Denis Martindale Poems

The wolf was not too keen to mix,
A drifter, nothing more...
And his own company he picks,
As if he knows the score...
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The tigers nestled in the snow,
Oblivious to cold,
Content within the twilight glow,
So wondrous to behold...
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The zebra foal's Mother was wise,
She kept the foal at bay,
So that no other zebra tries
To coax her foal away...
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There's a poem stored in Heaven
Lord Jesus wrote one day,
For each child of God forgiven,
Lost lambs who went astray...
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Yes, I press on to win the prize!
I've got no other aims...
With no distractions for my eyes,
For I'm not playing games...
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When Gotham needs its hero back,
He's waiting in the wings,
The Dark Knight rises dressed in black
To bring all that he brings...
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Two wolves were waiting side-by-side,
At peace, they looked serene,
Yet both their eyes were open wide
With hunting skills so keen...
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Those without a moral compass
Have lived to know the shame.
Those without the Saviour Jesus
Treat life as if a game...
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Three little meerkats looked ahead
At different angles then
There was no sudden awful threat
That was beyond their ken...
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It is a matter of life and death.
We sense our mortality in the destiny of another.
This isn't easy for us to confront.
We seek ignorance of such final thoughts.
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