The Question Of Life
The Little One sought answers, too.
The elders gave advice.
Not satisfied if truths were true,
If wisdoms were so wise...
The Little One went on his way,
To find life's meaning there,
Beyond the words he heard that day
That left him unaware.
The Little One was told at last,
By one old precious voice,
Grandfather's words left him aghast,
'Your life end's not your choice...'
But then he saw his own old face,
The Old One spoke and said,
'My Little One, it's no disgrace,
Life lasts until you're dead...'
The Little One observed these truths,
The Old One carried on...
'We make our choices while we're youths
Until all youth has gone...
We choose our lifelong destinies,
From thoughts within the mind,
Yet blessed much more than victories
Are hearts we leave behind...'
The Little One now understood,
He saw Man's pain and strife...
He saw the hopes and dreams were good,
Just like the Tree of Life...
From fashioned turquoise in a frame,
A circle for a home,
Was formed a pendant to proclaim
This truth each day we roam...
The Tree of Life bids us recall,
That we must live life well...
To stand up straight and then walk tall,
Through futures none can tell...
Like trees that bend when storms are strong
Yet stand the test of time...
Let's live our lives our whole lives long,
Because life is sublime...
Denis Martindale, copyright January 2011.
Peter Simon of bid.tv's UK Shopping channel
explained the legend of the Little One and the
creation of the little turquoise tree pendant.
poem by Denis Martindale
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Life Goes Around
Music :rudolf schenker
Lyrics:klaus meine
Youre climbing up the ladder on this shaking monkey tree.
Dreams are coming true that are just far beyond belief.
Youre facing every storm thats blowing right into your face.
What happened was its waiting that youre falling in disgrace.
You really never know.
But life will always go
Around, around, around, around
Around, around, around, around
Around, around, around, life goes around.
Your heading for tomorrow for the better days in life.
But you can only make it if you stand the test of time.
You really never know.
But life will always go
Around, around, around, around
Around, around, around, around
Around, around, around, life goes around.
Just put a china in your pocket
Keep it in there as long as you can.
Take the magic and just lock it.
Where youll still find the boy inside of man, inside of man, inside of man.
You really never know.
But life will always go
Around, around, around, around
Around, around, around, around
Around, around, around, life goes around.
Well, you know sometimes life doesnt go straight.
It doesnt go left.
It doesnt go right.
Sometimes it just goes nowhere.
But in the end,
Life goes around.
Around, around, around, around
Around, around, around, around
Around, around, around, life goes around.
Around, around, around, around
Around, around, around, around
Around, around, around, life goes around.
song performed by by Scorpions
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Verses of Truth
This will stand the test of time, a poem of Truth with added rhyme,
They are Truths, from God’s Word; Bible Truths we all have heard.
And nothing has been added to, the words of Truth from me to you,
God’s the One to be stressed, and Christ who passes Eternal tests.
The Lord starts by giving life to us, creating all men out of the dust,
Creating man in the image of God, to put us over the earth we trod,
Over all the creatures that we see, created by The God of Eternity,
Created to live forever, to never die, up until Satan, to man had lied.
With man listening to Satan friend, his life on earth now would end,
And sin had brought an awful price, for man had to leave Paradise.
Shut out from God’s original plan, and all He had prepared for man,
And left to live out a temporal life, upon this earth of pain and strife.
For all received from God a curse, so all life ahead was only worse,
So now Adam like the rest of us, would soon return back to the dust.
But God’s Grace did rise above, sin’s awful curse through His Love,
Whom He would send to everyone, in Christ His Only Begotten Son.
Jesus Christ who died upon a cross, to pay sin’s price for all the lost.
By Satan’s lie men were deceived, but in God’s Son we can believe.
And with the rhymes in this poem, I point all to God’s Eternal Home,
Where all men can live Eternal Life, by faith in His Son Jesus Christ.
(Copyright ©02/2007)
One More Time
There must be something you can recommend.
