Denis Martindale


Denis Martindale Poems

2401. God Bless You On Your Birthday! 2/5/2004
2402. The Little Mermaid 5/22/2012
2403. Mary, Mother Of Jesus 10/22/2003
2404. Patience Is A Virtue 4/25/2009
2405. Wonder Woman! 7/1/2013
2406. Snow Leopard 11/9/2009
2407. Christ: The Light Of The World 3/13/2012
2408. Portrait Of A Prince 7/21/2009
2409. The Beauty Of My Daughter 4/23/2009
2410. Focus On Friendship, Faith And Love 10/23/2003
2411. The Measure Of Love Sung To From Russia With Love 10/23/2003
2412. Arctic Fox 8/23/2013
2413. Giant Panda! 9/14/2014
2414. Doctor Who And The Tardis 5/19/2013
2415. * The Prince Of Prints 1/31/2011
2416. The Amazing Spider-Man 7/5/2012
2417. * The Prestige Of The Poppy 11/1/2010
2418. * I Am An Elephant! 11/2/2013
2419. * The Cross Of Christ 5/12/2009

Comments about Denis Martindale

  • Tom Billsborough (4/12/2016 7:00:00 AM)

    A jaunty rhythm for a serious subject. Sorry. Poetry demands more than this.

    Tom Billsborough

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  • Amir Mohammad Islami Chalandar (6/6/2014 7:49:00 AM)

    excellent poems. you are great in explaining your feels. i invite you to read my poem

  • Sylvia L. Wisner Molina (5/16/2014 8:36:00 PM)

    Absolutely Beautiful! ! ! ! !

  • Gergana Teofilova Gergana Teofilova (5/9/2014 4:22:00 AM)

    I think your works are fantastic, sir! The first poem I read by you inspired me to write my own one on the same subject. Thanks! I hope to become at least half as good as you some day!

  • Gleb Zavlanov Gleb Zavlanov (10/5/2013 6:03:00 PM)

    You're an amazing, prolific poet and I really admire your work. Thanks for sharing such genius with all the poets on poemhunter!

  • Gleb Zavlanov Gleb Zavlanov (7/20/2013 8:20:00 PM)

    Thanks for all the tips and suggestions. They were very meaningful and helpful. I will try to improve my poems over the next week.

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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Meticulous Detail!

Consider artists all alone,
Devoted to each task,
When sometimes standing on their own,
Nobody else to ask,
Unless by prayer they seek advice,
Their instincts have to do,
Perhaps self-taught, now thought as wise,
Or simply painting through...

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