Denis Martindale Poems

Some days I feel,
I feel somethin’s missin’.
Der’s a hole in ma life,
Somethin’ left undun...
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Though not as proud as peacocks are,
Each gold finch seems content,
Not like some human superstar,
Some ego to present...
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What beauty radiates from her,
That cheetah, eyes aglow,
With dainty, dappled spots on fur,
Like footprints, toe-by-toe...
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Three cheetah cubs were left behind
With parents somewhere else,
So every noise that they would find
Would send off warning bells!
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The tiger had a long, long day
And sleepytime was back,
With lonesome dreams that might relay
His hopes when things looked black...
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As statuesque as all before,
She posed that time for me,
With beauty captured there for sure,
Mixed with serenity...
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A dream begins like any dream,
From darkness into light,
Commencing like a newborn stream,
Regardless, day or night...
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The poem's in a rush today!
So fast it tells me things
And yet I know, along the way,
The errors that speed brings...
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I reflect upon my visitation, the time of revelation,
When sleeping one night, the dream began for me,
For there I was and made aware physically of my dream,
Standing, upon the slope of a hill, one leg higher than the other,
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The lion left his sweet repose
As evening brought the moon,
His late patrol was now quite close
And he must start it soon...
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