Denis Martindale


Denis Martindale Poems

321. Best Poem Ever! 1/5/2014
322. I Wrote An Aweful Poem! 1/8/2014
323. The Poet As The Creator! 1/8/2014
324. Cosmic Creator 1/9/2014
325. The Unworthy Servant Returns! 1/9/2014
326. The One That Got Her Way 1/9/2014
327. Something Over Herd... 1/9/2014
328. I Must Save Money! 1/11/2014
329. Jesus Inspires! 1/11/2014
330. Steps To Success! 1/11/2014
331. The Girl With The Big Heart! 1/11/2014
332. Laid Back... 12/24/2013
333. Going Home! 12/24/2013
334. Wrinkles! 12/24/2013
335. Forest Shadow 12/24/2013
336. Arctic Spirits 12/24/2013
337. Trouble Brewing! 12/24/2013
338. The King! 12/31/2013
339. Proud Father! 1/2/2014
340. In The Shadows... 1/2/2014
341. The Jesus Poet! 1/13/2014
342. The First Two Lines! 1/13/2014
343. My Brand New Poem! 1/14/2014
344. Heart Gallery 1/14/2014
345. The Final Year? 1/15/2014
346. One Hundred Days! 1/15/2014
347. A Story For Everyone! 1/15/2014
348. Jesus Of Nazareth! 1/17/2014
349. For Whom Did Christ Die? 1/22/2014
350. From Plymouth To Paradise! 1/27/2014
351. Swallow Nest 1/27/2014
352. Forgiving Is For Giving 1/28/2014
353. Winter Kingfisher 1/28/2014
354. Nesting Song 1/28/2014
355. Woodland Hunter 1/30/2014
356. Just Landed! 1/30/2014
357. Shore Line Hunter 1/30/2014
358. Secret Lair 2/26/2014
359. About Poem Is Not Selected. 3/11/2014
360. Son Of God 3/11/2014
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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