The New World Order
Behold the world, this Earth, our home,
This marble and its moon
And how they've got all space to roam
Yet dance a preset tune...
Are we the same? Like puppets here?
Manipulated minds?
Who bears the blame for Mankind's fear
Which daily twists and binds?
Behold the times in which we live,
The super-rich and poor,
The Christian saints who seek to give
While populations soar...
Consider countries one-by-one,
Resources dwindling fast
And nothing new under the sun
That's truly meant to last...
Behold the future times ahead,
The days and nights unknown,
The feeling that each nation's led
Into some Twilight Zone...
Like slaves not given chance to think,
Just puppets on a string,
Left in the quicksand, there to sink,
No rescue rope to cling...
Behold the common man that's left,
Now bankrupt and forlorn
And watch his countenance bereft,
When confidence is torn...
And count the riches, if you dare,
You'll see they've disappeared
And in the time that you've all stared,
More treasures have been cleared...
Behold the news, both good and bad,
It's worse, much worse, my friend,
For Man has lost the joy he had
And senses it's the end...
While banks hold sway, the world will grieve
For prices rise and rise
And with high prices freedoms leave,
So please don't feign surprise...
Behold the callous crimes remain,
The New World Order rules
With no point strolling Memory Lane,
That folly's just for fools...
If not for love, the world is lost,
No pardon on its way
And Antichrist will pay the cost,
Beholding Judgment Day...
Denis Martindale, copyright, December 2011.
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Son Of Perdition
Behold the stars that shine above and on the beast newborn.
Behold the man who knows not love, just bitterness and scorn.
Behold the man of ill repute - his smiles that gleam and gleam.
Behold the man behind the suit - his hatred is extreme.
Behold the answers that he shares, his miracles and gifts.
Behold the economic scares and problems that he lifts.
Behold the dark tools of his trade, his sorceries and spells.
Behold the blasphemies displayed as if from poisoned wells.
Behold the leaders in his thrall, the slaves and armies, too.
Behold the devils at his call and what he made them do.
Behold the billions he controlled like puppets on their strings.
Behold the billions in his fold and kings his underlings.
Behold the horns upon his head to match his demon heart.
Behold the souls that he misled, the lives he tore apart.
Behold what God will send to Hell! Unsaved! No remission!
Behold what prophecies foretell... Lost son of perdition...
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Behold The Beauty
Behold the beauty in His eyes, the windows of His soul,
Though with the power to mesmerise, He would not seize control,
For all the love He owns He shares, His very life to give...
Behold the answer to your prayers, the reason that you live...
Behold the beauty in His mind, the faith that dwells within,
God's treasure trove He meant to find by those still lost in sin...
Since all have sinned and gone astray, God's Son was sacrificed,
From Genesis until today, Lord Jesus is the Christ...
Behold the destiny ahead, tomorrows' sorrows, too,
The purity of life He led is meant to comfort you,
Through all the seasons, come what may, through final seconds here,
The Rapture, friend, is on its way, whatever may appear...
Behold the Man, called King of Kings, the Man called Lord of Lords,
God's Son with healing in His wings who brings each saint's rewards
And stirs the stars and makes them shine, just like we can on Earth,
Behold Lord Jesus, yours and mine, if we respect His worth...
Behold the love, the joy, the peace our God has promised soon,
The miracles He will release, each one a wondrous boon,
Unearned yet granted by God's grace, bestowed on all Mankind...
If you behold the Saviour's face, what blessings you will find...
Denis Martindale, copyright, February 2012.
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Jesus: The Man from Nazareth
Behold the Man! He's called God's Son. He's called the King of Kings.
He's called the Lord of Lords, at one with God, to whom He clings.
Christ calls God 'Father' all the time, yet what now can He pray?
For blasphemy was called His crime and this is Judgment Day...
Behold the Man! Behold Him now... transfixed for all to see.
With deep-pressed crown upon His brow... Blood-stained on Calvary...
From the wounds these soldiers open, when such are crucified,
His Blood drips down like mortal men who bleed on either side.
Behold the Man raised from the dead! Some say His wounds they felt.
