Trust me, dear! I know it all... though I don't mean to brag...
No need to write, no need to call... I've got this in the bag...
Just take my word, trust what I tell... I've checked the facts and stuff...
I'm here to stay, won't say farewell... I'm here to bring the love...

I've got the good news and the bad... I've got news in-between...
So pick and choose, till you're real glad... at things you've heard and seen...
Investigations come and go... and interviews likewise
And pretty soon, you're in the know... more than you realise...

Trust me, dear! I know it all... reporters everywhere...
To watch the famous rise or fall... for fans who truly care...
Just quote the news so others learn... that way, they'll thank you, too...
Evaluate, discuss, discern... just like most folks would do...

So stick real close... by night and day... I'll keep you up-to-date...
God knows there's more news on its way... so not too long to wait...

Denis Martindale April 2018.

What is the poem all about? Simply fancy phrases!
That from the mind pop out and sprout, from all sorts of places...
Just basic rhymes, like I love you... Yes! I love you, dearly...
Just basic rhymes, out of the blue, sometimes picked sincerely...
Then throw in sentiments to suit, or challenges that stir,
Descriptions of somethings quite cute, like kittens with soft fur...
Or maybe just a limerick, a silly joke, no more...
Or something that gets on your wick, you hate, but can't ignore
Of pretty maidens in a row, some teenage angst expressed,
Confessions that we're meant to know, some girl gets off her chest...
Or stories that might praise some men, known heroes young or old,
Or Scriptures quoted now and then, or prophecies foretold...
Or maybe there's a masterpiece, a blessing for Mankind
The Holy Spirit oversees, that's like pure gold refined...
Or something that I wrote today, to pass away the time,
That says it all, some winsome way, with phrases here that rhyme...

Denis Martindale April 2018.

Who ought to be called a poet? A writer who can rhyme?
Who picks out best words to show it? Whose words are quite sublime?
Or just the child with limericks? The old man all alone?
Or wordsmiths with their bags of tricks? Or bards thought as well-known?
Is it the lonely bachelor who from his longing sighs?
Is it the preaching minister revealing why Christ dies?
Is it restricted to the great and wisest of us all?
Is it the saints who celebrate a precious miracle?
Is it the nature lover, too, who walks the forest still?
Or mountaineer who sees the view upon some yonder hill?
Is it the man who sees the stars and seeks to praise the Lord?
Is it the guy who plays guitars and seems to strike a chord?
Or is it only me, dear friends, of all humanity,
Who types away or uses pens to share new poetry?
Or are you worthy of acclaim? Are you a poet, too?
If so, the Lord must know your name and all the good you do…

Denis Martindale April 2018.

I crept up on it… and I checked it out,
I leapt up on it…. and threw it about,
I gave it one almighty clout…
Grabbed it by its snotty snout…
Pulled its ears and made it shout…
All peaceful thoughts I chose to flout…
I squashed it flat till there was nowt…
I chose to write in faith not doubt…
That’s when I really laughed out lout…

Denis Martindale April 2018…

You made me fall in love with you, just like a puppy would!
You charmed my heart with words so true and sentiments so good…
You nestled close next to my ears and whispered tenderly,
You treasure chest of smiles and tears, you winsome poetry!

You took me in, with words that rhyme, with upbeat beats as well…
You made me walk your themes sublime, your story lines to tell…
You tugged on heartstrings deep within, you caught me unawares…
You held me tight, you made me grin, you melted all my cares!

You challenged me to think again, to reason and discuss…
You guided me towards great men and even to Jesus…
You gave my soul a second chance, you taught me how to pray…
You even made me stand and dance and praise God every day!

I love you dearly, yes, indeed… I praise God you exist…
Somehow you answered every need… so how could I resist!?

Denis Martindale April 2018.

When God declares and God decrees... and prophets learn the facts,
It's here and now the prophecies are sent so Man reacts...
From ancient times, this was God's way... His prime objective then,
Yet still today, God has His say... in the affairs of men...
How else could God explain the course that each saint's meant to go?
Yet once revealed, like opened doors... it's then we're in the know...

That's why God speaks and prophets hear... or see with visions still,
Perceiving wisdom, crystal clear... to serve God's perfect will...
It's why dreams visit us at night... that tell of things ahead,
It's why we gain some blessed insight... not facing life with dread...
It's why our God's still speaking now... for lost souls to reclaim,
It's why we seek new ways somehow... to preach in Jesus Name...

So let's quote Jesus and bring hope... let's use technology...
Yet most of all, let's reach the globe... by sharing prophecy!

Denis Martindale April 2018.

When Pastors meet and Pastors pray... God leans down from His Throne,
To listen to the words they say... and any wisdom shown...
He harkens to their fervent needs... desires, hopes and dreams,
For without Him, not one succeeds... regardless of extremes...
Not one can boast, save in the Lord, because of all He's done,
That's why the best are overawed... that God spared not His Son...
To think, Christ died for Pastors, too... yet now their flocks direct,
Perhaps they even pray for you... as one of God's elect...
What insights will such Pastors gain? What blessings will God send?
What projects started yet remain... on which God's saints depend?
I only know that God approves of Pastors young and old
And that through such as these God moves... when they're as good as gold!

Denis Martindale April 2018.