The would-be poet sought the good… the noble and the best,
Through words, much loved and understood… so readers would be blessed…
But what to write and what to share… and what ways to improve?
Such questions, friends, should lead to prayer… for wisdom and for truth…

And so the would-be poet paused… 'Lord Jesus, guide me now…'
That was the humble prayer that caused a breakthrough, there, somehow…
For in the days, weeks, months and years… a flood of poems came,
Such that today, there are no fears… because of Jesus Name…

The poet isn’t famous yet, but who knows? Maybe soon…
If not, there’s time to write more prose… or words to fit a tune…
As long as life gets granted still… there’s reason still to rhyme…
With words that charm and words that thrill… and words that prove sublime…

Denis Martindale April 2018.

When God set forth His purposes... He merely spoke each word,
Yet from such powered holiness... we then see what occurred…
The light proceeded from His Throne... established from the start,
Fixed steadfastly right there, alone... all futures to impart…
From light came forth both time and space... as energies outpoured,
Amazing power, amazing grace... yet only from the Lord…
No other gods took part at all... this Universe to make…
The Lord made this great miracle... yet for His Own Name’s sake…

And when the swirling Cosmos turned... what wonders were revealed,
The sun itself then shone and burned... for Earthly light to yield…
This speck in space then came to be... this awesome planet Earth,
This planet showed God’s majesty... His mastery and worth…
Such that He then created life... yet with new life within,
Then He gave Adam Eve his wife... and that’s where we begin…
From Genesis and Eden’s home... from innocence and more,
Till Man’s allegiance chose to roam... and sin became his flaw…

And oh, what tragedies came then… time’s ballad tells us all,
God's records kept accounts of men... God’s books gave Him recall…
The laws Man broke, the failures, too... the battles and the wars,
Till centuries created you… as Nature took its course…
And here you are, this very day... these words to see and hear,
Time’s ballad has so much to say... to cherish and revere…
That’s why it’s up to you to choose... while still alive on Earth…
Will you trust God? Will you refuse? You’ll get what you deserve…

Time marches on... time bids goodbye... time ticks and takes its share…
Yet there’s still time, before we die... to seek the Lord in prayer…


Denis Martindale May 2018.

tinyurl-dot-com/d-m-latest-poems

That's a shortcut to my poemhunter poems.
The search my poems option helps ME find my poems.
Visit the standard webpage or the print-friendly text version.
The end of October 2013 has meant quite a few poems were added.

Some were about the Stephen Gayford wildlife prints.
They are being sold on UK TV's Shopping channels.
I visit their websites and view the images and watch the TV demos.

Since joining hellopoetry, I visited several members' blogs and websites.
I've also visited the youtube-dot-com website to see members' videos.
My Stephen Gayford blog is here: denis-martindale-dot-blogspot-dot-com

I've checked Google for any websites that have used my poetry.
The images search also found lots of fantastic websites, too.

The deviantart-dot-com website features lots of fantasy art images.
They can lead poets to brand new poetry description ideas.
Just use the search site option for a desired poetry topic.

My Fantasy Art click-a-pic slideshow has some Superhero artwork,
view the wonderful galleries here: jennifersjpgs-dot-shows-dot-it
and some of my Superhero poems have been published based on these.
The Google image 'my name' search found lots of images like never before.

Regards, Denis Martindale.

Jerusalem and Jesus Christ... these two forever known,
The place God's Son was sacrificed... the place true love was shown,
With John and Mary standing there... compelled to see it all,
Heartbroken, sobbing unaware before God's miracle...
For Jesus could have run away... escaped into the night...
Instead, the Saviour chose to stay... and do what God thought right...
He loved the Father way too much! How could Christ let Him down?
That's why He suffered whips and such... and why He wore that crown...

I wasn't there to save His skin... or soothe His final breath,
My Saviour died... my soul to win... He's Jesus of Nazareth...
Before I lived... Christ died for me... the Bible tells me so...
That's how I found through Calvary the kindest love I'll know...
And yet God raised Him from the dead... with proofs we could discern,
So we quote Jesus... who once said... 'My friends, I will return...'
We wait the Rapture fervently... we pray to see that day...
Fulfillment of His prophecy... then up, up, up... away...