Ive lost my faith in man again
So sick of trying to pretend.
Same pain over and over again
How much longer do you think well stand.
So little left here to live for
By the time my life is at its end.
[chorus]
I want it back one more time
Let me try one more time.
Live my life one more time
We never seem ready for this
It keeps on haunting me day after day. am i
Going about things the right way
Which truths to pass and with which truths to say
Its all so hard Im just so damn afraid
Had about as much as I can take.
So little left here to live for
By the time my life is at its end.
Ill want it back
[chorus]
I need the chance to live my life one more time
Give me the chance to live my life one more time
song performed by by Flaw
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My Tree Of Life
Once a seedling
Well nourished and fed,
Now a giant elm
In my garden bed.
I've sheltered this tree
From wind and rain,
Watched it grow,
And kept it from pain.
This great big elm,
So important to my life,
Signifies my past;
It symbolizes my strife.
When I grow weary
Of dealing with my pain,
I turn to my tree
Realizing I have much to gain.
My tree has scars
And it's bark grows rough,
But day after day
It's just never enough.
You see at my tree
Life throws rain,
And at my tree,
Life throws pain.
It's these things though,
My tree needs to live.
For, it's these hardships
Life has to give.
So just like my tree,
I'll learn to move on.
I'll soak up the storms
Until I'm gone.
poem by Candika Niada
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I came upon a wishing tree...
Just for a little fun...!
I came upon a wishing tree
Whilst walking out one day
It spoke to me as i passed by
It had a lot to say
'Dear boy' says tree with deepest tone
'Your brow looks like my bark!
Such frown you wear upon your face
What thoughts think you so dark? '
Startled by a tree that talks
I stopped dead in my tracks
'How does a tree so talk to me? '
I needed all the facts.
'As i declare don't think me rude
That i must stop and stare,
For tree's that speak confuse me so,
In fact it's awfully rare! '
The tree just laughed as well he might
For i was stood aghast,
He chortled 'I'm the first you'll see
And certainly the last! '
'Well' says I 'if truth be told
My brow is very furrowed,
For life has taken me to task
My luck has all been borrowed'
'Well here's the thing' said wishing tree,
'Come hither and be jolly,
For I grant wishes one, two, three
Though lose them at your folly'
So wishes 3 i made for me
My life changed in a second
So take advice and be so nice
To wishing tree when beckoned! .
poem by Dave James
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An Eternal Choice
We come into life with no choice, simply born as girls and boys.
We are born of a man and wife, through whom we enter into life,
They become Mom and Dad, teaching us what’s good and bad.
Making the early choices for us, as the people that we can trust,
To guide us in our early life, steering us from the pain and strife.
They make all the decisions too, of what we can and cannot do,
As they help us all to grow, learning the things we need to know.
Preparing children for a time, when choices are yours and mine.
They know there’s coming a day, when we’ll go a separate way,
When children leave their home, to make choices on their own.
As you live out your early days, you follow in your parent’s ways,
The choices early on in life, may not have included Jesus Christ.
When we leave that chosen path, we may invite a parent’s wrath,
In spite of your parent’s reproof, you must choose Words of Truth.
For when God’s Truth is ignored, we need to then seek The Lord.
Although from the very start, parents indeed have a critical part,
Many following their own heart, from their early ways will depart.
There is no bigger choice friend, than that of a man’s eternal end.
A choice that’s a personal one, when believing in God’s Only Son,
For the only way to eternal life, is choosing the gift of Jesus Christ.
The parents of girls and boys, can’t make a child’s eternal choice,
Even if they known the Only Way, it is a decision you must make.
No one can make for you or me, the one choice regarding eternity.
That choice in which you believe, must be made before you leave,
And only with this eternal choice, when you leave, will you rejoice.
(Copyright ©06/2006)
Love Poem For A Friend
All the joy that was in your eyes.