The very places He once bled convinced them, so they knelt,
To worship Him and praise the Lord and preach to save the lost.
Such revelations aren't ignored by those who count the cost.
Behold the Man! Anointed Christ... The Saviour of Mankind.
The Lamb of God once sacrificed... The greatest love you'll find.
If Heaven waits, it won't wait long. God's Word tells what to do.
So trust in Christ who did no wrong. The King who died for you...
(July 2011)
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Behold
I get it done
behold plenitude
focused
behold joy
behold greatness of god
behold wonderful life
behold charisma
behold
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Beauty Beyond Belief!
Behold the beauty of her face, the twinkles in her eyes,
Her smile, her style, her noble grace, her countenance so wise.
Behold the beauty of her hair cascading left and right,
The way it shines beyond compare, so debonair and bright.
Behold the beauty of her lips like effervescent wine
And how genteel the lady sips when she decides to dine.
Behold the beauty of her neck, the pendants that she wears,
The choicest gems we're meant to check as she attracts our stares.
Behold the beauty of her form that stands out from the crowd...
Defiantly beyond the norm, she holds her head up proud...
For she's no timid little miss content that she's called cute...
For she's aware of all she is and seeks to stay astute.
In this old world, where youth excels, opportunity knocks...
It has been said that beauty sells as fast as diamond rocks.
To me, she's sweet, as good as gold, as fine as filigree.
When God made her, He broke the mould, for she's a sight to see...
From head-to-toe, beauty above and beauty underneath...
She's the reason I fell in love... Beauty beyond belief!
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Look Up At The Sky
…look up at the sky – Oh, do look up at the sky…look up at the sky that stretches in all directions and wherever one may turn…look up at the sky all above and that falls beyond the end of the visible earth…look up at the sky that stretches beyond one’s vision and look beyond the sky into limitless space…
…see, time and care and the narrowness of one’s conditioning confine one and bends one’s mind – as one’s back is bent, and one’s neck is loaded down; and one’s eyes are fixed to the spotlight-defined meters as one stands one’s ground…Oh, but just look up at the sky…
…look up at the sky in the day and see its deep blue…look up at the sky and see the clouds and the sun, and the brilliance and the lack of limits and confines…look up at the sky in the morning and see the sun rise, and behold its wonder and its colors…look up at the sky at twilight and look at it at night with the moon and the stars and the infinite space that stretches beyond…
…look up at the sky and behold its wonders and splendor and its power… look up at the sky and the space beyond and behold its brilliance and limitlessness…
Oh, look up at the sky and the space beyond – and behold the limitlessness of the mind…behold there the infinite stretch of your mind, of the mind…behold the skies and space, and behold the power and glory and the unconfined, unconditioned freedom and brilliance of your mind and your being, of the unconfined mind and of unconditioned being…
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Conquer Your Mountain!
Behold your mountain, mark it well,
This challenge and this quest
And then with prophecy foretell,
One day you will be blessed...
It's just one mountain, nothing more,
Unconquered for a time,
Until the day God lets you soar,
Triumphant and sublime...
With preparations well in hand,
Your journey thus begins,
It's paramount such things are planned,
Because the air soon thins...
The cold must be endured, brave soul
And fear must be cast out,
Such that your faith maintains control
And dominates your doubt!
Consider how Mankind was made,
How God made Adam first
And then from him, one rib was laid,
Such that new life emerged...
From what you are, God takes a part,
Then gives a hundredfold,
So when you give, give from the heart,
New blessings to behold...
Your mountain can be conquered, friend,
It's up to you to try,
For when you win, then at the end,
Your hand will touch the sky...
And God's hand, too, from Heaven's throne
Will reach to your hand there...
To share with you that joy unknown,
The answer to your prayer!
Denis Martindale, copyright, December 2011.
The Christian poem is based on GOD TV's vision for 2012
which was explained in their December 2011 newsletter.
Just after the poem was done, I saw a TV show with titles
that ended with the famous Paramount Studios mountain,
so the poem was changed to include a reference to it.
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Sheer Class
The regal lion's earnt his fame
As sovereign lord and more,
His golden fur as if aflame,
His gaze forever sure...
