This Is A Job For Poetryman! Poem by Denis Martindale

What's that you say? God bids me write
To serve some higher plan! ?
This is a job by day and night!
O.K., I'm Poetryman!
With PM stretched across my chest
And on my cape as well,
The symbol I must do my best,
Though I march into Hell!

What's that you say? The Devil hates
The poems that I've penned! ?
Too bad, for we were never mates,
I've found a better friend!
Yet I must write my poems down,
Regardless of reward,
Beyond the yearning for a crown
That's granted by the Lord...

What's that you say? God bids me preach
That I might save the lost! ?
That suits me fine, if I can reach
These souls before they've crossed!
My poems on the Internet,
Shared in anthologies,
No wonder demons get upset,
God's wonders never cease!

What's that you say? Of course, I'm keen!
I'll strive to see this through...
The world wide web's my go-between
To get my verse to you!
As long as God still grants me breath,
I'll do the best I can!
Till God allows the time of death,
Then farewell, Poetryman!


Denis Martindale, February 2016.