No Man's Land
Not to an angel but a friend
He turned at the day's bitter end.
It was so comforting to feel
Some one was near, to see him kneel
By the deep shell-hole's edge: to know
He was not left to the fierce foe.
This soldier who had eased his head
And staunched the flow where it had bled,
Who made a pillow of his breast
Where the poor tossing head might rest,
Wore a young face he used to know
Yesterday, some time, long ago.
The night's cold it was bitter enough,
But who shall keep the fierce Day off?
And must he lie, be burnt and baked
In the hot sands, with lips unslaked? --
Will no one give him dews and rain?
Lord, send the frozen night again!
But here's the one who comforted!
No angel, but a boy instead,
Slender and young, above him leans:
The sands are changed to tender greens;
He hears the wind in the sycamore
Sing a low song by his mother's door.
Such tender touches to his wound,
Such loving arms to clasp him round,
Until they find him the third day!
The stretcher-bearers heard him say,
Don't leave me, Denis! I am here.'
Denis? But Denis died last year!
He will maintain that Denis was
Beside him in his bitter case,
Denis more beautiful and gay
Than in the dear, remembered day:
God sent no angel, but a friend
To save him at the bitter end.
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Savannah Slumber
Sometimes a lioness must sleep
Despite her cubs in-tow,
Into the Land of Nod to creep,
With eyelids hanging low...
And long deep breaths soon come around
To signal her retreat,
Until she hears a purring sound
From one cub small and sweet...
She almost made it! Both eyes closed!
'What now! ? ' she thinks once more,
Yet her young scamp has just imposed,
So how can she ignore?
Can't someone else please help her out?
They look the other way...
Alas, there's not one friend about!
How typical today!
She still pretends she's fast asleep!
But he's a pesky pest!
Despite the fact she's like a heap,
I don't think he's impressed!
So up she gets, left paw, right paw,
Then back legs follow suit...
Now's not the time to sleep and snore!
'Hey, Mum, don't I look cute! ? '
Denis Martindale, copyright, October 2012.
The poem is based on the magnificent painting
by Stephen Gayford called 'Savannah Slumber'.
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Proud Mother
Within this world of wondrous things,
Snow leopards learn to live...
From gentle cubs, as underlings,
To parents, life to give.
To each his own, that's how it goes,
The male and female breed,
Such that new life within her grows,
Until they, too, are freed...
Then all at once those cubs must learn
What life is all about,
And thus, in time, respect to earn,
No longer rules to flout...
They choose to serve within a team,
Survival to ensure,
No matter if through acts extreme
That shake us to the core...
Their mother is their constant guide
And yet their closest friend.
That's why she looks on them with pride
Until the bitter end...
For she's known love and she's known death
And yearns to stay alive...
Until she breathes her final breath,
She'll help them to survive...
Denis Martindale, copyright, January 2011.
The poem is based on the magnificent painting
by Stephen Gayford called 'Proud Mother'.
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Please Respect The Elderly!
Please respect the elderly!
Learn patience day-by-day...
A little love from you and me
Can go a long, long way!
God's love towards Mankind goes on
For all eternity
And when His children must pass on,
He treats them tenderly...
Please respect the elderly!
No matter, fit or frail...
A soothing word or pleasantry,
Is hardly known to fail.
Lord Jesus died for one and all...
He died for young and old...
While young at heart we may walk tall,
In time, we're not so bold...
Please respect the elderly!
Is that too much to ask?
Our actions prove our courtesy,
Regardless of the task...
God hears the prayers of everyone,
No matter, rich or poor.
If we do things that must be done,
God couldn't ask for more...
Denis Martindale, copyright, June 2011
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Youth Got Mail
Her email was a bitter pill,
She was no more my friend,
I sat there mid a sudden chill
I thought would never end...
Her callous words ripped through my soul,
Like lightning bolts of death,
As if she'd lost all self-control
And so I held my breath...
I waited for a change of mind...
Was that her final dart?
Was there a second chance to find?
Perhaps a change of heart?
Then solemn days turned into weeks
And weeks turned into years,
Such that my heart no longer seeks
A sad return to tears...
So, I moved on, alone, of course,
Regrets to bear like scars
And though true love I'd once endorse,
Remorse makes that a farce...
The other day, I heard God's voice...
He whispered soft and low...
He said, 'My child, she made her choice...
It's time to let her go...'
