Denis Martindale Poems

What! ? How dare you read my poem! ?
You've filled me with regret!
I had to edit and to trim!
It's not quite finished yet!
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Are poems meant for Paradise,
For Heaven or just Earth?
In truth, today, I realise
That only some have worth...
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From first thoughts formed within the mind,
The heart is brought to play,
To fashion themes from all one's dreams
With precious prose to say...
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A famous poet died one day
And then to Heaven rose,
Where angels' harps began to play
As each sound overflows...
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Snow leopards are quite rare today,
In fact, they're almost through,
Unless Man seeks to pave the way,
To do what he can do...
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Two barn owlets had nestled close,
Companions for a while,
With lovehearts faces there to pose,
Carefree, each with a smile...
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When Father Time appeared to me,
I saw him in a dream,
His face benign with sympathy,
Not callous or extreme...
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Though I dress up in pure white robes
With crucifix above
And preach to sinners with lost hopes,
I'm nothing without love...
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God is good! Thank God for coffee!
It helps revitalise,
For every day, it proves the key
That helps unlock these eyes...
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When I recall my youthful days,
The schools of years gone by,
I simply pause for prayers and praise,
Then wistfully I sigh...
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