Denis Martindale Poems

When the Devil came to taunt me,
I found it hard to smile,
When life's heartaches came to haunt me,
I stepped back for a while...
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When my time comes and I depart,
God bless who's next in line,
With poetry inside his heart
Each knows to be divine...
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Reading is the first step,
since the mind then gets the jist
of what is being shared,
perhaps with pictures played out,
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The TV painter spoke with glee
Explaining what was done,
The mountain and the scenery
Were now his share of fun!
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The poem banged upon my door!
'Come on, it's life or death! '
I wondered would must lay in store,
No time to catch my breath!
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Wondrous words are soft caresses
That nestle in the soul,
With each touch, each one then blesses,
Towards the poem's whole...
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What on Earth is freedom?
We each have expectations of each other,
Perhaps in hoping for fair play, one to the other.
On another level, consider emotional baggage.
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I asked the Lord what I should write,
Then Heavenward I rose
And suddenly I felt delight,
Like when joy overflows...
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Four chambers dwell within the heart,
To me, a cross they form,
As one, they nourish every part,
Thanks to my blood kept warm...
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Imagine what it's like to feel
Like God just doesn't care,
But then to find that Heaven's real
With love beyond compare!
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