Emma
To some, she was a dancer,
With magic steps to boot,
To some, a sweet romancer,
With classic smiles so cute.
To some, she was an actress,
Rehearsing what to say,
To some, a model in a dress,
On catwalks, hips to sway...
To some, she was a living doll
With whom to fall in love,
To some, she was an angel,
Or a fairy up above.
To some, she was their pride and joy,
The apple of their eye,
To some, a tricky tomboy,
A princess or a spy...
To some, she was astute, alert,
Whose heart was good as gold,
To some, she was a saucy flirt,
Outrageous and so bold...
To me, she was a rising star,
Quite heavenly, divine...
Well deserving of an Oscar
And to be my Valentine...
Denis Martindale, copyright, January 2011.
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Vicky
To some, she was a dancer,
With magic steps to boot,
To some, a sweet romancer,
With classic smiles so cute.
To some, she was an actress,
Rehearsing what to say,
To some, a model in a dress,
On catwalks, hips to sway...
To some, she was a living doll
With whom to fall in love,
To some, she was an angel,
Or a fairy up above.
To some, she was their pride and joy,
The apple of their eye,
To some, a tricky tomboy,
A princess or a spy...
To some, she was astute, alert,
Whose heart was good as gold,
To some, she was a saucy flirt,
Outrageous and so bold...
To me, she was a rising star,
Quite heavenly, divine...
Well deserving of an Oscar
And to be my Valentine...
Denis Martindale, copyright, January 2011.
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Cute
The tiger cub rests on his own,
All scrubbed up, looking cute...
His lifestyle you may not condone,
When he hunts meat not fruit...
Yet doesn't he look stunning there
With fur refined like gold?
As if he didn't have a care,
A sweet sight to behold?
Admit it, aren't you somewhat drawn
To study him at length?
No longer quite so full of scorn
When thinking of his strength?
He's not the average pussycat
That whimpers soft meows...
Nor does he seem to be a brat
While he lies there to browse...
But give him time, for he must grow,
In length and height and weight,
No more the little so-and-so
You either love or hate...
Is it so hard to comprehend
What Nature makes him do?
He'll not look quite as cute, my friend,
When he starts chasing you!
Denis Martindale, copyright, January 2011.
The poem is based on the magnificent painting
by Stephen Gayford called 'Cute'.
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Sophie
As precious as a snowflake that's born on Christmas Day,
Or icing on the Christmas cake that makes us shout, 'Hoorah! '
As gracious as a waterfall and rainbows up above,
Is she to me, the girl I call the sweetheart that I love...
As noble as a poet's prayer that took him years to write,
As global as the world we share each morning, day and night!
As wondrous as a shooting star, with smiles that light the room,
As gentle as a strummed guitar or like a rose in bloom...
As cherished as the angel's wings that help him fly to Earth,
As lovely as the diva sings each time for all she's worth!
As perfect as the cutest face this world would ever see,
Is she to me, in time and space and all eternity!
I'd gladly wish two hearts to beat with love for her alone...
For she could make each heart complete, if she my love would own...
My every wish embraces her, the apple of my eye...
For she to me, is like a purr, a whisper and a sigh...
Denis Martindale, copyright, January 2011.
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Katie
As precious as a snowflake that's born on Christmas Day,
Or icing on the Christmas cake that makes us shout, 'Hoorah! '
As gracious as a waterfall and rainbows up above,
Is she to me, the girl I call the sweetheart that I love...
As noble as a poet's prayer that took him years to write,
As global as the world we share each morning, day and night!
As wondrous as a shooting star, with smiles that light the room,
As gentle as a strummed guitar or like a rose in bloom...
As cherished as the angel's wings that help him fly to Earth,
As lovely as the diva sings each time for all she's worth!
As perfect as the cutest face this world would ever see,
Is she to me, in time and space and all eternity!
I'd gladly wish two hearts to beat with love for her alone...
For she could make each heart complete, if she my love would own...
My every wish embraces her, the apple of my eye...
For she to me, is like a purr, a whisper and a sigh...
Denis Martindale, copyright, January 2011.
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Mother's Favourite
Of all her cubs, this one was best,
The lioness believed,
When by this one was so impressed,
Asked what could be achieved...
For now, a playful scamp, no more,
Yet eyes alert all day,
Exploring till he knew the score,
Content to know the way...
He wasn't too rough on the rest,
A few chewed tails, that's all,
Yet not too much as if a pest,
So that he'd always brawl...
He lived life well, yet somehow thought
There's so much more than this,
Yet by life now was firmly caught,
For it seemed utter bliss...
