Denis Martindale Poems

How many tigers will exist
A hundred years from now?
How many tigers will persist
Surviving Man somehow?
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The lurking Lobo wolf stood there,
Impatiently again,
For hunger drove him to despair,
As it did now and then...
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My word, this dolphin's very fast!
He zips along at speed!
He's been that way from first to last,
Determined to succeed...
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I expelled TWO of the creepy-crawlers this morning.
They were huge! Three inches across from creepy limb to another.
I was literally up the wall with the dustpan and brush.
The first spider was in the bag, so to speak.
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I'd rather write than mow the lawn, or hoover up the stairs,
My love for these has truly gorn, as one who rarely cares...
I'd rather write than wash the plates, or paint the garage door,
For such as these none celebrates, because each proves a chore...
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The Bengal Tiger heaved a sigh
As through the snow he lurched,
For, without food, he soon would die,
So onward still he searched...
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Though I am poor upon this Earth, as many poets are,
The Lord above still knows my worth, as if I were a star...
For my light shines from East to West, from North to South as well,
For I take time to write my best! With such Good News to tell!
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If only, my dear, if only, yet I'm no millionaire
And without you I'm so lonely and fading with despair...
But if such riches to possess, what precious gifts I'd bear,
Perchance to grant you happiness... in answer to my prayer...
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Go it alone if you want to,
Go it alone day by day,
Go it alone without a clue,
Go it alone all the way...
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Such is my love, that it can't end,
Nor fade as day to night,
It's like a waterfall, my friend,
No failing there in sight...
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