Denis Martindale March 2018.

When I first saw her eyes of blue, I stared at her amazed,
The way admirers often do, before such beauty’s praised,
That’s why she stared right back at me, a somewhat puzzled girl,
As if I were a mystery, a guy caught in a whirl…
Then I explained, to her surprise, how wondrous her eyes were,
A brilliant blue to visualise or thought that should occur.
My father had such eyes, I said, my brother shared these, too,
I know I’ve got brown eyes instead, but I’m thrilled I met you!
And then she smiled, for she felt blessed, she said I’d made her day,
She’d made mine, too, I stood impressed and couldn’t walk away…
I stood beguiled, just like a child, held captive by her face,
Then all at once, my thoughts went wild, should I risk an embrace?
But suddenly, she turned and left… the magic spell had gone…
And there I stood, a man bereft, alone, to carry on…

Denis Martindale March 2018.

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.

There was a time of utmost grief,
A dalliance with disbelief,
Depression came as though a thief,
Alas, that time was long not brief…
Below the mouth that hides my teeth,
I bore my burden like a wreath
And there it dangled underneath,
The emblem of my sorrow…

Yet I persisted, day by day,
Knowing that it chose to stay,
Causing me to pause and pray,
Asking why God should delay…
Yet melancholy had its way,
Causing my wrecked soul to stray,
With that ****** wreath still on display,
The emblem of my sorrow…

Upon a quest I chose to go,
Perchance that then my strength would grow,
Perchance new hope would overflow,
To combat dark thoughts borne of woe…
And only then, God made me know,
The awesome debt to Christ I owe,
Till at His Cross I knelt below,
The emblem of my sorrow…

Denis Martindale April 2018.

To think, Man gets attracted to the mundane things of life...
The daily tasks that we must do... that sometimes cause us strife!
The constant grind that hurts each heart determined to stay free...
The nagging doubts that won't depart... the pains of poverty!
Yet this I know, for I've survived... and thus each challenge met...
There's holy joy I've still derived... despite times of regret!
I've put aside the foolish things... like playing games and such...
I've cast out what each sadness brings... I've given up so much!
I've simplified this life of mine... that others I might bless...
I've searched out truths that prove divine that grant me happiness!

I've trusted God and Jesus, too... without them, I'd be lost...
Amazing grace has brought me through... despite the awesome cost!
Because I know Christ died to save each sinner He could reach...
Yet most of all, their sins to waive! So that they, too, could preach!
Christ's Blood has proved the miracle... and that's why He's adored...
That's why I share Good News with all... then share the risen Lord!
How long we've left I fear to tell... for soon Christ will return...
And this, God's angels know full well... yet let us, too, discern!
When Jesus comes, dear precious saints, our present lives are done...
It's then each one of us acquaints ourselves with Christ, God's Son!

Denis Martindale March 2018.

God's Word has a chapter telling of the Rapture,
God's promise to the Church of Jesus Christ...
God's Word helps us measure His eternal treasure,
That's set aside to serve the saints baptised...
Each Christian heart still yearns the time that Christ returns,
It spurs us on towards renewed success,
While revelation grows, God's love still overflows,
In hearts and minds that only Christ can bless...  

That's why we preach each day, no matter what they say,
No matter if they still refuse the Lord,
For love compels us here... and that love stays sincere,
It's love like that which shouldn't be ignored...
And though the world may scoff, the day we're carried off,
I pity those on Earth who yet remain,
Though offered grace enough, they still refused God's love,
Amazing grace God grants in Jesus Name...

Denis Martindale March 2018.

Towards God's Throne, His saints must face, with faith restored through love,
Towards the Lord's amazing grace, whose answer proves enough...
Yet even if we don't receive... we know that others must...
Because of this, we still believe... and in our Saviour trust!

For we know what it cost that day... when Jesus chose to die,
When soldiers led our Lord away... and raised His body high...
He knew the pain of Calvary! He stayed with outstretched hands...
So we declare and we decree... that Jesus understands!

