Denis Martindale


Denis Martindale Poems

1641. More Poems Still To Do 3/6/2012
1642. The Great Genius 3/6/2012
1643. God's Precious Perfect Plan 3/7/2012
1644. Something Wonderful And Beautiful 3/8/2012
1645. Banana Nirvana 3/9/2012
1646. God's Precshush Sound Of Love 3/9/2012
1647. In Life, In Death 3/9/2012
1648. The Revelation Of The Rapture 3/10/2012
1649. I'D Rather Write 3/11/2012
1650. A Poem For Denis 3/12/2012
1651. Pussycat Perfect 3/13/2012
1652. Poetry Computer 3/13/2012
1653. He Is Alive! 1/21/2012
1654. Lobo 1/22/2012
1655. Sundowner 1/22/2012
1656. Mad For Poetry 1/23/2012
1657. You Cannot Hate Hate Until You Love Love 2/28/2012
1658. Near Death Experience 2/28/2012
1659. The Angel Told Me 2/28/2012
1660. The Missing Poem 2/29/2012
1661. The Tale Of Two Poets 3/14/2012
1662. Learning Life's Lessons 3/15/2012
1663. Silver Tears Yet Golden Years 3/15/2012
1664. More Precious Than Rubies 3/18/2012
1665. Where's Mo? 2/25/2012
1666. Rose Bouquet 4/8/2012
1667. The Rapturous Power Of Love 4/9/2012
1668. Crystal Charisma 4/9/2012
1669. The Sinner's Prayer 4/10/2012
1670. Cherish The Child 4/21/2012
1671. Purposeful 4/22/2012
1672. Watching From Cover 4/22/2012
1673. Eyes Of Warning 4/22/2012
1674. Lord And Lady 4/22/2012
1675. Sunset Stalker 4/22/2012
1676. T.E.A.M. 5/8/2012
1677. In The Footsteps Of Giants 5/9/2012
1678. Golden Glow 5/10/2012
1679. Sunlit 5/10/2012
1680. The Last Generation 4/29/2012
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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