Has been replaced by sorrow.
If you can’t live life for today.
I worry for your tomorrow.
The rear view mirror is where you stare.
Not on the road ahead.
You don’t live a life of the living.
You live a life of the dead.
For the past is gone and won’t return.
Today is all you’ve got.
You seek the things you do not have.
But you really have a lot.
There are 3 boys who are crazy about you.
You truly are our world.
We’d sacrifice everything we are for you.
You are our special girl.
Life’s got you down, but you’re not beat.
You’re stronger than you think.
So take our love, our gift to you.
So that your heart won’t shrink.
When you fall, I’ll pick you up.
I’ll carry you through this life.
I’ll take your pain and sorrow.
And all your ills and strife.
When you’re ready to walk again.
I’ll help you walk and hold your hand.
You carried me when I fell down.
Until I was strong enough to stand.
So now my love, my time has come.
To stand tall for my best friend.
All the pain I know I’ll feel from you.
Will be worth it in the end.
poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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Mad For Poetry
When your brain becomes befuddled,
You don't do all that's right,
Like computers when they're muddled,
Going slow and none too bright.
Like some lovely information
That's there yet can't be traced,
Then the constant consternation,
Still there or now erased?
The mind plays tricks before collapse,
Solutions ready-made,
Like brand new answers filling gaps
Because the truths have strayed...
It's then I turn to poetry,
For hope inside some verse,
As if the poets penned for me
Some sentiments to nurse...
So I'll sit down and go online
For thoughtful thoughts to read
That God has somehow helped design
So that I, too, take heed...
Some funny rhyme will lift my heart,
I'll giggle for a while
And God grants me a brand new start,
As if to make me smile...
Sometimes I'll write a poem, too!
Perhaps a dream to share,
Or some insight, some point of view,
Some words that form a prayer...
My publisher will then decide,
To publish or to ditch,
So far, this fact I'd rather hide,
I don't think I'll get rich...
But poetry has helped me out,
It's like a part-time friend
Reminding me what life's about
And secrets God can send...
Another poet shares his life,
His moments good and bad
And how he's conquered all his strife,
Been healed and now he's glad...
The world's so full of pilgrim souls,
One life to live on Earth,
One life that only God controls,
That's planned before our birth...
The good, the bad, the in-between,
The humdrum days as well...
And from the poems that I've seen,
What stories God could tell!
Denis Martindale, copyright, January 2012.
The poem's based on learning that here in the UK
there's the Community Channel on Sky Digital 539,
which is currently sharing a show that's called
Mad For Poetry. People telling us how they've
been affected by some writer's poetry...
If the writer's been blessed and the reader's been
blessed, that's what I call The Double Blessing.
poem by Denis Martindale
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My Heart Is Ready
Be witness, good Gethsemane, great garden of My God,
Who fashioned this very body, its arteries and blood,
Who took the stars and made My eyes, put sunshine in My smiles
And now compels Me realise this world and Satan's wiles...
Be witness, good Gethsemane, great garden, day and night,
That I behold My Calvary, yet I must not take flight,
The coward's path has nought to gain, as faith bids Me to stay,
Till Judas sells My soul in vain before the end of day...
Be witness, good Gethsemane, great garden, truly blessed,
Where life still blossoms gracefully surviving every test,
For I am like the Tree of Life transplanted on a hill,
With fruits and flowers healing strife according to God's will.
Be witness, good Gethsemane, of Christ, the great I AM
And His triumphant tragedy, Good Shepherd and God's Lamb,
None other pleases Him to die, atoning for Man's sins,
Though Man himself cries, 'Crucify! ' and kills the Precious Prince...
Be witness, good Gethsemane, of life then death and more,
According to God's prophecy, appeasement to His Law,
One righteous act, one life, one soul, one duty to perform,
Till I have served this mortal role, My blood no longer warm...
