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.
...
It's true, I am an elephant!
In fact, I've always been!
I've got this trunk way up in front,
Stuck here, right in-between...
...
Behold my form, my humble guise, my fragile fashioned grace.
Look deep within the giver’s eyes, some noble hopes to trace.
November’s here and folks look back to what heroes have bought.
They stood as one as things looked black, courageous as they fought.
...
In Roman times, when swords were raised,
And peace on Earth was rare,
There lived a girl now highly praised,
A girl beyond compare...
...
The arctic fox was laying low,
With cunning in his eyes,
While just above the ice and snow,
Just waiting in disguise...
...
Behold the precious Prince of Prints,
By wildlife he is stirred!
Yet who is he who uses tints?
Mr Stephen Gayford!
...
Everything comes to those that wait,
If they wait patiently...
If not on time, it may be late,
But comes eventually.
...
A baby Panda has to eat,
How else can Pandas grow?
He has to stand upon his feet,
To go where he must go!
...
The measure of love, in truth, is this:
To treasure each sigh, close by, then kiss!
I've revelled each girl I yearn,
Just to discern
...
A happy man is he who's found a lass that he can love...
As if by beauty he's been bound yet wouldn't shake her off!
Her lips like magnets draw him close till he looks in her eyes!
What happens next God only knows for eyes can hypnotise!
...
A nightly vision came to me, as in the dream I slept,
Pertaining to humanity and every tear once wept...
...
I saw them riding in a dream, Hell-bent upon their course,
And each one with a sickening scheme as he rode on his horse...
And so they moved, this world to claim with utmost misery,
With death and suffering as their aim, their shame and infamy!
...
My daughter is God's gift to me,
Her father in the Lord.
She's my great joy, my ecstasy,
My loving God's reward.
...
Behold the tiger's face up close,
With all its deep-etched lines.
Like charcoal ridges by his nose,
How clearly each defines.
...
Spider-Man has got a secret
That changed his life for good,
For he could spin a spider's net
No other human could...
...
The snow leopard stared intently,
At all things near and far...
While at times, he looked quite friendly,
You know how wild cats are.
...
The sun shone brightly in the sky,
Crowned with a rainbow there,
While seagulls boldly chose to fly,
As if without a care...
...
Each man on Earth who strives for good
And seeks to bless the neighbourhood
Should ask himself what gifts he owns
To fight the evil crime condones!
...
May God bless you on your birthday
With gifts and cards and such
From those who care and those who pray
And those who love so much!
...
Two little words that mean so much, a courtesy expressed...
A chance you really ought to clutch: somebody's done their best!
Two little words that show you're pleased because somebody cared!
Somebody helped thus tensions eased when love itself was shared...
...
Poemhunter A to Z poem title links: Visit denismartindale-dot-co-dot-uk Visit revelationtv-dot-co-dot-uk 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 3,400 poems on poemhunter.com already. My poems have been in Church magazines and local papers and magazines and on local Radio as well as Christian TV and Radio channels. Some of my poems have also been on the UK Shopping channels like bid.tv, price-drop.tv and speedauction.tv and in one month about a dozen poems were read out on Revelation TV. I've had some publishing success with Forward Press which is now called Forward Poetry. Their website forwardpoetry-dot-com has a Contests webpage, so I visit and write my poems for these contests. Poetry isn't cheap. Consider the words of Jesus who said we should count the cost. Consider the paper and pens and the printers and the computers and the Internet costs and the time and the energy it takes to create something for someone I'll probably never meet in this lifetime. The costs soon mount up and the financial returns seem insignificant, but the poetry is part of me and it's a part I want to keep as well as share... Apart from my Christian poetry themes, I like the magnificent paintings of the wildlife artist, Mr Stephen Gayford and have created a collection of poems about these incredible creatures. Some poems have been read out on the Shopping channels, along with a few romantic poems including The Gifts That Say I Love You and the poem called Somebody Loves You. denis-martindale-dot-blogspot-com My Stephen Gayford website has a search feature to check for all creatures great and small. Google search will also have some results for Denis Martindale and Stephen Gayford. The poemhunter website lists the recent poems submitted and from these I can check the themes and topics of interest and start new poems which I can share with my fellow poets. I see myself listed among the top 500 poets, whatever that really signifies is not as important as actually clicking the top 500 poets link and being reminded of who they are or were. Each leaves his or her mark on the world stage, his or her heartprint, to say, I was here... But to share something worthwhile that makes someone's day is easy to do. If we can help change a person's life for the better, then we really have made a difference... In the meanwhile, keep up the good work and seek the love of God, the blessings of Jesus and the inspiration of the Holy Spirit... because while poetry is eternal, God created eternity...)
