Denis Martindale


Denis Martindale Poems

1. Is Poetry A Lost Art, Dude? -new- 7/27/2016
2. Liberty Eagle! 1/26/2015
3. Duck! 2/25/2015
4. Ngorongoro Bull 2/25/2015
5. Cheetah! 2/25/2015
6. Future King! 3/3/2015
7. Zebra And Foal 11/25/2014
8. In With The Crowd 11/25/2014
9. Santa's Change Of Heart! 11/28/2014
10. Precious! 12/15/2014
11. Arctic Hero? 12/19/2014
12. Shady Retreat... 12/21/2014
13. Early Learning 12/21/2014
14. Safe Haven 12/21/2014
15. Happy Birthday, Jesus! 12/25/2014
16. Poetry Shall Prevail! 1/15/2015
17. Mother And Calf 1/15/2015
18. Siberian Brothers 1/19/2015
19. Himalayan Summer 11/25/2014
20. Barn Owl 1/19/2015
21. When Time Lords Fall In Love 9/20/2013
22. The Pleasure Of The Poet 9/21/2013
23. My Translated Poem! 9/21/2013
24. The Calligrapher Speakonia Text Version 9/23/2013
25. The Born Again Poet! 9/23/2013
26. Snow Flakes 4/26/2013
27. Winter Fun! 9/26/2013
28. From Text To Speech 9/14/2013
29. The Ghost Poet! 9/13/2013
30. Christianity 101 5/11/2013
31. Trodden Footsteps 9/19/2013
32. Careful Watch 9/19/2013
33. One Last Verse! 9/19/2013
34. Typical! 9/14/2013
35. Instinct 9/26/2013
36. Himalayan Highlander 9/26/2013
37. Wading Tiger 9/26/2013
38. High Noon 9/27/2013
39. Chewing It Over... 9/28/2013
40. Learners In Love 9/29/2013
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 ...

Read the full of * The Cross Of Christ

The Perfect Poem!

I wrote it last night while sleeping,
The dream unfolding all!
I penned the poem while weeping,
Repenting like Saint Paul!
Yes, so moved was I while writing
God sent an angel down...
I saw two armies while fighting
To gain some worldly crown!

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