Denis Martindale Poems

I am the writer of each piece, the captain at the helm,
The one in charge who sets release the words from every realm...
So be it Heaven, be it Hell, or merely middle Earth,
I am the writer who must tell the length and breadth and worth...
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I saw the writer in my dream,
The pen and paper, too,
As if they acted as a team,
Some writing task to do...
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If only I, with all my heart,
Could bless her heart in turn,
So that she had a brand new start,
From poetry to learn,
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And what is death to me?
It is but an unexplored land beyond the mountain view,
unseen, yet its presence awaits the last days...
To me, death is but part of an eternal journey,
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The cheetah cub was way too cute,
Despite its face, so sad,
Yet with my camera, I could shoot
Something so it looked glad...
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The Indian tiger cub I saw
Looked noble and serene,
As if he stood without a flaw,
With stares meant to be seen...
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I looked intently at his eyes,
So blue and yet so pale,
As if I scanned the distant skies
Before a storm or gale...
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White tigers like to bathe a spell
And so, of course, did he,
And with my camera, I knew well,
Great photos I would see...
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The English teacher made us write
A poem for the class,
So I went home and wrote that night
And saw the hours pass...
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I've got one purpose in my mind, one aim I must pursue,
Such that some phrases I must find before I bid adieu...
And so I pause, reflect and start and reminisce a while,
So that a message I impart to leave folks with a smile...
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