The lioness chose to invest
With extra time to share,
At first the others hadn't guessed,
Then they became aware...
'What makes him special, Mummy, dear?
It can't be that he's cute...'
'He's special! Let me make that clear,
You see, he's quite astute! '
Denis Martindale, copyright, January 2012.
The poem is based on the magnificent painting
by Stephen Gayford called 'Mother's Favourite'.
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Get Your Hair Cut!
The perfect haircut suits you best,
Short back and sides, my lad!
So take your cash and go invest
In what makes most folks glad.
It's up to you to make the choice,
I gave you good advice...
So why look like the other boys,
When you could look quite nice?
I've seen you in the smartest suit
Let down by scruffy hair...
That's hardly what I'd call astute,
So almost debonair...
You used to be the one to watch,
The guy who had it all...
So why not take it up a notch?
Good-looking, standing tall.
Please get your hair cut soon as poss!
Don't dilly-dally, friend!
My word, it would impress the boss,
On that you can depend!
Keep up the good work that you do,
Eyes twinkling day by day!
Sit down, relax, snip-snip, you're through...
Thank God for that! Oi, vey!
Denis Martindale, copyright, January 2011.
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The Loveliest Day Of The Year
St Valentine's is here once more!
Let's celebrate in style!
Let's dance upon the dancing floor!
Let's smirk and smooch and smile!
Let's send our flowers and our cards,
Exchanging gifts today!
Let's be obedient to our hearts,
And live life, come what may!
St Valentine's is here again!
Let's meet today head on!
Let's have no reason to complain!
Let's frolic till it's gone!
Let's drink champagne, eat caviar,
Let's have some oysters, too!
Let's copy every movie star!
Let's plan our rendezvous!
St Valentine's is here right now!
Let's live romance's dream!
Let's really seize the day somehow!
Let's picnic by a stream!
Let's go ballooning way above!
Let's praise God one-by-one!
Let's thank God, as the King of Love
Who wants us to have fun!
Denis Martindale, copyright February 2011.
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Actress, Model...
Dear Mom
I'm dating an actress
And I'm just writing to let you know
Why I'm so far from home
I followed her to Stella Adler
A method man was what she was after
She must have seen them on TV
She's my actress model dancer whatever
I've been watching you
I've been wanting you
Actress model dancer whatever
You're so over there
You're so everywhere
I met her over a cigarette
And though I don't really know her yet
I could see she sees something in me
A thousand bucks won't pay the rent
And I don't know where the money's spent
But it shows Lord cause nothing's free
She's my actress model dancer whatever
I've been watching you
I've been wanting you
Actress model dancer whatever
You're so over there
You're so everywhere
She made a promise
she'd never act with me now
But I saw her move her lips
They were reading scripts
She made a promise
she'd never act with me now
And I saw her move her lips
Line please line please
Dear Mom
I'm dating an actress
And I'm just writing to let you know who who
Actress model dancer whatever
I've been watching you
I've been wanting you
Actress model dancer whatever
You're so over there
You're so everywhere
Dear Mom
I'm dating an actress
Dear Mom
I'm dating an actress
Now I'm an actor too
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The Gifts That Come From The Heart
Memories so sweet they don't depart,
Because each stays sublime,
It's the gifts that come from the heart
That stand the test of time...
Like that first kiss upon the cheek,
Before lips melt with love,
Such heartfelt gifts must be unique,
What else could prove enough?
Some think gold rings or gems will do,
Or flowers for a while,
While others hold the point of view,
Whatever makes them smile...
Yet heartfelt gifts mean so much more,
For these were meant to please...
They have enchantments to allure,
Somehow they grant you peace...
To think that someone truly cares,
Loves tenderly and free,
Holds nothing back and nothing spares
And shares incredibly...
God-blessed are those who play it smart,
That simply says it all...
With the gifts that come from the heart,
For love is beautiful...
Denis Martindale, copyright, January 2011.
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Frosty Beginnings
The treasured cougar cubs looked round
At all the new-laid snow...
For magic stole away the ground
That still remained below...
Their paws were cold, their noses, too,
And all that was between
And from the cougars' point of view,
It's true they weren't that keen...
While we, as humans, still complain,
When sunshine starts to fail,
Or we receive one ounce of rain
Or short term fall of hail...
Their lives go on, surviving youth,
With all their smirks and smiles.
Old cougars are the living proof,
Triumphant through their trials...
Frosty beginnings warn us well
That Autumn's on its way,
Before the full-blown Winter's spell
When snow on lawns must lay...
Each snowflake silver star then falls,
From dark clouds up above...
