Denis Martindale Poems
|1604.||Side By Side||11/22/2013|
|1605.||Their First Lesson||11/22/2013|
|1606.||What, Me, Jealous! ?||11/14/2013|
|1623.||In The Shadows...||1/2/2014|
|1631.||Marilyn, La Boheme||1/4/2014|
|1632.||Best Poem Ever!||1/5/2014|
|1633.||I Wrote An Aweful Poem!||1/8/2014|
|1634.||The Poet As The Creator!||1/8/2014|
|1636.||The Unworthy Servant Returns!||1/9/2014|
|1637.||The One That Got Her Way||1/9/2014|
|1638.||Something Over Herd...||1/9/2014|
|1639.||I Must Save Money!||1/11/2014|
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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 ...
Catching The Sun, Too
The first meerkat stood in the sun,
Another joined him there,
No other work that must be done,
No other chore to share...
And so began the brand new day,
Just watching clouds roll by,
Sometimes they'd simply melt away,
No longer in the sky...