Denis Martindale Poems

Two men discussed the good they'd done, seeking recognition,
Yet neither thought they'd lost or won, by their own admission.
Despite their hearts so full of love, despite their hearts of gold,
They hadn't really done enough, that's if the truth were told.
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Think of the blessings this man missed, the kisses that girls share,
Good tidings he chose to resist, insisting on despair.
The melancholy midnights known with lack of sleep as well,
To overthink while all alone, as if within a spell.
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God gave the gift of poetry to angels who had wings
And those who choose its harmony above all other things,
Such that Mankind would learn his role, from common folks to kings,
To soothe the mind, the heart, the soul, with all that wisdom brings.
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God's promise came to those below if they would raise their eyes,
No cause to doubt, but just to know, enough to realise.
The Lord had plans for centuries no mortal understood,
Now each perceives such prophecies as kind and meant for good.
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The greatest poems ever penned, or ever typed out fast,
Can each be thought of as a friend such that you're not downcast,
But oft recited, brought to mind, for secrets yet to see,
By different members of Mankind throughout all history.
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Describe your personality!
(Just me, myself and I?)
Yes, tell us now so we can see…
(Erm, could you tell me why?)
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Do we really need a slogan to tell us what is right?
Just as if this world is broken, regardless black or white?
Such that the use of words will change the future yet to be,
Condemning hatred dark and strange Man suddenly sets free?
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The writing rainbow rests above
And spans from left to right,
With seven colours, joined by love,
To bring Mankind delight.
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Who am I and what has become of me?
Once I was a free man and walked this land.
I lived the life of my own choosing.
No master instructed me in the art of life and death.
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Even while I can smile a lot,
Very cute and all,
Expressing poems on-the-spot,
Responding to your call,
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