Denis Martindale


Denis Martindale Poems

641. The Angel Told Me 2/28/2012
642. The Missing Poem 2/29/2012
643. The Tale Of Two Poets 3/14/2012
644. Learning Life's Lessons 3/15/2012
645. Silver Tears Yet Golden Years 3/15/2012
646. More Precious Than Rubies 3/18/2012
647. Mother's Favourite 1/21/2012
648. Doting Parent 1/21/2012
649. Where's Mo? 2/25/2012
650. Rose Bouquet 4/8/2012
651. The Rapturous Power Of Love 4/9/2012
652. Crystal Charisma 4/9/2012
653. The Sinner's Prayer 4/10/2012
654. Cherish The Child 4/21/2012
655. Purposeful 4/22/2012
656. Watching From Cover 4/22/2012
657. Eyes Of Warning 4/22/2012
658. Lord And Lady 4/22/2012
659. Sunset Stalker 4/22/2012
660. The Last Generation 4/29/2012
661. The Plundered Planet Earth 4/29/2012
662. T.E.A.M. 5/8/2012
663. In The Footsteps Of Giants 5/9/2012
664. Golden Glow 5/10/2012
665. Sunlit 5/10/2012
666. Nottingham By Night 6/6/2012
667. The Source Of All Grief 6/9/2012
668. I Survived... Beyond And Back 6/10/2012
669. Happy Birthday, June 2012 6/10/2012
670. Boast About Your Bargains! 6/18/2012
671. The Rose Fairy 6/18/2012
672. Winter Finery 6/19/2012
673. Day's End 6/19/2012
674. The Rapture Of The Righteous 6/22/2012
675. Golden Silhouette 6/27/2012
676. The Jesus Journey! 6/28/2012
677. Sentry Duty 6/11/2012
678. Tentative 6/13/2012
679. Wild At Heart 6/14/2012
680. Jesus The Postman 6/29/2012
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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