Be witness, good Gethsemane, of all these truths to learn,
Yet mark My words, My destiny is that I must return,
For Death has feeble threads to hold the Holy Son of Man...
My heart is ready to unfold My Father's perfect plan...
poem by Denis Martindale
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Choices
Some choices that we make in life, are not centered on Jesus Christ.
We ignore the voice we hear inside, as Christ’s Truth we push aside.
But at the time we believe in Christ, He becomes the center of our life.
From then on it can not be denied, that from The Lord we can not hide.
We need to glorify Christ all through, everything in life we say and do.
All the choices we make each day, must reflect that we know The Way.
Friend, do our choices and our ways, lift up to The Lord Eternal Praise?
Or do we mix darkness with light, and say to our self, it seems alright?
Check with Christ before you choose, and dear friend, you will not lose.
For Christ gave us His Word to use, when we embraced His Good News.
And we must live in accord with Him, to avoid in life what could be sin.
My friend, we must walk in New Life, if we profess to know Jesus Christ.
Christ also gave us His Spirit inside, and He is for us an Eternal Guide.
He guides us in all Truth my friend, and in His leading we can depend.
And The Spirit we can not grieve, making ill choices we may conceive.
Follow The Spirit’s lead my friend, and you will have peace in the end.
Remember Jesus made a choice for you, that wasn’t easy for Him to do.
He chose to give His life for you and I, so we could live with Him on high.
And from Him we receive New Birth, to live anew while upon this earth,
So we can live our present life, to draw other men to New Life in Christ.
God’s Word
Living out the Truths we’ve heard, comes in obeying God’s Holy Word,
As the Word of God dwells in us, when we live our life for Christ Jesus.
We can live our lives in Christ’s Love, as we focus on our Savior above,
In this world, to live our life higher, God’s Word needs to be our desire,
Through the Word of God’s Wisdom, we’re fit to serve in His Kingdom.
All men will wither to fall like grass, but, God’s Word shall forever last,
God’s Word will last forevermore, with Truth eternally certain and sure.
The Lord’s promises will fail never, as His Holy Word shall last forever,
The Word of God will empower, the life of believers each day and hour,
Power that’s been revealed by God, to guide us upon this earthly sod.
Only God’s Word can fill your soul, to make one’s life pure and whole,
God’s Holy Word can purify the lives, of every believer in Jesus Christ.
It is God’s Word that changes men, filling hearts and cleansing them,
With Living Water from the Lord, while blessing in our heart is poured,
To keep our life on this earth pure, from a source that’ll forever endure.
Following men we falter and fail, but, living God’s Word we will prevail,
To live for God’s Kingdom friend; a new life in Christ which has no end.
The Word of God is available to all, who’ve been freed from man’s fall,
For one to begin a New Life in Him, Christ, who saved us from our sin,
To live according to God’s Word, those eternal Truths that we’ve heard.
(Copyright ©08/2008)
Life..?
A life that I live for my dreams,
A life that will extend far beyond my realms..
A life to live without anything to fear,
A life to fulfill the wishes of my dear...
A life that has meaning even though not understood my most..
A life like a wave, stumbling to reach the coast..
A life of solitude desired by none,
A life of peace in search of someone..
A life that in size small might be,
A life which forever, end will never see..
A life in which luxuries might not be there,
A life in which happiness is everywhere..
A life in which the value is of time,
A life till its end will always be mine..
poem by Abhishek Shah
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Of The Light
Sometimes in this life I need to be, a quiet light for all to see,
Not flickering of words to hear, but, that light with Jesus near,
To be for God one quiet flame, by the power of Jesus’ Name,
A light for God in any place; maintained in His love and grace.
When to dark places, I must go; it is His Light I need to show,
Indeed the light of Jesus Christ, shown to a very troubled life,
When even in the darkest hour, His Light is the ultimate power,
To help a darkened heart to see, what one life in Christ can be.
