Denis Martindale Poems

The lion king's the alpha male,
The one who rules his pride
And he's the one who mustn't fail,
The one who must preside...
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Her life as carefree as her hair,
Two golden waterfalls,
She faces life as with a stare,
As if her eyes were walls...
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The angel of the Lord appeared
With scroll and quill at hand
And then to me he gently neared
To say what God had planned...
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I wrote an aweful poem yet
The wind blew it away!
A paperweight I've to get,
TODAY! TODAY! TODAY!
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Behold, from out of depths within,
Where rhythms once were born,
Emotions flowing uppermost,
As from one's soul were torn...
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Praise the Lord for creating light and the formation of the heavens!
For He, from the vast expanses selected this special space, for Earth:
The Mother Planet... for upon this world was fashioned greatness,
With a myriad of majestic miracles, born in a divine sequence,
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When the crowd saw him coming near,
They jeered at him, called him good-for-nothing,
Yet he continued in his approach towards them,
Then through them and then past them...
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One fine day, he will come along and do all the right stuff,
Write her a poem or a song and thus declare his love...
And she will smile, arms open wide and press her lips to his
And he will cling to her with pride, devoted to that kiss...
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When God's hand was on my shoulder,
I knew it was the Lord,
Who had told me to be bolder,
To be more self-assured...
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When life was almost at an end,
The old man looked ahead,
Without a sweetheart, wife, child, friend,
A lonesome life he led...
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