I am magnificent
Everywhere I go, I keep fighting
Thunder is striking with speed lightning
They try to put me down
Every time I'm around
I will not let them remove my crown
For I am magnificent
Worth every dollar, worth every cent
Everything I do
I do with a hundred and one percent
I am intelligent, benevolent with talent
I am the curious luminous genius
Waiting to explode before I am old
I am the teacher in battle with students
They keep ignoring what is evident
They say I have to learn
I strongly agree
We all do, now and then
They say I speak wrongly
I disagree strongly
If only they listen hard without prejudice
They will see things from another point of view
Yes it’s true, it’s nothing new
I am magnificent
They hate it when I display it blatantly
Their grim faces display such resent in that moment
But my words are intended to have only positive intent
I am magnificent
I am magnificent
I will not compromise my strength
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A bad or a good teacher
A bad teacher is negatively pessimistic
A good teacher is positively optimistic
A bad teacher swears all the time
A good teacher cares in their prime
A bad teacher passes on rude fear
A good teacher has on good ears
A bad teacher discourages
A good teacher encourages
A bad teacher despairs
A good teacher prepares
A bad teacher likes to bitch
A good teacher likes to teach
A bad teacher shouts every moment
A good teacher scouts for every talent
A bad teacher is up for crude devices
A good teacher is up for good advice
A bad teacher lets students fight on in the dark
A good teacher sets students on the right track
A bad teacher feeds on their looks
A good teachers reads many books
A bad teacher sings along with wrong faults
A good teacher brings along the right results
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Not guilty by the hour
‘Guilty or not guilty’, he asks
She says, ‘Not guilty by the hour’
Her face looking very sour
Not guilty by the day
If you look at things my way
I stand here a bruised flower
Helplessly ripped of all her power
Dreading been subjected
To another punishing shower
If today I am jailed
Then society has failed
It is he who should have been long nailed
So she says, ‘Not guilty by the hour’
Her face looking very sour
Not guilty by the day
If you look at things my way
Many a time I have cried
Knowing how hard I’ve tried
A victim of domestic violence
Dismissed by all as nonsense
Ignoring my pleas by pretence
Enduring yearly beatings and mental abuse
Even my public cries seemed to be of no use
As I stand before you all wrongly accused
With my very own hands
I have taken away a life
Without the use of a knife
But I’m not guilty by the hour
Her face looking very sour
Not guilty by the minute
If you take your time and sit
Examine every fact without prejudice bit by bit
Not guilty by the day
If you look at things my way
For with the drunkenness of a violent man
Sprung the madness of an innocent woman
Yet I profess to be hundred percent human
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The burning cars of France
Thirteen days have past
They are still rioting
Rioting and fighting
Will it last?
The burning cars of France
The town of wine and romance
Decorated with an appearance
Of a town that has just gone to war
Without any notice in advance
There was a time yesterday
When a life was priceless
I ask is it worth a thousand cars?
Is it worth tens of lifeless buildings?
The commoners are powerlessly crying
The fighting goes on
A PowerStation gave death to two
It also gave birth to
The burning cars of France
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O' Magnificent Light
O' Magnificent Light,
That shines brightly upon my life.
I beseech You,
With every breath I breathe.
I recognize 'that' which you are!
I can not deny Your importance to me.
O'Magnificent Light.
Sun stunning as you are.
From dawn until twilight.
I'm here to offer You,
My gratitude.
Each day and star crusted night.
O'Magnificent Light,
Shining brightly upon my life...
Blessed I receive You.
And the benefits of it!
Never could I sit...
Taking what You are,
As a gift I take for granted.
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Magnificent Song
I listened
To that magnificent song
Today
That the men
Had played
Inside his store
And that magnificent song
Had brought me memories
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Ode to the World
Human words cannot express your beauty
Even ‘Epic’ won’t be enough, I guarantee
Though you are quite spherical
And your resources drive humans hysterical
To me I see
A world with endless clarity
On your Land
Oh so grand
I see trees and the grass
All growing by the hourglass
Along with humans and species of fauna
Across the segments of magnificent Terra
The clouds way up there
Never looked oh so fair
The clouds of thunder
Looks as majestic as ever
What is lightning I say?