If the time seems not so right, what may be needed is the light,
The Light of God’s Holy Truth, for others, as we’re living proof,
Of the power of, God’s Word, from truths that they have heard,
From truths you have expressed, when at this time light is best.
When Eternal Truths we proclaim, in the Power of God’s Name,
In those times, somewhat dark, The Lord’s Light leaves a mark,
Deep upon the heart, of a man, this, as we live out God’s Plan,
To be the Lord’s salt and light, while in this world dark as night.
When God’s Word, we do heed, sometimes light is all we need,
This as God’s Holy Spirit moves, upon a soul that He reproves,
Moving upon that soul’s heart, with God’s Truth He shall impart,
Through the light within our life, as we truly live for Jesus Christ.
(Copyright ©12/2011)
Woman Of The Wise
I hear your words from down the years
Old woman of the wise.
Since last we met, I've had my share
Of laughter and of tears.
My mind when still, will enter space
Wherein you counselled me.
' Discretion is of valour best'
I clearly see your face,
Those words you uttered long ago,
Still live with me always,
And as I have quested o'er the years
I now know that they are so.
Now I plough my furrows deep and long
Always to myself be true.
I remember as I walk through life,
How you taught me to be strong.
You showed me how to shine my light.
No anger or judgment hold,
I've come to live this concept true,
For justice alone to fight.
Only in our own truth can we stand,
And our lives for ourselves, must we lead.
So I'm true to myself and the Universe wide,
Still to others I hold out a hand.
poem by Rosi Caswell
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Thanks for visiting
from the crowded shopping malls to the quiet corners of the homes
we roam alone living the life bestowed upon us
every now and then we connect with strange souls
some were brief encounters and some where friendships bloomed
together they become the very elements that defines our fleeting life
everyone we met through chance and fate
teaches us a thing or two during of their stay
we met millions of people in our lives but
only a few were allowed to help make & walk our courses and
only one or two can leave imprints that dictate whatever may come
thanks to those that came and left, leaving us gratified
thanks to those that came and left, leaving us shattered
and thanks to those that came and never left, leaving us feeling loved
and thanks to those whom we have yet to meet
everything we do and every choice that we make takes us a step closer to the truth
we share, we learn, and sometimes we just observe and take no actions
we came alone and will leave alone
it’s the times in between that we had company
so thanks to those that came along and
gave meaning and depth to our evanescent existence
The Smallest Leaf
Consider the way of smallest leaf
That grows on the biggest tree
Humbly serving in the life it lives
Just from planting a tiny seed
Serving from the lowest to the highest branch
With total faith to the tasks it’s given
Devoted to dress the naked tree
By the reason that it is living
Enduring the rush of unnatural storms
As the whistling wind sustains its blow
And loyal it hangs through the burning heat
As its maturity starts to show
While its colors adorn the autumn trees
And a new season begins
Where drooping trees portray the scene
That its life is near the end
A call to destiny pulls the leaf
From all thoughts of what could be
Replaced by a bud that will grow in time
As the tree hopes for a bigger leaf
Strong stands the tree that rejects the leaf
After a lifetime of servitude
Though it serves no more value on the tree
The tree still needs it for food.
poem by Kelvin Gene Lee I
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Living Higher
I need to live my life much higher, much higher than my former life.
To walk with Jesus is my desire, to walk each day like Jesus Christ.
And when I walk through the fire, to remember He was my sacrifice.
As at the time it was His desire, to pay for all men the ultimate price.
However, I must remember friend, the former life from where I came.
Back where God did condescend; saving me from my sin and shame.
With a Love, one can’t comprehend, and now my life is not the same.
And it’s His love that I recommend, and with my life, Christ I proclaim.
I need to be a witness every day, for Jesus Christ, who died for me,
And I need to walk that narrow way, so it is only Jesus men will see.
This as I choose the words I say, so men they may think on eternity.
As soon He’ll come without delay, returning in Power and Authority.
