Denis Martindale Poems

The thrilling thing about pizza,
Is that it NEVER eats ya...
Entirely the opposite,
Just eat a little, bit by bit...
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By staying single, then, of course, no girl could marry me...
So I avoid a sad divorce, by staying fancy-free...
No lawyer's fees, no broken heart... I keep my property...
But only if I do my part, rejecting what could be...
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Two candles fixed and side-by-side, then both were lit, the dark to hide,
But one went out, its glow to lose, no answer how, there were no clues...
The other candle carried on, until it shrank and then was gone...
The next night came, one candle left, its friend had died, it felt bereft...
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I once saw a film called Tombstone,
A Western, to be sure...
I sat and watched it all alone,
That's what I pay Sky for...
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There is that magic moment when
This poet reaches for his pen
And suddenly will write again...
A wondrous theme beyond his ken...
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One night, I had a strange new dream, as I, in darkness, stood,
When all seemed calm and not extreme, as if all things were good...
With one leg higher, on a slope, I gazed at all around
And balanced there, so that I'd cope upon that solid ground...
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When inspiration comes to me, unbidden like a breeze,
I pause and let its poetry use me for its release...
And let an hour come and go, no matter if my last...
Because I yearn to let words flow, no matter if downcast...
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I met her beside the cooler,
She sussed me straight away...
I sensed I couldn't fool her...
And left without delay...
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While I enjoy espresso,
I really must confesso...
I sometimes make a messo,
When I go expresso...
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Gone, but not forgotten...
Still cherished in your heart...
Still thought of now and then,
Perhaps with a tear as well as a smile...
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