Denis Martindale Poems

The tiger and two cubs laid low,
The water soothed their skins,
No other place seemed wise to go,
For then nobody wins...
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The chimpanzee was quite a sight,
When I first saw him there,
You see, he looked quite young despite
The wrinkles everywhere...
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I met a poet full of grace,
A poet full of love,
Despite the wrinkles on his face
And leathered skin so tough...
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Oh, how blessed are they that hear it,
Serena's serenade,
For whoever stands there near it,
Such beauty shall not fade...
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In steadfast faith each finds reward, from grace to grace we stand,
Providing service to the Lord that surely He has planned...
The Church Without Walls knows this well, the Gospel we proclaim,
To offer Heaven, warn of Hell, to share truth in Christ's Name...
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She is, to me, like sunshine spread
Throughout a winsome day,
I think of her like new-made bread,
Or roses as they sway,
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AUTUMN AND BEYOND!


Let Autumn come, for duty calls!
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How do I sit upon a chair?
Gosh, how do I write stuff?
Perhaps to hold a pen right there?
That's good, but not enough!
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How do I sit down on a chair?
Gosh, how do I write stuff?
Perhaps to hold a pen right there?
That's good, but not enough!
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Ascending... into the twilight,
My head's still in a haze,
Yet downward glancing at the sight,
The city now to gaze...
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