Denis Martindale


Denis Martindale Poems

321. Forest Splendour 11/28/2010
322. Snuggle 11/29/2010
323. White Heritage 11/29/2010
324. Deep In Shadow 11/29/2010
325. Winter Repose 12/2/2010
326. Thirsty 12/4/2010
327. The King Of Love 12/7/2010
328. The Drifter's Dream 10/25/2010
329. My Life 10/25/2010
330. Decide Who's On Your Side 10/25/2010
331. The Final Red, Red Rose 10/26/2010
332. Drying Off 10/29/2010
333. The Precious Purpose Of Prayer 12/11/2010
334. The Prince Of Prints 12/18/2010
335. Vincent Van Gogh 12/19/2010
336. Rebecca 12/21/2010
337. Merry Christmas Santa Happy New Year 12/24/2010
338. I Feel Your Pain... 12/26/2010
339. The Secret Guardian In The Secret Garden 12/26/2010
340. The Strength To Say Goodbye 12/26/2010
341. God Bless! 24-7 12/29/2010
342. I Love You Now 12/29/2010
343. Utterly In Love With Love 12/29/2010
344. The Question Of Life 1/3/2011
345. Little Jewel 11/7/2010
346. Nemesis 11/9/2010
347. Young Guns 11/17/2010
348. Do You Love Yourself, My Friend? 1/7/2011
349. Be All That You Can Be 1/9/2011
350. Beauty At Its Best 1/9/2011
351. Cute 1/12/2011
352. Jennifersjpgs.Shows.It 1/12/2011
353. Get Your Hair Cut! 1/12/2011
354. Vicky 1/21/2011
355. Emma 1/22/2011
356. Wolf Trail 1/23/2011
357. River Patrol 1/23/2011
358. Katie 1/23/2011
359. The Jolly Tolly I Used To Be 11/6/2010
360. African Radiance 11/7/2010

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* 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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Mary, Mother Of Jesus

In Roman times, when swords were raised,
And peace on Earth was rare,
There lived a girl now highly praised,
A girl beyond compare...
Her name was Mary, Joseph's love,
Betrothed, untouched by Man...
Who met an angel from above
Who then revealed God's plan!
'Young maiden, you are full of grace!

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