Denis Martindale Poems
|802.||When The Loneliness Starts||10/23/2012|
|804.||Locked On Target||11/13/2012|
|807.||A Regal Pose||11/14/2012|
|812.||Guardians Of The Den||12/2/2012|
|816.||Son And Heir||11/15/2012|
|820.||White On White||12/22/2012|
|821.||Taking It Easy||12/22/2012|
|825.||Mother Of Pearls||12/22/2012|
|828.||I Hear The Song Of Your Sadness||1/11/2013|
|829.||In The Shade||1/13/2013|
|835.||Mr And Mrs||1/29/2013|
|838.||Regal White Tiger||1/30/2013|
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* 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.
His scourged back stung and bled and bled
As briars bruised His brain.
His mother wept each passing ...
I analysed the article, 'Try Learn Direct, it's fun! '
Yes, studying is magical and something to be done!
My heart was intent on knowledge, so I'd improve myself -
I proceeded to the College with alacrity and stealth!
What helpful folks awaited me! Team spirit all the way!
New challenges elated me - I chose I.T., O.K.?
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Interactive for you and me - so there's no need to fret!
Word Processing and Web Design - beginners and advanced!