Get to close and die you may
Across to yonder view
The horizon acts like a glue
To the sky and to the sea
It is all so beautiful to me
Under the ocean is a world of blue
Where the air you breathe is absent
Go deep enough and say ‘Good bye’ to light too
Over there the world is different
But the beauty down there is beyond wonder
For some have not seen beyond yonder
The Land, the sea, the sky
Oh so low and so high
So large and magnificent
Looks so young, yet so ancient
So majestic for millions of years
So many happiness and so many tears
There is nothing more that I could have hurled
But only one ode to the world
Guide me to your Heart
What will it take?
for Heavens sake
to convince you
I will not be a mistake
Take my hands
Guide me to your heart
I may not be perfect
Take time to reflect
Before you insert
A barrier between us
Don't turn this
Into a big fuss
Can you not see?
what is real?
Can you not smell
the freshness of the open sea
Can you not feel
the love sensation here
That is about to explode
Why not let me unlock that heart
With your golden secret code
Guide me to your Heart
It is worth the risk
I want to whisk
you off to my magic land
So that you can feel
The true meaning of love
Like a white flying dove
For once
Trust your intuition
This is not a marriage
or an institution
I want to be there for you
When you are feeling blue
I know you feel this way too
The time is now due
Guide me to your Heart
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This New Year...
outside there will more explosions
what they say, the evil spirits are driven away,
by the bridge of our desires,
colored lights and magnificent display
shall all these fireworks achieve
i will be inside the room with you
not watching any TV
we love somehow, more than we they explode
inside our hearts
we shall give more what July 4 can ever achieve.
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Magnificent Outpouring
It is said that all the good things
Must come to him who can pretend
He doesnt have to wait
For as surely as the light of day
Must come to drive the night away
The needles and the pins
Thats where the line begins
With your magnificent outpouring
Of that old familiar story
Thats been used a million times
To ease a million minds
There are times when I have told you
That htere must be two of us
To try to work things out
But if I cant see you every day
Then I must hide my thoughts away
And see you when I can
And try to understand
With your magnificent outpouring
Of that old familiar story
Thats been used a million times
To ease a million minds
So let us treat our love likeany game
To fan the flames would really be a sin
For as surely as the snow must fall
I shall be waiting for your call
Pretending it is spring
And youll be mine again
With your magnificent outpouring
Of that old familiar story
Thats been used a million times
To ease a million minds
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A Poets Message
As you flick through my pages
and surrender to my thoughtful and playful words
Remember I am just another actress
on this very frightful dark stage
As a poet
Its all about display
Its all about the audience
The booing or thunderous clapping
can be substituted
by bestowing me with genuine ratings
Your random comments
will be appreciated
any time, any place, any moment
as I am on a mission
To write a million words
spice up my wordly performance
with some occasional romance
I am on a mission to write
about the people, politicians and musicians
To write about the prostitutes
That roam the redlight district each single minute
I am on a mission to write about me and you
to write about the world
and everything thats brand new or true
Now and then
I may have the writers block
Its easy to laugh
Its easy to mock
But you inspire my imagination
You are all my inspiration
as you flick through my pages
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The Magnificent Tree
Bought this guitar
At a shop called mars
But on the way back home
Strange things happened in my car
Started to play
All by itself
Creatures jumped from
The highest shelf
Until I touched string 12
This magnificent tree
Appeared in my mind
Even without leaves
Its strength was divine
Synthesized gnomes
Penetrated this godly zone
Summer was thrown off
Its royal thrown
This magnificent tree
Appeared in my mind
Even without leaves
Its strength was divine
song performed by by Hooverphonic
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Loves true meaning!
Loves True Meaning
Take time to compromise
If you have to criticise
Choose words that are wise
Or you may have to pay a price
Indulge in patience
Try to experience
the good and the bad
and make reference
to everything without pretence
Show each other respect
Rather than detect and inspect
What you do not like
Your different ways
You must accept
There has to be an element of trust
telling lies is the worst
The truth always comes out eventually
and then you are bust
Love with a passion
Give it your all
Do not ration
Use your imagination
Spice it all up
Work your way from
the bottom to the top
And don't you ever stop!
