Denis Martindale Poems

How earnest are the lives of those
God chose to locate there,
Such that, of course, one would suppose,
The cold was hard to bear...
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While I am but a mortal man who walks the Earth below,
To merely do the things I can as through this life I go,
The sky has both the sun and moon to watch me day and night,
Each like a wondrous round balloon that grants this world its light...
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I like it most when writing rhymes and sharing what I think,
I've rarely had much better times than using up that ink!
Then reading out to Mum and Dad each poem start to end,
I never knew how much I had, on that you can depend...
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Yes, I'd love to write a poem,
To find out where it goes
And then its verses tweek and trim
With edits that I chose...
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The Clouded Leopard had a face
That made me stop and stare,
Distinctive markings made me gaze,
In wonder, standing there...
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Chosen by God and Jesus Christ, Mark learnt to pray and preach
Of all Lord Jesus sacrificed, such truths Mark learnt to teach...

And those who listened to God's Word and to the prayers Mark prayed
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The privilege of holy prayer
Commends us to believe,
Rewarding us each time we share
With what we then receive.
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Two tiger paintings that I bought
Arrived one sunny day,
So by excitement I was caught,
Unpacking straight away...
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The artist sketches some lions,
Gets better time by time,
Shows their stern growls of defiance,
Their strength when in their prime...
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I don't pray to the saints we had, departed from this Earth,
Nor hope that they would make me glad, nor seek to prove my worth.

I don't pray to my friends who lived, as equal to the Lord,
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