His stature none could dare improve,
For his is quite renowned...
His eyes aware of every move,
His ears of every sound...
Aristocratic... every day...
As if the world were his...
As if all others must obey,
Or things would be amiss...
Behold the king, for such is he,
Behold the noble grace,
Behold the royal majesty
That shines upon his face...
The many battles he has fought
Were won beyond all doubt,
His challengers have come to nought,
Retreated, turned about...
Alone, he is the alpha male,
Of this, no need to guess...
How come he makes all others pale?
Sheer class, no more, no less...
Denis Martindale, copyright, November 2011.
The poem is based on the magnificent painting
by Stephen Gayford called 'Sheer Class'.
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African Radiance
Behold the lion's golden mane,
His stature and his stance,
As if he stalks through golden grain,
A vision to entrance...
Such poise, such grace, such confidence,
Such priceless majesty,
Such wondrous, thunderous elegance,
Such precious sovereignty...
Behold the lion's state of mind,
Without one trace of love,
As if he'd left that far behind
When times were getting tough...
His mane was gold, his heart was black,
Just outer radiance...
The hunt was on, no turning back,
No change of sentiments...
Behold the lion's sombre stare,
Fixated on his prey...
As if no mercy left to spare,
Regardless night or day...
He looks determined, without doubt,
As if the end is nigh,
As if his prey had no way out,
No time to wonder why...
Denis Martindale, copyright, November 2010.
The poem is based on the magnificent painting
by Stephen Gayford called 'African Radiance'.
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Behold the Glory of God's Creation
Behold the rocks atop the mountain stand,
And only fall when they should, when God wants!
Behold the waterfall, a beauteous sight,
That ne'er runs dry, despite the sun, failed rains!
Behold the melting glaciers, snow-clad peaks,
Bespeak the glory of the Creator;
Behold the rivulets merge into sea
To keep the salinity constantly!
Behold the school of fish that swim afree,
And dart and turn and glide within the sea;
Behold the birds that fly, both young and old,
At heights their wings are meant to carry them!
Behold the glory of God's creation -
A perfect spectacle for human eyes!
The proof of divine love for all mankind,
Unfathomable, everlasting lies!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 18-07-12
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Fools' Prophet
The idol stood where all could see
And some folks simply praised,
While some at home watched on TV,
Aghast, dismayed, amazed...
But on it went and more would bow,
Before the idol's face,
Not caring what God would allow,
They laughed despite disgrace...
The Antichrist stood there well pleased,
As each was marked for Hell,
While others saw him as the Beast
The Bible books foretell...
Some miracles were quickly done,
To goad some more to kneel,
Rejecting Jesus as God's Son,
Their souls sold for a meal...
False prophets come, false prophets go,
Yet such as these must stay...
So that the whole wide world would know
God's planned a Judgment Day...
The Antichrist was warned ten times
That he could still be saved,
But on he went, committing crimes
And growing more depraved...
Behold the Bible truths before
The Lord must judge you, too...
For every one who breaks God's Law
Is like Judas the Jew...
And Hell awaits the damned, the lost,
The unforgiven fools,
To pay the piper... and the cost
Of breaking all God's rules...
The Antichrist shook hands and smiled
At converts young and old
And with his lying lips defiled
Each fool that would be told...
A thousand credits to each man,
A bar of gold as well...
A pittance if you knew his plan:
Eternity in Hell...
Denis Martindale, copyright, February 2012.
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Where Shadows Fall
Behold the shadow at my back
As to the sun I face,
Just there behind and keeping track
And all my deeds to trace...
As if a witness without eyes
With records safely kept,
Of when I woke and then to rise
And then returned and slept...
Behold the shadow at my side
As by the sun I stood,
As if it were my conscience guide
Alerting to God's good...
As if a comfort on the way,
Companion, soulmate, friend...
Forever with me day-by-day
Until life's journey's end...
Behold my shadow dead ahead
As from Earth's sun I walk,
To meet the Lord, the One who bled...
Once there, with Christ to talk...
My spirit body starts to glow...
Now perfect without flaw!
Then my fading, faithful shadow
Bids, 'Good-bye' forever more...
