Why Does Poetry Still Exist! ? Poem by Denis Martindale

I stand behind the rhythms shared, I stand behind the rhymes,
I stand behind the words I dared to use so many times.
Each ‘I love you! ' that I have penned, then typed, and shared online.
Regarding each word as a friend, and yet both yours and mine.
I stand behind each midnight hour, I stand behind each dawn,
I stand behind the prayers of power, for poems yet unborn.
And though I edit now and then, with commas here and there,
I still recall the moments when I smiled at thoughts so rare.

For poems in my treasure chest, shared at no cost to you,
Portray my thoughts so we are blessed, with insights, old and new.
I did not charge a single dime for all the time I spent,
Because I cherished every rhyme in poems Heaven-sent.
By faith, through decades, long and hard, yes, even from my youth,
I prayed and wrote what I received, each sentimental truth.
When I am gone, please think of me and what God chose me for.
Reflect upon my poetry, of Calvary and more.


Denis Martindale.16th July 2025.