Denis Martindale Poems

He left a rose, then rose and left
To leave me all alone,
Downcast and feeling quite bereft,
My heart then turned to stone.
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The tiger's mouth was open wide
When he first saw the stream,
Because he knew what it supplied,
An answer to his dream...
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Lioness cub, you look so cool,
Despite the hot sunshine.
Lioness cub, you little jewel,
So calm as you recline...
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Behold the gracious Nemesis,
With white quill in her hand...
She wrote with this all things amiss,
So all would understand...
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Two lions lingered, both at rest,
As if they had all day...
All deadly thoughts had been suppressed,
For hunting and for prey...
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Think not that prayers aren't heard above,
God has a heart of gold...
And He has heard the King of Love,
The day Christ's Blood ran cold...
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Behold the precious Prince of Prints,
By wildlife he is stirred!
Yet who is he who uses tints?
Mr Stephen Gayford!
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As innocent as Vincent was, the world had its effect,
Yet he survived so long because his soul chose to reflect.
For Nature called him to the field where wheat was known to swirl
And Vincent saw great truths revealed in every twist and curl.
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She posed for me that precious day
When love was in the air,
Such that I even paused to pray
To make the Lord aware.
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Santa Claus had done his very merry best.
He was almost ready for Christmas.
The reindeer were eager to make a start.
The elves were packing toys furiously,
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