Denis Martindale Poems
|2321.||The Lion King||5/20/2009|
|2323.||Four Horsemen Of The Apocalypse||5/16/2011|
|2324.||Spider-Man: With Great Power Comes Great Responsibility!||10/23/2003|
|2325.||God Bless You On Your Birthday!||2/5/2004|
|2326.||The Little Mermaid||5/22/2012|
|2329.||The Ultimate Sacrifice||11/4/2009|
|2330.||The Amazing Spider-Man||7/5/2012|
|2331.||The Beauty Of My Daughter||4/23/2009|
|2332.||Focus On Friendship, Faith And Love||10/23/2003|
|2333.||The Measure Of Love Sung To From Russia With Love||10/23/2003|
|2335.||* The Prince Of Prints||1/31/2011|
|2336.||The Rich Man And The Poor Man||5/16/2011|
|2337.||Patience Is A Virtue||4/25/2009|
|2338.||Mary, Mother Of Jesus||10/22/2003|
|2339.||* I Am An Elephant!||11/2/2013|
|2340.||* The Prestige Of The Poppy||11/1/2010|
|2341.||Doctor Who And The Tardis||5/19/2013|
|2342.||Portrait Of A Prince||7/21/2009|
|2343.||* The Cross Of Christ||5/12/2009|
* The Cross Of Christ
The jeering crowd like jackals stood,
To see what must be done.
Though once they thought this man was good,
They didn't see God's Son.
They called Him Rabbi, Teacher, Lord,
Yet now He was Rome's slave.
So all His claims were now ignored,
For who was He to save?
The nails were driven deep inside...
More drops of blood soon fell...
Once lifted, hoisted, crucified,
His life was just like Hell.
Torment and torture lay ahead.
His scourged back stung and bled and bled
As briars bruised His brain.
His mother wept each passing ...
The Perfect Poem!
I wrote it last night while sleeping,
The dream unfolding all!
I penned the poem while weeping,
Repenting like Saint Paul!
Yes, so moved was I while writing
God sent an angel down...
I saw two armies while fighting
To gain some worldly crown!