Denis Martindale

Denis Martindale Poems

1241. The British Spirit! 3/6/2016
1242. Jesus Christ, The King Of Love! 3/6/2016
1243. Some Tips For Writing Poetry? 3/6/2016
1244. The Road Blessed Travelled... 3/6/2016
1245. How Dare I Write Of My True Love? 3/6/2016
1246. How Does One Become A Better Poet? 3/8/2016
1247. Lord, Prepare My Thoughts For Writing! 3/8/2016
1248. Again And Again And Again... 3/11/2016
1249. Even Philosophers Have Feelings... 3/11/2016
1250. How Do Writers Do It? 3/11/2016
1251. Does Poetry Do Justice To Love? 3/12/2016
1252. Write Something! Please! 3/13/2016
1253. Thank You Fairy Much! 3/14/2016
1254. When I Fall In Love! 3/15/2016
1255. The Reply! 3/16/2016
1256. How To Start Writing! 3/17/2016
1257. The Young Messiah 3/22/2016
1258. Bobcat 3/23/2016
1259. Indian Tigress 3/23/2016
1260. Lion Profile 3/23/2016
1261. Tiger In The Grass! 3/23/2016
1262. Panda Snack! 3/23/2016
1263. Owl On A Branch 3/23/2016
1264. The Ever So Gentle Enchantment 3/23/2016
1265. The Unworthy... 3/25/2016
1266. The Unworthy! 3/25/2016
1267. God's Righteous Resurrection! 3/27/2016
1268. The British Spirit Voice Demo 3/29/2016
1269. I'm Glad I Hope And Pray! 3/29/2016
1270. I'm Glad I Hope And Pray... 3/29/2016
1271. What Are The Benefits Of Writing Poetry? 3/29/2016
1272. R-Mornings Poem 3/31/2016
1273. God's Rejected Redeemer! 3/31/2016
1274. I Am The Writer! 4/3/2016
1275. The Writer Within! 4/3/2016
1276. Ode To Jemma 4/4/2016
1277. And What Is Death To Me? 4/4/2016
1278. Cheetah Cub 4/4/2016
1279. Indian Tiger Cub 4/4/2016
1280. White Tiger! 4/4/2016
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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Crashing Waves!

I'm glad to be a dolphin, I can wave my fin at you!
I can smile my gracious grin and then blow a kiss or two!
I swim as fast as boats can! That's amazing, don't you think! ?
And yet, don't close your eyes, man, or I'll vanish in a blink!
My home's here, where I'm feeding... My family's around me...
I'd say that I'm succeeding, as long as they surround me!
It's great to go exploring and to be a pioneer!
You see, there's no ignoring all the beauty that's down here!
It doesn't matter

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