Denis Martindale Poems
|1881.||Windows Of The Soul||9/15/2012|
|1882.||Remember The Revelation!||9/21/2012|
|1886.||The Master's Hand||9/23/2012|
|1887.||My Blue Teddy Bear||9/24/2012|
|1888.||God's Precious Paradise||9/29/2012|
|1889.||Full Of Faith!||9/30/2012|
|1890.||The Butterfly Believer||9/30/2012|
|1891.||The Poet Laureate||9/30/2012|
|1893.||A Tribute To Blake||10/2/2012|
|1894.||The Fairy Of Light||10/6/2012|
|1895.||The Poet And The Angel||10/7/2012|
|1898.||When I'M Ready!||10/9/2012|
|1900.||Phantom Of The North!||10/10/2012|
|1902.||The Journey Home||10/10/2012|
|1904.||Happy Birthday, Bid Tv!||10/4/2012|
|1908.||Bridget And The Bridge||10/13/2012|
|1909.||Knight In Shining Armour||10/13/2012|
|1910.||The Peculiar Poetry Competition||10/14/2012|
|1914.||Please, God! Choose Someone Else!||10/18/2012|
|1915.||When The Loneliness Starts||10/23/2012|
|1917.||Locked On Target||11/13/2012|
|1920.||A Regal Pose||11/14/2012|
Comments about 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.
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