for me to stay,
Towards the lake I often roam
And there swans make my day...
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At first, of course, I had to stare,
Snow leopards blend so well,
Yet when I saw him nestled there,
I heard that warning bell...
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Behold the awesome majesty,
The eloquence of friends,
Compressed as perfect poetry,
That each heart comprehends...
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The artist bought his canvas frame,
So brilliant, pristine, white,
Another chance to increase fame,
To share some new insight...
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All things began from nothing?
And then the nothing grew?
And then turned into something,
Quite quick, just spanking new?
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I had a dream the other night
That chilled my very soul,
A demon laughed and caused a fright
And tried to take control...
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The poet jingle-jangled words,
Like rockets from his brain,
His effervescent thoughts escaped
And crashdived on the page...
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'What's this! ? ' the cheetah asked himself,
As on the rock he stayed,
But then he crouched upon its shelf,
Intentions thus displayed...
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The temple tigers calmed the pace,
They stopped us in our tracks,
It was as if they owned the place,
Deciding to relax...
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