Poetryman! Poem by Denis Martindale

I like it most when writing rhymes and sharing what I think,
I've rarely had much better times than using up that ink!
Then reading out to Mum and Dad each poem start to end,
I never knew how much I had, on that you can depend...
But nowadays, I read to me, just me, now I'm alone,
Reflecting on my poetry, before I make it known...
But once it's done, it's on the Net, alongside all the rest,
2,000 strong and more to get, no wonder I feel blessed...
And that's the feeling I must share, a feeling that feels fine
And like none other to compare, as if by God's design...
For He made me and set me so, in England, strong and free,
With all its culture there to know, so that it could guide me...
While Shakespeare often leaves me cold, I'll give the Bard his due,
For he was fearless, he was bold, as fresh as morning dew...
I'm not as liked, or famous still, but I'll do what I can!
As long as God grants me free will, just call me, POETRYMAN!


Denis Martindale August 2016.