Denis Martindale Poems

Poverty can create the stay at home lifestyle,
yet offers no life and no style.
The television offers the only voice that's sharing
at least something worthwhile.
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The woodland hunter sparrow hawk,
Was on the prowl again,
Sometimes to fly, sometimes to walk,
Not knowing where or when...
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The barn owl, brown and white ablaze,
Looked blurred across the sky,
In fact, I couldn't see its face
Till it flew closer by...
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Looking somewhat underhanded,
Like bandits planning things,
The black and white falcon landed,
Perchance to rest his wings...
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In daylight, like all leopards seen,
This leopard's lost control,
No longer confident and keen
As he was on the whole...
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Rainforests come, rainforests go,
If some still have their way,
Yet if replaced, then more would grow,
Forever and a day...
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The tiger cubs weren't all that keen
When Winter took its toll,
Recalling Summer months they'd seen
When going for a stroll...
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The panther walked with cubs close by,
With thirsty thoughts to soothe,
Till then, there'd be that question why
The cubs were on the move...
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The leopard roamed from place-to-place,
As if to find his spot,
An awkward look upon his face,
For found it he had not...
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The lonesome leopard rose from sleep
And yawned away his dreams,
Because life's vigil he must keep,
From peace to wild extremes...
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