Denis Martindale Poems

She hears what she wants to hear, as some ladies do.
She cries warm and salty tears… and yet not a few…

She looks and she sees with her two sapphire eyes.
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How do poets perceive the world? Enough to share their thoughts,
Enough to know in space it swirled, according to reports,
Enough to know it has one moon which then reflects the sun,
Enough to know won't make them swoon, but poems can be fun.
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I don't always know the first line.
I wait… It turns up… I follow it…
I think of suitable rhymes…
I wait… the next set of lines arrives…
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As Supergirl, you fly the skies, through super strength and more,
You send heat vision from your eyes each time you go to war.
With super friends at either side, in battle to the end,
Yet humble still, not full of pride, this planet to defend.
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The well-known poem's on the wall and in its A4 frame,
Below the text we can recall the well-known poet's name
And if that poem still rings true and motivates us now,
It still serves me, it still serves you, its wisdom to allow.
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Whimsyless, alas, I wandered,
Meandering once more,
Yet thinking deep, I pondered,
What was life living for?
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This is the place writers go to when they are about to write something new.
It is a friendly place and anyone is welcome there.
What they write there is their choice unless God provides extra wisdom and insight.
If I visit there once more, the results may be profound or completely human.
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When heartbreak came, it hit me hard, I lost all joy that day,
Since then I chose to stay on guard and was more prone to pray.
For extra strength and guidance, too, as I must persevere,
To do the things that I must do, though sorrow's lingered near.
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It's known that writing can enhance our mental health as well,
Such that a pop song helps us dance as if within a spell
And that a poem set to rhyme seems upbeat in its way,
With rhythms that prove quite sublime, enough to make our day.
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Time takes its toll upon Mankind, sometimes to cause distress,
Yet there are treasures still to find that bring us happiness.
Such that we treasure and esteem, revere and hold most dear,
Till something comes to melt that dream, another path to steer.
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