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A marriage of two
A marriage of two
is for love that is true
A marriage of two
is always something new
A marriage of two
happens sometimes out of the blue
A marriage of two
is worth it when its due
A marriage of two
is a marriage of trust
Many can find themselves lost
It can be an expensive cost
They are only very few
who have a clue
of when love accrues
A marriage of two
is about love making
It is not about
money raking
A marriage of two
can be bad
A marriage of two
can be sad
You should only be glad if
A marriage of two
is for love that is true
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The magnificent army that fought in Desert Storm is a great army, and it still is a magnificent army today. But it was one we designed for the Cold War, and the Cold War has been over for ten years now.
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The truth in you
I seek the truth in you
The weak lie is not you
So speak up, yes you
The truth hurts but it works
The truth simplifies and dignifies
The truth sooths preserving your youth
I ask the truth of you
Cry now, take a tissue
So speak up, yes you
The truth signifies and modifies
The truth is within and the best way to begin
The truth is a good start especially for sweethearts
I need the truth of you
Simply choose your venue
So speak up, yes you
The truth to any degree
Is a starting point to be free
Just like one and two make three
So speak up, yes you
If you agree
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The Truth about Life
The struggle goes on
Whichever direction you turn
There is no excluded section where you can run
The truth about life
Is merely to survive
From the moment you arrive
In birth, to the end of death
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Cheek To Cheek
Two tigers wandered to and fro,
Like restless tigers do,
Until they chose to take things slow
Just like the chosen few...
Let others pounce and leap for joy,
Explore for all they're worth,
But these two tigers played it coy
And settled on the earth...
Thus side-by-side and cheek-to-cheek
They nestled 'neath the sun,
Content merely to pause and peek
At others having fun...
As if to say, 'You go for it!
We'll stay here keeping guard...
Conserve your strength, keep fighting fit,
Just don't you play too hard! '
While others every joy embrace
As if Hell-bent on thrills,
Some tigers simply spend their days,
Like statues watching hills...
They look like bookends on the shelves,
Now rooted to the spot!
Wise tigers learn to pace themselves!
That sun is too darned hot!
Denis Martindale, copyright, April 2011.
The poem is based on the magnificent painting
by Stephen Gayford called 'Cheek To Cheek'.
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White Treasures
White tigers like their privacy,
It keeps their young cubs calm,
There's nothing like tranquillity
To ease off thoughts of harm...
Their blood flows at a gentle pace
In neighbourhoods serene
And pretty soon they like the place,
As if they've always been...
It's no surprise that parents feel
The need for some reprieve,
Some solitude, some time to heal,
Yes, even if it's brief...
Some call these golden moments yet
They're worth much more than that!
It's very hard to purr and fret,
It's true, ask any cat...
White tigers should be left alone,
To wind down, tails at rest,
To find a peace that's rarely known
Is how best to be blessed...
Don't say a word or point your hand,
Just crouch down and observe...
But if they chase us, quickly stand...
And run for all you're worth!
Denis Martindale, copyright, February 2012.
The poem is based on the magnificent painting
by Stephen Gayford called 'White Treasures'
which is found on gayfordgallery-dot-com
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The Grand Piano
In the centre of four white corners
He stood proudly dressed in black upright
Keys in minors and sharps
Shining in mahogany in the light
He spoke with golden tones
With definition and authority
He was sort after
By the minority and majority
So many desired
To play his keys
Producing melodies with chords
But very few could afford
His price
It was worth it
It was nice
He was the grand piano
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What is loss?
I resent
What loss represents
I resent
What great loss presents
So what’s the fuss about loss?
Waiting!
Debating!
Contemplating!
What is loss?
Something you care about
Taken away from you by force
Creating total unforgivable chaos
Thinking!
Blinking!
Seeking!
What is loss
It is a minus instead of a plus
Hence the unmistakable fuss
Death and sickness build up great grief
Loss brings despair instead of relief
And in loss itself I have no belief
I resent
What loss represents
I resent
What great loss presents
Loss! An inequitable cause
Thrown on you without a toss
So you become very cross
Because in your life you realize, you are never the only boss!
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