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The Terrors Of Tomorrow
Behold the prophecies foretold:
Terrors of tomorrow...
To live and watch each one unfold,
Feasts of joy and sorrow,
Mid Spring and Summer, Autumn, too,
With Winter as before,
Until one man comes into view...
He's rotten to the core...
When babies walk, he's learnt to run,
In time, he's learnt to fly...
For you behold the Devil's Son,
The Master of the lie.
With sorceries and ancient spells,
Dark secrets hid in time,
Commanding legions from the hells,
Well versed in death and crime...
What use are lies for short term gains?
They feed our bellies now...
Praise God, God's Spirit still restrains
The beast's mark on each brow...
If not for judgement, all is lost,
The world itself laid bare,
For every soul must count the cost,
Of beast lies be aware...
Till Christ returns, Jerusalem
Will seem as all alone,
This royal city stays God's gem,
Protected from His Throne...
Unprotected by lucky charms,
Though valley victims pray,
Woe unto those who take up arms,
They live their final day...
Denis Martindale, copyright, the 11th hour of 11/11/2011.
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Nemesis
Behold the gracious Nemesis,
With white quill in her hand...
She wrote with this all things amiss,
So all would understand...
She took the lives the Gods despised,
She flew to hunt them down,
Delighting when they stared surprised
Upon her purple gown...
Behold the ancient Nemesis,
With silver sword at rest...
Who brought men bliss, then the Abyss
When justice stirred her breast...
When golden-winged she flew above
And circled them below...
Denouncing them for lack of love,
She made their lifeforce go...
Behold the Doomsday Nemesis,
With compass by her side...
Yes, there she is! Life's final kiss!
For there's no place to hide!
She stalks the callous and the cold,
The vicious and the vile...
The final sight that they behold
Is Nemesis's smile...
Denis Martindale, copyright, November 2010.
This poem is based on the Nemesis painting by
Jessica Galbreth found on enchanted-art-dot-com
Shortcut to the artwork: tinyurl-dot-com/nemesisart
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Lo And Behold
I pulled out for San Anton',
I never felt so good.
My woman said she'd meet me there
And of course, I knew she would.
The coachman, he hit me for my hook
And he asked me my name.
I give it to him right away,
Then I hung my head in shame.
Lo and behold! Lo and behold!
Lookin' for my lo and behold,
Get me outa here, my dear man!
I come into Pittsburgh
At six-thirty flat.
I found myself a vacant seat
An' I put down my hat.
"What's the matter, Molly, dear,
What's the matter with your mound?"
"What's it to ya, Moby Dick?
This is chicken town!"
Lo and behold! Lo and behold!
Lookin' for my lo and behold,
Get me outa here, my dear man!
I bought my girl
A herd of moose,
One she could call her own.
Well, she came out the very next day
To see where they had flown.
I'm goin' down to Tennessee,
Get me a truck 'r somethin'.
Gonna save my money and rip it up!
Lo and behold! Lo and behold!
Lookin' for my lo and behold,
Get me outa here, my dear man!
Now, I come in on a ferris wheel
An' boys, I sure was slick.
I come in like a ton of bricks,
Laid a few tricks on 'em.
Goin' back to Pittsburgh,
Count up to thirty,
Round that horn and ride that herd,
Gonna thread up!
Lo and behold! Lo and behold!
Lookin' for my lo and behold,
Get me outa here, my dear man!
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The Belief Of A Thief
Behold the cruel cross of Christ!
Two lost souls balanced there!
But only one thief realised
Christ was beyond compare!
Consider three men hoisted high,
Secured, nowhere to go...
Yet Jesus knew why He must die
And why He suffered so...
Behold the Man, the Son of God,
Whom Judas had betrayed,
The Saviour, Jesus, shedding blood
For sinners who had strayed...
Good Shepherd dying for His sheep,
Indeed, the Sinners' Friend,
While John and Mary vigil keep,
Until the very end!
Behold the crowd at safety's length,
Accepting what was done
And witness to the fading strength
Of victims one-by-one...
Yet suddenly, one thief had faith,
Beyond this deadly hour,
When He asked Jesus Christ to save,
Acknowledging His power!
