Denis Martindale Poems

The lion is a busy beast
Until he feels fatigue...
When doziness has then increased
With sleepytime to seek...
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Your beauty lives within my heart
As if a warming flame,
As if a poet to impart
The sigh that is your name...
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I fell in love the other day
And what a day it was!
Across the room I saw her pray
Beneath a golden cross...
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Fresh-made prints of the Jungle Prince,
A tiger, to be sure!
The sight of these could well convince
With every new-laid paw...
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The universal splattered stars dance mid the endless void
With planets such as Earth and Mars plus passing asteroid
And so on Earth as sunshine streams, life stretches forth and grows,
At night a few encounter dreams in which some may suppose.
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When he was young, he learnt to fight, yet not to prove his power.
He was a hero not through might, but that he would not cower.
He chose his battles not for fame, but for good reasons why,
For what good was a foolish aim if he should lose and die?
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Across this world, where lost souls live,
In sin from shore to shore,
So many souls God could forgive,
If only I'd done more...
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I should be doing so much more, the Christian saint confessed!
This truth had struck him to the core, he thought he'd done his best!
But truth be told, he watched TV... He tuned in day and night!
Three hundred channels there to see, some still in black and white.
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The ultimate symbol of love
Must be the Cross of Christ,
Upon which He was held above
And for sin sacrificed...
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So thrilled to bits, was he that day,
He raced towards the mud!
The elephant hell-bent to play
And also cool his blood!
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