Denis Martindale


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I was born at a very early age, they allowed me to live, but forced me to go to School. That's where I sang hymns from my tiny Songs of Praise hymnbook.

Most of the time, I try to rhyme using the common metre 8 syllables then 6 then 8 then 6 verse style. I've been writing hymns and poems and stories for a very long time and have added 800 poems on poemhunter.com already.

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  • Rookie 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

  • Rookie - 11 Points Sylvia L. Wisner Molina (5/16/2014 8:36:00 PM)

    Absolutely Beautiful! ! ! ! !

  • Rookie - 62 Points 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!

  • Rookie 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!

  • Rookie 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.

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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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