Of course, I laughed at such advice,
The idea quite absurd,
But God gives time so we think twice
And then obey His word...
'O.K., ' I said, 'I set her free...
I pray You'll bless her still...'
That's when I felt the Lord touch me
To take away that chill...
Denis Martindale, copyright, August 2012.
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Lord Send My Angel
Lord send my angel
to sit at the foot of my bed
and shelter me from the crown of my head
Lord send my angel
to wake me in the love of Christ
to always conquer my days with peace and not strife
Lord send my angel
to watch over me all day long
as I go to and fro to keep me from all harm
Lord send my angel
who is powerful and strong
who shall guard my life forever long
Lord send my angel
and keep my angel dear and near
that I will feel no fear
Lord send my angel
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Waiting For Mother
Two tiger cubs with swishing tails
With so much still to learn,
As is the case, with all young males,
Awaited Mum's return...
At first, quite calm, no cause to fret,
No cause to sigh for now,
But soon spurred on by their regret,
Each wore a furrowed brow...
'She won't be long! ' they both agreed,
'No, no, not long at all...'
Could soothing comfort words succeed
When neither heard her call?
Impatiently they tapped their feet
And swished their tails again...
With nothing near or far to greet,
What use to count to ten?
'Oh, come on, Mum! ' they growled aloud!
No longer quite serene,
No longer brave, no longer proud,
Just acting being mean!
'This just won't do! ' But suddenly,
She stood there in plain sight!
'Oh, Mum, we missed you! What's for tea? '
How tactful... How polite!
Denis Martindale, copyright, February 2012.
The poem is based on the magnificent painting
by Stephen Gayford called 'Waiting For Mother'.
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The Revelation Of The Rapture
It seemed like any other day... No different than before,
Both good and bad and come what may, so who could ask for more?
Yet God knew better than the rest, the Rapture was in store,
Despite the fact nobody guessed, regardless, rich or poor.
Lord Jesus stood and left His Throne and every angel stared,
As He left God to rule alone, for this time now prepared
And every eye watched Jesus leave, as He God's children spared,
It was as if no angel breathed, so fearful that none dared.
Now at the Pearly Gates Christ stood, as they were opened wide,
About to leave God's neighbourhood to prove He never lied.
The Holy Church on Earth has sensed the Groom comes for His Bride,
The world went on with its events, no Scriptures for a guide.
And then the twinkling of an eye! Saints snatched from east to west!
With panicked sinners asking why, as most of them weren't blessed!
With billions on the Internet, search engines there to test,
Mid falling tears of their regret, from fears they each expressed.
Somewhere, somehow, the saints had left, with Earth to pay the price,
As looters laughed at every theft in Satan's paradise...
The Antichrist was then revealed and worshipped as most wise,
Till new believers wouldn't yield, nor offer sacrifice.
But that is then and this is now! There's time to trust the Lord!
Still time to kneel and humbly bow! No sin to be ignored...
Still time to find the Cross of Christ! To pray for grace outpoured.
Still time! No need to be surprised! Just saved, your soul restored!
Denis Martindale, copyright, March 2012.
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The Jesus Journey!
Behold the precious birth of faith that stands the test of time,
Such that the Lord can truly save and prove Himself sublime!
With signs and wonders, answered prayers, with prophecies galore
That testify how much God cares for both the rich and poor...
With words of knowledge now and then, the Prophets shared His will,
Yet only one bled for all men and died on Calvary's Hill...
To think, that He alone can bless through all He sacrificed,
The Lamb of God grants happiness because He is the Christ...
Eternal Priest, Eternal King, Eternal Lord and Friend,
He means so much, yes, everything, the day we comprehend...
No other Name commands respect, for even angels kneel
Because they know this is correct beyond the love they feel...
No wonder, then, that even now, though centuries have past,
Someday each soul will have to bow, confessing Him at last...
And yet this day and every day believers praise the Lord,
Disciples calling Him the Way, the Journey now assured...
The Jesus Journey! Heavenbound and Holy Spirit led,
Anointing every sight and sound and through the Bible fed...
Good Shepherd, help us join your fold, set free, no longer chained...
The challenge stands for young and old, for sinner and for saint...
Denis Martindale, copyright, June 2012.
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We swallow greedily any lie that flatters us, but we sip only little by little at a truth we find bitter.
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We swallow greedily any lie that flatters us, but we sip little by little at a truth we find bitter.
