Denis Martindale Poems

Sometimes my poems make me wonder!
Perhaps just an interesting tumbling of words,
like all my doubts being poured into a big bucket,
stirring them all with a big stick,
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I've made mistakes, of that I'm sure,
A faux pas now and then,
That's why I think of Murphy's Law
And blame that once again...
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And why should Yoda try to write,
Of all my kind yet known
And puzzle, yes, by day, by night,
All by myself, alone?
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The symmetry of poetry
Brings harmony indeed,
As if its rhymes were meant to be
In order to succeed...
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A tiger's not a cuddly cat
To twist his ears or tail,
A tiger's so much more than that,
How else could he prevail?
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One of the hardest things to bear
Is when you lose a friend.
Someone you loved who made you care,
And yet all good things end.
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Four ducks were in the Park one day,
Their colours quite unique,
Like patchwork quilts that flew my way,
When life was looking bleak...
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The tiger's own reflection rose
From gentle water crossed,
The tiger saw it way up close,
Yet something had been lost...
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Joyful as the day is long with smiles that males adore.
Enthusiasm ever strong as if to say, 'Encore! '
Nice and easy, wholesome, too, with brains as well as beauty.
No doubt I'd whisper, 'I love you! ' because you're quite the cutie!
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The tiger stood his ground one day,
Like posers often do,
To let the others have their say,
Express their point of view...
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