As we await till Christmas calls
To fill our hearts with love....
Denis Martindale, copyright, November 2011.
The poem is based on the magnificent painting
by Stephen Gayford called 'Frosty Beginnings'.
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When Dolphins Dance
When dolphins dance mid sea and air,
God smiles from Heaven's Throne!
They've found a life beyond compare,
With freedom all their own!
No wonder that the dolphins dance,
With smiles and twinkling eyes!
No wonder that such sights entrance
The hearts within the wise...
It's like there's magic sprinkled there,
As if some spell were cast...
Or like the answer to a prayer
That's somehow here at last...
For dolphins dive, then take a chance,
From dark depths fast to rise!
As if their deepest joys enhance
Each time they pierce the skies!
Behold the precious joys of life,
Each time we seize the day,
To meet each moment without strife,
Before it slips away!
Take heart, and think like dolphins do!
Keep young at heart, my friend!
That way, God's smiles will shine on you,
On that you can depend!
Denis Martindale, copyright, October 2011.
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Lazy Afternoon
Two little lions closed their eyes,
So tired in the sun...
No longer now the cool wise guys,
So spritely, full of fun.
Plum-tuckered out, as is the way,
As afternoons take hold...
Then little lion heads will sway
As their neck muscles fold...
Their parents grin from ear-to-ear
To watch them fall asleep...
As sunbeams gently, softly steer
Them to their dreams so deep...
At first, they gamely stay awake,
Refusing to submit...
Then suddenly, all strength to take,
The battle's lost, that's it!
Then little lion heads must fall,
For forty winks again...
As if obedient to that call
That even masters men...
I know they tried to do their best,
But now they're sleeping sound.
Their floppy heads with closed eyes rest,
To doze on dusty ground...
Denis Martindale, copyright, January 2011.
The poem is based on the magnificent painting
by Stephen Gayford called 'Lazy Afternoon'.
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How Beautiful Is She?
With her Fiorelli handbag,
How beautiful is she?
She muses as she reads her mag
And yet has not seen me...
But here I am, transfixed in time
And mesmerised in truth,
For she's exquisite, quite sublime
And so hard to improve...
She's got pinache, she's got finesse,
She's got that fashion style
And in my heart, there's happiness,
Each time I see her smile...
To think, that God created her
For me to fall in love,
No wonder that such feelings stir
To thank the Lord above...
Dressed to impress, beguile, bewitch,
Catch mortals in her spell.
Who knows if she is really rich?
This sweet Fiorelli girl...
My first intent is just to stare,
To worship from afar...
Someday to tell her that I care,
'I love you... you're a star! '
Denis Martindale, copyright, August 2011.
The poem's based on a www-dot-bid-dot-tv
picture for the Fiorelli handbags on sale...
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This Wondrous Thing Called Love
How may a man know when he's in love?
When she smiles, there's joy in his heart.
It's like a light being turned on in his spirit.
It's like angels playing their harps just for him to hear.
It's like a new star has just been born in the Universe.
It's like nothing else on Earth, shared by God above.
It's like a resplendent revelation, a golden truth explained.
No wonder he wants to buy her rings and roses.
No wonder he wants to hold her close to his heart.
No wonder he wants to kiss her smiling sensual lips.
No wonder he wants her, just for himself.
You see, to him, she's wonderful...
Denis Martindale, copyright October 2008.
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Be All That You Can Be
While God gives days and God gives nights,
While sun and moon still shine,
Let each preserve his human rights,
Yes, yours and theirs and mine...
While grass still grows and trees still climb,
While meadows grant us peace,
Let there be moments lost in time
For Man to find some ease...
While children play and sing their songs,
While fairytales are told,
Let each child learn where he belongs
And treated good as gold...
While lions roar and cats meow,
While dolphins leap for joy,
Let there be worship men allow
For every girl and boy...
While there are waterfalls and streams,
While mountains touch the sky,
Let pilgrim souls still dream their dreams
And giants still defy...
While freedom is worth dying for,
While Christ still sets us free,
He's living proof we can do more!
BE ALL THAT YOU CAN BE...
Denis Martindale, copyright January 2011.
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River Patrol
The tiger tip-toes here and there
As he goes on patrol,
Close to the river's edge aware
Of every living soul.
Assessing ones that he could catch,
If he should prove his worth,
Avoiding ones that are his match
And giving them wide berth...
He's in no hurry for a while,
And yet he's on the prowl...
For now he wears a smirk, a smile,
Till these become a scowl...
It's too late then to run away,
To scamper off and hide...
Too late if you've become his prey,
So don't cling on to pride...
