Denis Martindale


Denis Martindale Poems

801. Common Scents! 10/19/2012
802. Eaten In Eden 10/19/2012
803. Trixie The Pixie! 10/19/2012
804. The Power Of The Word 10/21/2012
805. Lazyboy Syndrome! 10/23/2012
806. Son And Heir 11/15/2012
807. Fondness 11/15/2012
808. Staying Cool 11/15/2012
809. Please, God! Choose Someone Else! 10/18/2012
810. Cool Dreams 11/16/2012
811. Sweet Dreams 12/1/2012
812. Guardians Of The Den 12/2/2012
813. Ambusher 12/3/2012
814. Thirsty Travellers 12/3/2012
815. Homeward Bound 12/3/2012
816. White Wonder 12/22/2012
817. Lionhearted 12/22/2012
818. Polariced 12/22/2012
819. Mother Of Pearls 12/22/2012
820. Forest Waterhole 12/28/2012
821. Keep Up! 1/3/2013
822. I Hear The Song Of Your Sadness 1/11/2013
823. In The Shade 1/13/2013
824. The Stare 12/22/2012
825. White On White 12/22/2012
826. Taking It Easy 12/22/2012
827. I'M Tired... 1/13/2013
828. Secret Observers 1/13/2013
829. Cold Stare 1/13/2013
830. Safe Refuge 1/19/2013
831. Mr And Mrs 1/29/2013
832. Wash Time 1/29/2013
833. Fleeting Sun 1/30/2013
834. Regal White Tiger 1/30/2013
835. Thoughtful 2/16/2013
836. Elegant Reflections 2/16/2013
837. Almost Extinct 2/16/2013
838. Hot Lioness 3/5/2013
839. Layabout 3/5/2013
840. In The Heat Of The Day 3/5/2013

Comments about Denis Martindale

  • Petals Azureblue Petals Azureblue (7/30/2018 2:25:00 PM)

    Denis Martindale's poems have blessed me a lot. He writes on matters of the Spirit and the Most High God sometimes reassuringly and sometimes challenging. His presence on this site is a blessing for souls that seek the Light. Thank you Denis.

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  • Bernard F. Asuncion Bernard F. Asuncion (7/17/2018 3:26:00 AM)

    Denis Martindale is such a great poet with a marvelous pen.... I have written the poem LOVELY EARLINESS for him.....🤓🤓🤓🙏🙏🙏

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 ...

Read the full of * The Cross Of Christ

The Perfect Poem!

I wrote it last night while sleeping,
The dream unfolding all!
I penned the poem while weeping,
Repenting like Saint Paul!
Yes, so moved was I while writing
God sent an angel down...
I saw two armies while fighting
To gain some worldly crown!

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