Denis Martindale Poems
|1843.||In The Shadows...||1/2/2014|
|1844.||The Jesus Poet!||1/13/2014|
|1845.||The First Two Lines!||1/13/2014|
|1846.||My Brand New Poem!||1/14/2014|
|1848.||The Final Year?||1/15/2014|
|1849.||One Hundred Days!||1/15/2014|
|1850.||A Story For Everyone!||1/15/2014|
|1851.||Jesus Of Nazareth!||1/17/2014|
|1852.||For Whom Did Christ Die?||1/22/2014|
|1853.||From Plymouth To Paradise!||1/27/2014|
|1855.||Forgiving Is For Giving||1/28/2014|
|1862.||Shore Line Hunter||1/30/2014|
|1868.||About Poem Is Not Selected.||3/11/2014|
|1869.||Son Of God||3/11/2014|
|1870.||An Ode That Changed My Heart||3/12/2014|
|1871.||The Winsome Heart Of Love||3/12/2014|
|1872.||There's No Other Like A Mother||3/12/2014|
|1874.||Keeping Eye On Things!||3/14/2014|
|1876.||That Inner Urge For Writing!||3/15/2014|
|1878.||The Ultimate Cat||3/25/2014|
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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 ...
I'm glad to be a dolphin, I can wave my fin at you!
I can smile my gracious grin and then blow a kiss or two!
I swim as fast as boats can! That's amazing, don't you think! ?
And yet, don't close your eyes, man, or I'll vanish in a blink!
My home's here, where I'm feeding... My family's around me...
I'd say that I'm succeeding, as long as they surround me!
It's great to go exploring and to be a pioneer!
You see, there's no ignoring all the beauty that's down here!
It doesn't matter