Denis Martindale

Denis Martindale Poems

2361. Just Good Friends! 6/7/2013
2362. Writes And Wrongs! 5/1/2014
2363. Gone But Not Forgotten 12/16/2003
2364. Good Morning, Dad! 5/6/2014
2365. Christ: The Light Of The World 3/13/2012
2366. Cool Cat! 11/25/2014
2367. Lunch Break 7/16/2013
2368. The Flash! 10/15/2014
2369. The Lion King 5/20/2009
2370. Thank You! 10/22/2003
2371. Four Horsemen Of The Apocalypse 5/16/2011
2372. Spider-Man: With Great Power Comes Great Responsibility! 10/23/2003
2373. God Bless You On Your Birthday! 2/5/2004
2374. African Sunset 8/30/2010
2375. Arctic Fox 8/23/2013
2376. When Dolphins Dance 10/29/2011
2377. The Amazing Spider-Man 7/5/2012
2378. The Rich Man And The Poor Man 5/16/2011
2379. Let Go, Let God 7/11/2011
2380. Portrait Of A Prince 7/21/2009
2381. The Beauty Of My Daughter 4/23/2009
2382. The Little Mermaid 5/22/2012
2383. Focus On Friendship, Faith And Love 10/23/2003
2384. The Measure Of Love Sung To From Russia With Love 10/23/2003
2385. Doctor Who And The Tardis 5/19/2013
2386. * The Prince Of Prints 1/31/2011
2387. Mary, Mother Of Jesus 10/22/2003
2388. Snow Leopard 11/9/2009
2389. * I Am An Elephant! 11/2/2013
2390. * The Prestige Of The Poppy 11/1/2010
2391. Patience Is A Virtue 4/25/2009
2392. Giant Panda! 9/14/2014
2393. * The Cross Of Christ 5/12/2009
Best Poem of Denis Martindale

* The Cross Of Christ

The jeering crowd like jackals stood,
To see what must be done.
Though once they thought this man was good,
They didn't see God's Son.
They called Him Rabbi, Teacher, Lord,
Yet now He was Rome's slave.
So all His claims were now ignored,
For who was He to save?
The nails were driven deep inside...
More drops of blood soon fell...
Once lifted, hoisted, crucified,
His life was just like Hell.
Torment and torture lay ahead.
Excruciating pain.
His scourged back stung and bled and bled
As briars bruised His brain.
His mother wept each passing ...

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The Perfect Poem!

I wrote it last night while sleeping,
The dream unfolding all!
I penned the poem while weeping,
Repenting like Saint Paul!
Yes, so moved was I while writing
God sent an angel down...
I saw two armies while fighting
To gain some worldly crown!

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