One Hundred And Fifty Days Have Gone! Poem by Denis Martindale

When June draws near, and May departs, one wonders just before it starts,
What have we done through five months now that could deserve acclaim somehow?
We battled January's chills, perhaps enjoyed romantic thrills,
Then March and April took control, and Easter came to save each soul.
And May began a warmer time, with soothing breezes thought sublime,
Until a heatwave shocked us all, as if it were God's miracle!
Of course, it was no accident, I had to sleep, completely spent!
And when the heatwave came again! I slept for hours, maybe ten.
Then came the thunderstorm above, with crashing sounds more than enough.
That went, and then my soul felt peace, so that my tensions could release.

I even wrote a verse or two for poems I could share with you.
They're now on YouTube with the rest, so visit soon and be my guest.
One hundred and fifty days! All gone! What actions could we build upon?
What charities were granted aid from any profits that we've made?
Who helped the hungry, sad and poor? Who blessed their lives by giving more?
Who sacrificed more than a pound to get great blessings spread around?
And yet we know when bills increase, donations freeze and sometimes cease.
Even the Government says farewell to doing good works, can't you tell?
Despite the voucher codes I chase, I dread the future bills I'll face!
Ten pounds saved here, ten pounds saved there! Both near and far and everywhere!

One hundred and fifty days! All gone! I need more faith to carry on!
Lord, grant me mercy, set me free to help me bless some charity!


Denis Martindale.31st of May 2026.


Here's a new poem by the Poemhunter poet Denis Martindale. The title is 'One Hundred And Fifty Days Have Gone! ' The poet reflects on the way he used voucher codes to save money from January to the end of May. He thought that he was winning the day, but then the death of his sister led to a massive amount of money paid to help with her funeral costs. Once the funeral was over, he wondered what the rest of the year would be like, especially with the increasing energy bills that would likely rise even more by the end of the year.

Without God's mercy, there would be little left to help charities. Helping charities is something that stays in the poet's thoughts throughout the year. Several websites offer discounts, and that's how he hopes to support good causes. To say that life is like a Mystery Tour makes sense, but this year is different, very different.