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Delighting In Dolphins
God's dolphin came to me last night -
I dreamt it rescued me!
It came to help me in my plight
As I was in the sea!
No other soul appeared in view...
Yet loneliness was gone!
Once God had told it what to do
I wasn't on my own!
The dolphin smiled, extending love,
And helped to ease my mind...
Instinctively I reached above
And left my fears behind!
As I held on, it led the way,
From open sea to shore...
Then other dolphins came to play -
They thrilled me to the core!
Thus tears of joy began to fall,
Replenishing my faith!
By grace, God heard my plaintiff call
And sent a friend to save!
Now near the beach I swam the rest...
Then turned and blew a kiss...
I prayed the dolphins would be blessed,
For they had brought such bliss!
Then off they went, still leaping high -
Their joy of life's unique!
Though water-bound, they yearned to fly,
Another friend to seek!
Denis Martindale, copyright, April 2002.
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The Little Girl's Prayer
Please send me a fluffy angel to watch me when I sleep!
I know he'd be invisible, but it would help a heap!
Soft snowy wings just like a dove's, all shiny, glistening bright!
To prove to me how much God loves and cares for me each night!
It's not that I'm a scaredy cat, afraid to close my eyes!
I'm not a sad, precocious brat with tantrums, pouts and sighs!
I'm just a little girl who reads my Bible every day -
Who tries to do some noble deeds for folks along the way!
Please send me my fluffy angel - it's not too much to ask!
Ah, go on, I'm sure You're able! It's not too hard a task!
My noble spirit and my friend who'd stand nearby till dawn,
Till sacred night comes to an end and I wake up and yawn...
He'd be my angel, mine alone! My guardian while I dream!
A righteous dude to whom I'm known because I'm on God's team!
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My Precious Daughter
Have you met my precious daughter?
She's sometimes quite a hoot!
And although sometimes I've caught her,
Though naughty, she's so cute!
While I've done my best to reach her,
To save cash while she can,
God has also been her teacher,
To help her fellow man...
She made me proud the other day!
Donating to the poor,
She gave her savings all away
And thrilled me to the core!
To think she cared, unasked by me,
Unprompted, still she gave...
She sacrificed unselfishly,
The other lives to save...
Now that's what I believe worthwhile,
A noble sentiment...
That's when my child made me to smile,
For she was Heaven-sent...
I cherish her with all my heart,
She's daily in my prayers,
For giving proves a lifelong art,
From such as she who cares...
Children in need are precious, too,
But children can support,
The ones in need when they're in view,
It only takes some thought...
It's good to save, don't get me wrong!
We like expensive things!
Yet nothing makes the heart more strong
Than growing angels' wings!
So be an angel, when you can,
Bless charities you find,
It's when we help our fellow man
That we find peace of mind...
My darling daughter, comprehend,
You're precious in my sight!
God loves a cheerful giver, friend!
So give with all your might!
Denis Martindale, copyright, November 2011.
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The Angel Told Me
Our little girl walked in the house,
I knew something was wrong...
And that is why I told my spouse,
In case we must be strong...
Our daughter was a gentle child,
Not given to pretence,
Completely calm, not acting wild,
A credit to her friends...
That day was different, we could tell,
No smile upon her face,
As if amazed, she sat a spell,
Recalling what took place...
'I've seen an angel! ' she explained,
'His wings were ten feet wide! '
And when she spoke, her voice was strained,
As if choked up inside...
The Doctor came and heard her tale
When we had left the room,
When he returned, he looked so pale,
His face so full of gloom...
'She told me things nobody knew
Except myself alone!
Nobody else would have a clue,
There's no way she'd have known! '
We asked him what had happened next,
He gulped and cleared his throat...
As if his very soul was vexed
And with no antidote!
'She prophesied as she was told...
The angel that she met,
Has silver hair and wings of gold,
That's why she can't forget...'
'Has she gone mad! ? ' we asked him straight.
'My friends, no need to fear...
This is God's will, her chosen fate,
Of that be crystal clear! '
So we calmed down and went to her
And kissed her just the same,
She prophesied what would occur...
We praised our Saviour's name...
In time, the prophecies came true,
Just as the angel said...
We prayed, 'Lord tell us what to do,
So that we might be led...'
The Saviour's voice spoke soft and low
And we thanked God because,
Christ said, 'Tell everyone you know
Why I died on the Cross...'
Denis Martindale, copyright, February 2012.
