The Pleasure Of Pure Poetry! Poem by Denis Martindale

The pleasure of pure poetry!
The quintessential joy!
You might know what it means to me
Since I was but a boy!
The English teacher read the lines
And magic filled the air,
The story of the man who pines
When love is everywhere...

The teacher smiling at the end,
When every word was said,
A twinkle filled his eye, my friend,
Discretion still to tread...
Another poem he read out,
It blew my mind away,
The poem's title still in doubt
Until this very day...

But this I know, it made me laugh,
It also made me cry,
Because it took a different path
And left me wondering why...
But then the writing bug was born!
It lingered in my mind...
No longer did I feel forlorn,
For I could help Mankind...

In time, I wrote my feelings down,
My journey thus began,
Describing every common noun,
Perchance to form a plan...
To cherish private thoughts at last,
Unfettered by restraints,
No need to act as if downcast,
Like other Christian saints...

A freedom came that love made bloom
To blossom like the rose,
With fragrance that could fill each room
With memories if we chose...
So I sat down, with pen in hand
And paper there beneath,
So that the world could understand
The Good News I believe...

The time well spent, I pause to smile,
Before my life's end nears,
I liked the 8,6,8,6 style
From hymns I sang for years...
My poems range from all God gives
To things I pray will serve,
I preach the truth that Jesus lives
To sinners of this Earth...

To think, that I, of low regard,
A mortal of this time,
Should love to be a humble bard,
Declaring thoughts sublime...
Great expectations once were known,
Yet none are quite like this,
With poetry, no more alone,
God loves me, I am His...

My quest is therefore good as gold,
To share my God and King,
To pass on treasures I behold,
For God is everything...
He made the sun, the moon, the stars,
The mountains, lands and seas,
The Rings of Saturn, Venus, Mars,
No other God made these!

As Man sends probes across the void,
Our poetry goes, too...
And thus Man's hopes are gently buoyed
By poets old and new...
The songs and hymns and poems tell
The Universe we lived
And that we tried to live life well...
For life's God's greatest gift...


Denis Martindale, copyright, September 2013.



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