Don't dilly-dally like a clown!
Don't play the fool, my friend!
Play safe or else he'll hunt you down,
On that you can depend!
Head for the hills or trees somehow,
Don't stick around for fun!
If I were you, I'd scarper NOW!
While you've got time to RUN!
Denis Martindale, copyright, January 2011.
The poem is based on the magnificent painting
by Stephen Gayford called 'River Patrol'.
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Beauty At Its Best
The human female has her wiles - her perfumes all make sense,
Yet conquers men with painted smiles as they become her friends...
But beauty's born within the heart and nurtured by the soul...
And only blessings can impart, not seeking to control...
In truth, I've seen a million maids without a single flaw.
True beauty never, ever fades, of that you can be sure...
Yet please don't tell me of beauty, as if some treasure chest.
God gave me the pleasant duty to see it at its best...
True beauty stays within the mind, as if within a dream,
Kept safe and never left behind, like something to redeem...
God's siren throughout history! Sweet as the morning dew!
It beckons us, 'Remember me! Let me inspire you! '
It's up to you, reject, accept... embrace it night and day,
Or at arms' length, it could be kept, or simply turned away...
I humbly know I can't deny how much my heart's been blessed!
With these two eyes, I know that I saw beauty at its best...
Denis Martindale, copyright January 2011.
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White Majesty
The white wolf stares at all he sees,
His kingdom to protect
And like all royal majesties,
He, too, commands respect...
So if alone or in a pack,
He does what he must do.
To go without, some food to lack,
That's not his point of view...
The days are cold, the nights are cold,
He must endure them all.
No wonder, then, at night's he's bold,
To howl and fear install.
Condemned to prowl, new meals to find,
He doesn't beg like some.
Such thoughts like these don't come to mind,
Not even for one crumb...
He knows his place upon this Earth,
Beneath the sun and stars
And in his realm, he proves his worth,
Despite the wounds and scars.
For him, there's no sweet home from home,
No comforts meek and mild...
His majesty was born to roam,
To live life in the wild...
Denis Martindale, copyright, January 2011.
The poem is based on the magnificent painting
by Stephen Gayford called 'White Majesty II'.
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The Fairy Of Light
Some say that fairies don't exist!
Yet children know they do!
That's why their legends still persist,
Perhaps you've heard them, too!
If not, then listen to the tale,
Of one sweet fairy girl
With hair of gold yet skin so pale
Her face looked like a pearl...
Near to the Palace, there she danced
And then her wings took flight...
A Prince who saw her watched entranced,
'Well done, Fairy of Light! '
And though quite shy, she had to smile,
For compliments were rare
And when she landed in a while,
She waited for him there...
And pretty soon love cast its spell,
Romance was utter bliss,
Such that before they said farewell
They shared a tender kiss!
Her wings fell off, her magic gone!
For she was mortal now,
Yet still they kissed and carried on,
Oblivious somehow...
The Prince felt sorry, held her hand
And then caressed her cheek
And tried to make her understand
That she was still unique...
And so they wed and danced each night,
In love for all to see,
The Prince and the Fairy of Light,
In perfect harmony...
Denis Martindale, copyright, October 2012.
The poem is based on the Breast Cancer Campaign
figurine, The Fairy of Light sold on the Shopping TV
channels, bid-tv, price-drop-tv and speedauction-tv.
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Do You Love Yourself, My Friend?
Well, do you love yourself, my friend?
Do feelings strip you bare?
Sometimes like pains that never end?
Or does life treat you fair?
Does inner peace and love and joy
Continue day by day?
Or do life's nuisances annoy
Like they won't go away?
But, do you love yourself, my friend?
Regardless, good or bad?
Perhaps you're broken, on the mend,
Not wanting to feel sad?
Perhaps God speaks to you, yes, you...
Perhaps He's just a guide...
Perhaps He's just to help you through...
Or does He live inside?
Yet, do you love yourself, my friend?
Are tears your only gift?
Nobody else to comprehend
Or give your heart a lift?
God loved the world, He gave His Son...
Christ died for you and me...
That's how my sinful soul was won...
Through Christ and Calvary...
But will you love yourself, my friend?
Like Christ loves from the heart...
With all the love that God can send,
Then pray, 'How great Thou art! '
God's love is greater than Man's hate,
More constant than this Earth...
So read God's Word and celebrate...
And love for all you're worth!
Denis Martindale, copyright January 2011.
The poem is based on the Revelationtv show,
'Time To Worship' shown today,07/01/2011.
God's Word Teaching from Matthew 19: 19.
Website: www-dot-revelationtv-dot-com
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