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Arctic Wanderer
The arctic wastelands numb the bones
And wolves aren't yet immune,
Upon the winds you'll hear their groans
And moans that won't end soon...
For arctic wastelands test the souls
Of all who wander near,
As if to find out what controls
Their every thought and fear...
The arctic winds feel no remorse
As they go howling by,
They simply blow, maintain their course,
While all God's creatures sigh...
The wolf must wander like the wind
Along some unknown path,
For come the day he's left behind,
They'll write his epitaph...
For now, he lives, to face the storm,
To battle through each hour...
Remembering he once was warm,
But now he's feeling sour...
So woe betide whatever's found
That he can eat today!
His heart's turned cold, just like the ground
That hides what he calls prey...
Denis Martindale, copyright, November 2010.
The poem is based on the magnificent painting
by Stephen Gayford called 'Arctic Wanderer'.
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Mother's Pride
The lion cubs were all laid low
With heavy heads as proof,
Their golden coats were all aglow,
Yet now not one could move...
For there they were, as most cubs are,
When they've run round and round...
With each one thinking he's the star,
Yet now can't make a sound...
Their mother looked at this each day,
No longer quite surprised,
At first, she glared with some dismay,
Until she realised...
Now interlocked, just breathing in,
Not far from dreamland, friends...
With nothing more to prove or win,
Almost as daytime ends...
Their mother looked as eyelids sagged
Then fluttered for a while,
Then sniggered as their hot feet dragged...
Her memories made her smile...
For she was once as young as these,
Now humbled by the sun
And as she watched them take their ease,
She loved them, every one...
Denis Martindale, copyright, November 2011.
The poem is based on the magnificent painting
by Stephen Gayford called 'Mother's Pride'.
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First Flight
The eagle teetered on the ledge,
Its first flight dead ahead!
Surveying all, next to the edge,
Its young heart filled with dread!
But Nature whispered on the wind,
'Just take your time, my friend...'
And though the eagle's brain still spinned,
Its fears came to an end...
Then all at once, its heart was brave
And with one single bound,
It raised itself as if by faith,
Its wings above the ground!
And off it swooped, the maiden flight,
With courage fate decreed...
And gravity soon lost the fight
With thermals to succeed!
So up it flew the thermal swirl,
Cascading now and then...
Then onward, upward, twist and twirl,
Till coasting once again...
But, oh, the flying! That's first rate!
Although it feels so rash...
Of course, the landing's not that great,
First time it's with a crash!
To think, each eagle's forced to learn,
To wing-it, as it were...
And just like others, take its turn,
So miracles occur!
Who knows how high the eagles fly?
I'm jealous as can be!
But I'm no angel, just a guy...
I'll stick to poetry...
Denis Martindale, copyright, October 2011.
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Ain't Life Tedious?
'I don't know about you, sunshine,
But I think it's getting worse...
There was a time I thought things fine,
But now it's like a curse...'
'Us meerkats, always running round...
And looking left and right,
And scared to death of every sound,
Nerves shattered day and night! '
'The kids don't care! It's all a game!
We get no sympathy!
The faces change, yet life's the same
And that's what's bugging me! '
'Variety's the spice of life!
That's what the humans say!
But all I see is pain and strife...
Constant running away! '
'Just look at these short legs I've got,
I was taller last year!
And why must it always be hot?
Oh, dear, oh, dear, oh, dear! '
'The humans drink Pepsi and Coke!
I think we should complain!
God, this is a terrible joke! '
Then it poured down with rain...
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Thirsty
The lioness was mighty glad
To drink and slake her thirst,
Or else the sun would drive her mad,
As if the lass were cursed...
Two tiny cubs were tired out
And welcomed such relief,
They all felt joy beyond a doubt,
As if beyond belief...
Each precious sip like nectar soothed
Their parched throats deep within...
As if the Lord had somehow proved
That He would help them win...
Each had their place and purpose, too,
And God esteemed their worth.
So think, what greater point of view
Than God who made this Earth?
He made the lions, tigers, bears,
He made them one-by-one...
He made the Earth, He hears our prayers,
He knows what must be done...
That's why He grants the rain to fall,
The sun to keep us warm...
The water waits for one and all,
Regardless of their form...
Denis Martindale, copyright, December 2010.
The poem is based on the magnificent painting
by Stephen Gayford called 'Thirsty'.
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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.
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the Christian ministry work of
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