He knows the pain each heart can bear... the stress each mind can take,
He knows without our need for prayer... and pleading words we make...
We're asking for revelation... from Christ, the King of Kings...
With the hope of celebration... for everything He brings...

So don't give up... and don't give in... from Him, all blessings flow...
And when your miracles begin... you'll know... you'll know... you'll know!

Denis Martindale April 2018.

In a short span, poetry reaches towards the eyes and ears
and meanders towards the human mind
and from that labryinthian task presses on,
via the very blood itself, towards the human heart,
then warms it with exquisite and yet delicate sentiments,
till overwhelming it with the uttermost love,
the greatest and best it can offer to a fellow human being,
if that human being is ready, willing and able to love in turn.
Else, the journey through words to phrases,
to sentences to exclamation marks,
would prove to be in vain, rather than in vein.
So follow the trail of poetry towards the human heart,
for there's no other way to love...

Denis Martindale March 2018.

Another month is almost done... what good has been achieved?
What did we do for Christ, God's Son... in whom we first believed?
What prophecies have come to pass? What miracles were seen?
Or did we think that life's a farce, like on each TV screen?
Did good works happen as God planned? Or did we stay at home?
Did we advance to take more land for Jesus or just roam?
Were broken hearts restored at all? Were families improved?
Did lost souls answer to God's call... or did they stay unmoved?

And what of us, the chosen few? Was God's Word stored within?
Did Jesus merely help us through... or guide lost souls to win?
Did we quote Jesus now and then? Or keep thoughts to ourselves?
Like shining lights switched off again... like unread books on shelves?
Was there a chance to give once more? A prompting from the Lord?
Amazing grace, not just the Law? Some promise of reward?
Another month is almost done... what good has been achieved?
What did we do for Christ, God's Son... in whom we first believed?

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.

'What's Easter all about?' they ask, 'What's Easter all about?'
And so I set about the task... to share my faith not doubt...
I spoke of Easter hymns I knew... and Isaac Watts as well,
Who wrote his hymns for me, for you... with such a tale to tell...
The greatest story ever told was his delight to share,
Six hundred hymns, as good as gold... as he took time to care...
Yet Isaac didn't die for us upon a cross of wood...
For that honour fell to Jesus, the only One who could...

Denis Martindale April 2018.

What's on my mind! This much I know...
I've got a skull that won't let go...
And so my brain stays in the dark,
It gets no walkies in the park...
It throbs with blood the live-long day,
The blood flows in then goes away...
Thus oxygen keeps it alive
A few more moments to survive...
No matter if I sleep or wake,
It's always there, for goodness sake...
I get a headache now and then,
It's no good counting up to ten...
I take a pill to calm things down
And melt away each care and frown...
While thoughts bounce left and thoughts bounce right,
Till brainwaves help this guy look bright...
And then my little heart feels glad
Rejoicing I'm no longer sad...
Until I'm forced to fall asleep,
To go to bed and breathe in deep...
And then my mind starts playing tricks,
With every random dream it picks...
What's on my mind! This much I know...
I've got a skull that won't let go!

Denis Martindale March 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.

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.

Wonder Woman has her standards... and Supergirl has hers,
The Christian woman has God's words... each chapter and each verse...
Each proverb, psalm and prophecy... and God's amazing grace,
Salvation found at Calvary... where miracles took place...

The Christian woman has God's love... no other love comes close,
The tender Saviour smiles above... when such love overflows...
The Holy Spirit grants her gifts... to bless her ministry
And that is why her spirit lifts... and says, 'The Lord loves me!'

She seeks the Lord in all she does... she intercedes as well,
She listens as the men discuss the truths God seeks to tell...
She blesses others when she can... like Mother Mary could,
Because she knows God has a plan... to use her for the good...

The Christian woman does her best... compassion fills her heart,
That's why, sometimes, she needs to rest... because she played her part...
Praise God for her... and those like her... that Jesus will save, too...
If you're like her, then you're super! No wonder God loves YOU!

Denis Martindale

International Women's Day, the 8th of March 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.