Denis Martindale Poems
|1286.||Melissa The Model||11/29/2009|
|1288.||The Solution Is Love||12/19/2009|
|1289.||When God Breaks His Silence||12/25/2009|
|1294.||Mean And Moody||11/16/2009|
|1295.||Anything Good On The Telly?||11/17/2009|
|1298.||The Hole In The Wall Gang||2/28/2010|
|1300.||The Stairway To Heaven||3/16/2010|
|1301.||My Heart Is Ready||3/20/2010|
|1303.||Patience Is A Virtue (Forward Press)||4/13/2010|
|1305.||Eye To Eye||4/18/2010|
|1306.||Back To Back||4/18/2010|
|1314.||Safety In Numbers||5/16/2010|
|1317.||In His Prime||6/20/2010|
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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 ...
Consider artists all alone,
Devoted to each task,
When sometimes standing on their own,
Nobody else to ask,
Unless by prayer they seek advice,
Their instincts have to do,
Perhaps self-taught, now thought as wise,
Or simply painting through...