Denis Martindale Poems

Even the Arctic wolf has plans
On waking from his sleep,
The search for food Man understands,
Those hunger pains run deep...
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How blessed are we, of all Mankind,
With sacred hymns of praise?
With revelation there to find...
To guide us through our days!
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When I was just a child at School, with books upon the shelf,
Each book could be a precious tool and not just for myself.
Yet, in the library, I could learn the writer's skills and more,
To edit words and thus discern what poems were made for.
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God's helping hand would lead the way, to guide her safely through,
From early years until today, God saying, 'I love you! '
Presenting her to one and all, with prophecies as well,
As if she were His miracle, with such a tale to tell.
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Sometimes no distant voice gets heard,
Sometimes no guidance shown,
Sometimes no comfort in God's Word,
Sometimes you feel alone...
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The felines of the forest search
Together or alone,
If all at once they feel the urge
To face the great unknown...
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One man began, to sit alone,
To muse on thoughts divine,
He didn't sit upon a throne,
His goblet filled with wine…
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Sometimes no distant voice gets heard,
Sometimes no guidance shown,
Sometimes no comfort in God's Word,
Sometimes you feel alone...
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Consider talents God imparts,
What treasures lie ahead,
Should artists blessed with brand new hearts
Just follow where they're led...
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How can I become a poet… and enthral my readers, too,
So my heart and mind would know it… with every point of view?
And soul and spirit joined my quest… and rallied to my cause,
Perchance to do my utmost best… avoiding all known flaws?
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