Denis Martindale


Denis Martindale Poems

521. Arctic Glow 11/26/2013
522. Barbary Prince 11/26/2013
523. Nesting Song 1/28/2014
524. Woodland Hunter 1/30/2014
525. Just Landed! 1/30/2014
526. Shore Line Hunter 1/30/2014
527. Original Watercolours 2/24/2014
528. Jade 2/24/2014
529. Black Magic 2/24/2014
530. Lonely Mess 2/24/2014
531. Secret Lair 2/26/2014
532. About Poem Is Not Selected. 3/11/2014
533. Son Of God 3/11/2014
534. An Ode That Changed My Heart 3/12/2014
535. The Winsome Heart Of Love 3/12/2014
536. There's No Other Like A Mother 3/12/2014
537. Big Trouble! 3/13/2014
538. Keeping Eye On Things! 3/14/2014
539. Big Daddy! 3/14/2014
540. That Inner Urge For Writing! 3/15/2014
541. Keeping Safe 3/26/2014
542. The Ultimate Cat 3/25/2014
543. Superiority! 2/26/2014
544. Noah's Revelation! 3/28/2014
545. The Precious Young Poet 4/2/2014
546. The Dictator! 4/2/2014
547. The Father's Gift Of Forgiveness! 4/10/2014
548. The Privileged Children Of Revelation Tv 4/18/2014
549. Imperial Presence 4/29/2014
550. Charm 4/29/2014
551. Dark Elegance 4/29/2014
552. Saker Falcon 4/29/2014
553. Togetherness 4/29/2014
554. Leopard Cub 4/30/2014
555. Internet Celebrity Love 4/30/2014
556. Life's Little Lessons 4/30/2014
557. The Sleeping Poetess 4/30/2014
558. It Does The Heart Good! 5/1/2014
559. Enter The King! 11/25/2013
560. Breaking Cover 2/26/2014
Best Poem of Denis Martindale

* 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.
Excruciating pain.
His scourged back stung and bled and bled
As briars bruised His brain.
His mother wept each passing ...

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Temptation

Temptation comes in many forms,
They're mostly human, though...
At first, temptation gently warms,
Then boils to overflow!
As humans, we're weak as water!
What strength can we provide?
When we don't do what we oughta,
Billions of sighs are sighed!
Man's conscience warns and gives us pause...

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