Denis Martindale


Denis Martindale Poems

1161. Messiah: The First Judgement 5/8/2009
1162. The Furst Poem 5/16/2009
1163. High And Mighty 5/17/2009
1164. Splash! 5/19/2009
1165. Winter Sunbather 5/19/2009
1166. Silence Is Golden 5/20/2009
1167. Making Waves 5/20/2009
1168. Perfection! Absolute Perfection! 5/21/2009
1169. Why Poetry Matters 5/21/2009
1170. Something Stirred 5/21/2009
1171. The Children Of The Lord 5/24/2009
1172. Beauty Beyond Belief! 5/26/2009
1173. The Prowler 5/26/2009
1174. Never Give Up! 5/28/2009
1175. There Must Be Another Way! 5/28/2009
1176. If Not For Love 5/28/2009
1177. The Day I Died 5/18/2009
1178. Indian Sanctuary 5/30/2009
1179. A Water Melon's Truth 2 5/30/2009
1180. Somehow, Some Day, Some Time 5/30/2009
1181. Hanging Around 6/4/2009
1182. The Vision Was Quite Clear 6/11/2009
1183. Cool Refuge 6/12/2009
1184. Stealth 6/15/2009
1185. Alpha Pair 6/15/2009
1186. Safe Crossing 6/15/2009
1187. White Menace 6/17/2009
1188. Awesome 6/18/2009
1189. Devoted Mother 6/19/2009
1190. Elusive 6/19/2009
1191. Tiger Pursuit 6/20/2009
1192. The Gifts That Say I Love You (Price-Drop.Tv) 6/21/2009
1193. Lookout Post 6/25/2009
1194. Morning Glory 6/13/2009
1195. Psalm Of Salvation 6/14/2009
1196. For Michael Jackson Fans 6/28/2009
1197. Penguin Paradise 7/4/2009
1198. Penguin Paradice 7/4/2009
1199. The Penguin 7/4/2009
1200. The Survivor 7/8/2009
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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