* 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 hour.
'Dear God, have pity, please! '
And yet there came no sign of power,
No rescue, no release.
The soldiers gambled for His clothes.
One wash and they'd be clean.
His life and death the Father chose,
Thus stays the Nazarene.
'It is finished! ' the Saviour screamed
With one great final sigh...
Though not defeated as it seemed,
For Jesus had to die.
To think, the Holy Spirit shares
Forgiveness in His Name!
No other man on Earth compares.
Not one could do the same.
For all have sinned and gone astray
Like sheep in darkest night.
But blessed are they that find the Way
And walk within His light...
He died for you. He died for me.
God's Son fulfilled God's plan.
From Calvary came clemency!
Behold the Son of Man!
Behold the blood! Behold the Lord!
For this man was the Christ!
The Lamb of God! His heart outpoured!
The Saviour sacrificed!
Not one could count the sins Christ sees
That Jesus suffered for!
Behold the precious Prince of Peace,
The King of Love and more!
The seasons come, the seasons go... hold fast to all that's good... to bless us as it should...... as this New Year begins... Let's count God's blessings that amaze... as each lost soul Christ wins! (Nice poem. Thanks, Dear Friend)
Dear Dennis, Thank you so much for sending your poem for me to read (through the Rev TV office) it is such a great poem with a wonderful message. I often hear your poems read out when I am watching RevTV, you have an amazing gift from the Lord which you are using to bless others with - awesome! God bless you with your ministry, Dennis, and thank you once again for sharing! Eileen.
Beautiful inspirational poetry..Love your poems.
I think your forgot to tick Ratings and Comments on your poem Mallad. I liked it. I love their mating dance very much.
YO! Thanks f0r sharing Jesus t0 the w0rld! That's the task he gave to his f0ll0wERs...keep up the faith, br0thER!
The Penniless Poet by Denis Martindale is quite an interesting poem. It throws light on the poet's methodology towards creating his poetry.
Inspired by my verse… No point in doing worse…//.... (Write A Poem About Yourself!) Lovely poem with a captivating poetic expression. Do you find it embarrassing to receive appreciative comments or rather critical feedback? Anyway, I respect your choice.
The revelation of the Rapture is the poem I wish to recite on my yahoo page. My channel is blessedbuhim00gmail. Thank you Donna Hoyt
Stephen Gayford painted hundreds of paintings, and the eBay website still sells these, as prints and canvasses, and it's thanks to these that I was able to write about 700 poems for the poemhunter website. This journey began because of the wildlife art gallery shows on bid tv and price-drop tv on UK Freeview and Sky. I was able to see just how detailed these paintings were for the adults as well as their young ones. So many different creatures such that the big cats had their tales to tell, as did the dolphins, the pandas, the meerkats, the macaws, the eagles, the owls, and so many more. At times, the scenery was magnificent as well, so it's no wonder, that as a poet, I should write about such creatures, as if the shared wonders of the world, before any of these become extinct, and are lost forever... Denis Martindale. April 2021.
I can't but keep saying thanks to for sharing this, honestly this is didactic enough to change a life for better. I love your power of imagery and your adopted style, your diction is awesome and easy to comprehend.