Denis Martindale


Denis Martindale Poems

1521. Learners In Love 9/29/2013
1522. Mr & Mrs 9/29/2013
1523. Royal Pair 9/28/2013
1524. Enchanting 4/13/2013
1525. The Mournful Spirit 10/6/2013
1526. Unbounded Power! 10/6/2013
1527. The Poetry Computer! 10/6/2013
1528. Riverside Siesta! 10/5/2013
1529. Peaceable Kingdom 10/4/2013
1530. Poetry Resources 10/8/2013
1531. Feline Grace 9/27/2013
1532. Of Such Is The Quality Of Love 10/9/2013
1533. Youtube Legend 10/9/2013
1534. Imagine Dream Write 10/20/2013
1535. When I Gaze Upon Your Face 10/23/2013
1536. What Could Be Greater? 10/23/2013
1537. A Christian Poetess 10/23/2013
1538. The Hungry Heart 10/23/2013
1539. Second Chance Rose 10/23/2013
1540. The Day I Met A Poet! 10/23/2013
1541. As Steadfast As A Lighthouse! 10/23/2013
1542. Special Pair 10/14/2013
1543. Bravado! 10/25/2013
1544. Badger 10/25/2013
1545. Fallow Pair 10/25/2013
1546. Leaving The Nest! 10/25/2013
1547. Winter Fox 10/25/2013
1548. Snuggle Up! 10/13/2013
1549. Evening Patrol 10/25/2013
1550. The Wholesome Winsome Essence Of Love 10/20/2013
1551. The Licked Her Scale 10/20/2013
1552. The Beauty Of Literature 10/21/2013
1553. The Clocks Go Back! 10/26/2013
1554. The Loneliness Of The Long Distance Rhymer 10/27/2013
1555. It's Best To Stay A Pilgrim 10/27/2013
1556. Write Something! 10/27/2013
1557. Those Can'T-Forget-You-Kisses! 10/29/2013
1558. The Christian Poet 10/29/2013
1559. The Halloween Vampire! 10/30/2013
1560. The Halloween Zombie! 10/30/2013
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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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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