'Remember me, when You receive
Your Kingdom when You die! '
Lord Jesus said, 'This day we leave...
To Paradise, we fly! '
Like them, we know that death is near,
Yet Heaven waits above!
The Gospel Truth is crystal clear...
In Christ, the King of Love!
Denis Martindale, copyright, March 2012.
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The Solution Is Love
I dreamt a dream one lonely night when God revealed to me
A time of anguish, not delight, a time of agony...
The Spirit led me to a place my heart was loathe to go...
And there I saw the Saviour's face with blood that God let flow...
I saw a river trail away from that one source above...
And then I heard the Saviour say, 'Behold the One you love...'
I stood, then knelt, then bowed my head, acknowledging my Lord...
The One I knew would soon be dead so I could live assured.
For He would die, my soul to save, upon this day of days...
A righteous God my sins to waive and love me for always...
The Spirit led me here and now to view the world again,
To all the sins God must allow, committed by all men...
'Reflect on judgments God must send to shake the Earth below!
For they forsake the Sinner's Friend and watch each Easter go...
Still dead in sins, from king to prince, still proud and fancy free,
With hardened hearts as sharpened flints for all eternity...
Unless they love the Lord like you, what hope will they receive...
Unless one of the Chosen Few the day they first believe? '
'So I send you, like Brother Paul, like Peter, James and John...
Tell them the Good News meant for all, before their lives are gone! '
Then I awoke, revitalised, renewed with faith once more...
Now was the time to preach of Christ, His blessings to outpour...
Each day I pause, His Cross to see! I kneel and look above...
To hear His words He spoke to me... 'Behold the One you love...'
Denis Martindale, December 2009.
The poem was written on seeing
the Christian ministry work of
thesolutionislove-dot-com
on Revelation/Genesis TV here in the UK.
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The Gentle Joy Of Jesus
The gentle joy of Jesus Christ was shown in every smile,
From when the Lord was first baptised, He walked the extra mile.
The Holy Spirit blessed God's Son and those God chose to heal,
For Jesus prayed, 'Thy will be done! ' each time He paused to kneel.
To think, that Jesus walked this Earth, of all the worlds to grace.
To think, God chose to prove His worth, so we might seek His face.
Just think, of all God chose to share, eternal life and more,
Through Him who died, our sins to bear... such truths fill us with awe.
The world spins still as time ticks by... two thousand years of love.
Two thousand years to God must fly, as He looks down above...
Yet God will send His Son again, to rule the whole world wide!
Once more, but only God knows when, with signs to be our guide.
Behold the times in which we live, they mirror Noah's day,
Yet God is ready to forgive repenting souls who pray.
From Hell to Heaven, each must choose, damnation or rewards?
Salvation means Good News! Good News! In Christ, the Lord of Lords!
Denis Martindale, copyright, March 2011.
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Guardians Of The Den
Behold the untamed meerkats there
Now side-by-side on guard,
As if the whole wide world to dare,
As if all else were barred...
Each stare's just meant to make it clear,
'Clear off, the lot of you!
There's no-one here who wants you here!
So you know what to do! '
Bravado's such a wondrous thing
In ones as small as these,
As if to leave us wondering,
Can they do as they please?
For each one's a tiny meerkat
And not that tall in height!
So who are they, to make us scat,
To scarper left and right?
To you and I, they're not that strong,
Courageous, yes, but weak,
To fight with them would just seem wrong,
Their faces look so meek...
Let's let them be all they can be,
Just visit now and then,
So we can come back soon to see
The guardians of the den...
Denis Martindale, copyright, December 2012.
The poem is based on the magnificent painting
by Stephen Gayford called 'Guardians Of The Den'.
More Stephen Gayford poems here:
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I Will Branch Out
Behold the man who is the seed,
Behold the woman who is the bud,
Behold the child who is the fruit,
And, behold the muse of love which has now become the branch!
For, we can now see the benefit of true love.
I will branch out from my place to touch your heart with my love,
For if there is no loser in a game, there will be no winner in this life;
So, just give me cold water to quench my thirst.
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