I’m saved by Grace from the night, with a message of light to herald.
Friend, now I am called to be a light, within a dark and gloomy world.
To boldly speak a Truth that’s right, even as men’s insults are hurled.
For soon all will see God’s might, when Christ’s Kingdom is unfurled.
My friend, the only thing sure in life, is that one day this life will end.
What is more than sound advice, is where in eternity will you spend?
If you desire to have Eternal Life, you need to know Christ my friend.
But if you choose to reject Christ, you alone shall stand condemned.
(Copyright ©01/2006)
Maasai Country
Across the hills, across the plains,
The Maasai people roam,
Sometimes to pause for short term gain,
Sometimes to build a home...
They hate our modern stress and strife
And flash technology,
They'd much prefer the simpler life,
The way life's meant to be.
Their vibrant coloured garments share
The fashion sense they own...
They have an independent air,
Such that they are well-known...
They fight for rights they still possess,
Just like all people do...
They want their share of happiness,
The old ways and the new.
What right have we to undermine
The ways they've lived for years?
What right have we to think it's fine
To bring their children tears?
So live and let live, that's my stance,
Our world is theirs as well...
Together we all stand a chance,
Each with a tale to tell...
Denis Martindale, copyright, February 2011.
The poem is based on the magnificent painting
by Stephen Gayford called 'Maasai Country'.
More Stephen Gayford poems here:
denis-martindale-dot-blogspot-dot-com
poem by Denis Martindale
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Home Life
I think I'm gonna stay home
Have myself a home life
Sitting in the slow-mo
And listening to the daylight
I am not a nomad
I am not a rocket man
I was born a housecat
By the slight of my mother's hand
I think I'm gonna s tay home
I want to live in the center of a circle
I want to live on the side of a square
I used to be in my M-Z now
You'll never find me cause my name isn't there
Home life
Been holding out for the home life
My whole life
I want to see the end game
I want to learn her last name
Finish on a Friday
And sit in traffic on the highway
See, I refuse to believe
That my life's gonna be
Just some string of incompletes
Never to lead me to anything remotely close to a home life
Been holding out for the home life
My whole life
I can tell you this much
I will marry just once
And if it doesn't work
Giver her half of my stuff
It's fine with me
We said eternity
And I will go to my grave
With just the life that I gave
Not just some melody line
On a radio wave
It dissipates
And soon evaporates
But home live doesn't change
I want to live in the center of a circle
I want to live on the side of a square
I'd love to walk to where we both can talk but
I've got to leave you cause my ride is here
Home life
You keep the home life
You take the home life
I'll come back for the home life
I promise
song performed by by John Mayer
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Blessings To Heed
What a Blessed thing indeed, to hear God’s Word and to heed,
Many Awesome Truths of God, wherever you do presently trod,
The Truth of God that sets you free, is available to you and me,
And The Holy Spirit I received, when His Saving Truth I believed.
God’s Truths will guide us then, when we indeed are Born Again,
As we heed The Word spoken of, we’re Born Again from above,
Given on earth, a brand-new life, through The Lord, Jesus Christ,
New Life, that includes Eternity, provided for us through Calvary.
Then as we walk in God’s Truth, we become God’s Living Proof,
That God indeed changes men, when in Christ we’re Born Again,
Allowing us live beyond this world, as God’s Truths are unfurled,
His Truths about eternal things, when True Light His Spirit brings.
Blessings begin coming our way, as we walk with Him every day,
Blessings that will truly flow, when in The Word we begin to grow,
When hiding His Word in our heart, God’s peace shall not depart,
Even when uncertainty appears, the Word of God calms all fears.
Earthly comfort’s fleeting friend, but, God’s blessings never end,
Promises in God’s Word you’ll see, will carry well on into Eternity,
As you heed the words of Christ, and let God’s Word fill your life,
God will fill you with His Love, preparing you for blessings above.
(Copyright ©02/2011)