Denis Martindale Poems

Beyond the tall grass cheetahs roam,
Beside the waterhole,
As if it were their second home,
Seclusion for the soul...
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The wolf had roamed the forest trail,
A nomad, nothing more,
At times, still starving, looking frail,
Wondering what life's for...
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Yes, I'm the 8-6-8-6 guy!
Yes, poetry's my thing!
As long as God still bids me try,
New poems I must bring...
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White tiger eyes are prone to stare
At creatures all about,
Then he saw me and froze right there,
Just gazing, full of doubt...
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It matters not if day or night,
Lone vigils must be kept,
The lone wolf stared at all in sight,
At things that crawled or crept...
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A thousand sonnets I could write,
Proclaiming joy, peace, love,
Yet when I meet death's darkest night,
I ask, 'Are these enough? '
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Two tiger cubs had ventured forth,
Exploring just for fun,
This time, went heading to the north,
Beneath the mighty sun...
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Outside our homes, the cameras wait,
They focus on us, folks
And every frame has day and date
And privacy revokes...
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Behold the day of salvation,
Behold the day of grace,
Behold God's sweet celebration,
Behold His smiling face...
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Think ink! Think ink! Think ink! Think ink!
It's so important, guys!
Before tonight in bed you sink,
Write something down, be wise!
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