Denis Martindale Poems

My fountain pen began to moan,
The thirsty little thing,
My fountain pen began to groan,
For me, some ink to bring...
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Go now, My Son, to doomstruck Earth
On which the lost all die...
Die well for them and prove Your worth,
Yes, go and testify...
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Oh, come, now, tell me, who are you
To be so beautiful
With blonde hair and those eyes so blue
And so adorable,
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This loneliness that lingers
Persists because of you,
Denied caressing fingers
Or sweet lips oh so true,
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Inspire me, o Lord of Lords,
Else I must dwell alone
Without the grace of God's rewards
That now surround Your throne!
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Towards this program I would roam
With inspirations new,
For Wordpad is my second home
For all good things I do...
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Have you read my naughty poem?
Of course not here it is!
Ive written it as if a whim
Excited full of bliss...
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Be redeemed by the Redeemer,
Be set free by God's Lamb,
Be set free from the Schemer
And every stench-filled scam...
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The battle for 1 billion souls
Began with prophecy,
For God, in truth, has higher goals
For all humanity...
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When God created all there was
And all there was to be,
He tapped His fingers, very cross,
For where was poetry?
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