Friday 29 April 2016

WHITE MAJESTY, TOO...


White wolf! White wolf! I see you there!
Though you glide like a ghost,
Just like a blur upon the air,
As if a cloud to coast...
But your black eyes betray disguise
That Nature can't improve,
While up and forward limbs must rise,
Your bodyweight to move...

White wolf! White wolf! I've learnt your tricks!
You wily so-and-so,
That's why, right now, my camera clicks,
Before you turn and go...
Your majesty, your poise, your style,
I've captured all I can,
Though you may smirk and you may smile,
I'm not the average man...

White wolf! White wolf! A king to some,
A spirit on the prowl,
A haunting presence, still you come,
Then on some hill to howl...
But until then, my camera's stored
Your majesty and more,
So be you king, or sovereign lord,
I've got what I came for!


Denis Martindale, copyright April 2016.


A poem based on a magnificent wildlife painting,
by artist Stephen Gayford. Google-search
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INDIAN TIGER CUB


The Indian tiger cub I saw
Looked noble and serene,
As if he stood without a flaw,
With stares meant to be seen...
Intimidating in his way,
Enough to bite and scare,
Beyond the times when he could play
With all the young cubs there...

I sensed he wasn't like the rest,
He knew his destiny,
He was aware that he was blessed
With something meant to be...
His father knew this from the start,
They shared a common bond,
As if they shared one beating heart
That made him more than fond...

And so, as fathers often do,
A favourite son was shown,
A somewhat inside point of view
On what things could be known...
That's why that young cub could excel
Beyond each brother's skill,
For favourite sons have tales to tell,
They have... and always will...


Denis Martindale, copyright April 2016.


A poem based on a magnificent wildlife painting,
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CHEETAH CUB


The cheetah cub was way too cute,
Despite its face, so sad,
Yet with my camera, I could shoot
Something so it looked glad...
That was my challenge for today,
A cheerful cheetah grin,
Till then, I knew that I must stay
And simply not give in...

The other cheetah cubs looked fine,
Not glib or glum or grim,
Not in a mood to moan or pine
Each time they looked at him...
I think he was a jealous soul,
When Mother made a fuss,
As if the others to control
And he, excluded, thus...

But when she came and cuddled close,
His sad face was no more,
So while they stood there, nose-to-nose,
I smiled and looked with awe...
The camera clicked and caught the scene,
I learnt a thing or two,
The hardest heart that once turns mean,
Finds joy in, 'I LOVE YOU!'


Denis Martindale, copyright April 2016.


A poem based on a magnificent wildlife painting,
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WHITE MAGIC!


White tigers like to bathe a spell
And so, of course, did he,
And with my camera, I knew well,
Great photos I would see...
Reflections that seemed Heaven-sent
And colours that were great,
I clicked away to my content,
With much to celebrate...

I love white tigers in the wild,
They look so debonair,
So I was staring like a child,
His first day at the fair...
Each spectacle that proves enough
And then, somehow, enthralls,
As giddy as a man in love,
When Nature's magic calls...

When that white tiger strode away
And on his journey strayed,
A part of me praised God that day
And that was why I prayed...
'Protect white tigers from Mankind,
Preserve them one by one,
From those proved foolish, cruel and blind...
Please, God... Thy will be done...'


Denis Martindale, copyright April 2016.


A poem based on a magnificent wildlife painting,
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WHITE TIGER!


I looked intently at his eyes,
So blue and yet so pale,
As if I scanned the distant skies
Before a storm or gale...
And that pink nose of his stood out
Between his whiskers there,
That sourpuss could really pout,
As if designed to glare!

He made me glad that I could smile,
To loudly laugh and grin,
To thus enhance my own profile
And showcase what's within...
But all he did was sit and stay,
To flick his tail and such...
As if he had nothing to say
And didn't think too much...

But when he stood and walked ahead,
My word, he looked a sight!
I felt a sudden sense of dread
And ran with all my might!
I saw no need to stick around,
I've other things to do!
With smaller cats still to be found
And safer ones to view!


Denis Martindale, copyright April 2016.


A poem based on a magnificent wildlife painting,
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LIONESS AND CUB


The lioness and cub laid down
For standing's sometimes hard,
The lioness still wore a frown,
As if always on guard...
As cute as cubs appear to be,
Not one's that strong and brave,
That's why their Mother's there to see
What must be done to save...

Just think of tame domestic cats,
Without their hunting skills,
All cosy on our rugs and mats,
Where each one plays not kills...
No thoughts of living prey at all,
No lioness in sight,
No guardian to stop a fall,
Just humans day and night...

But in the wild, the cubs depend
On Mother keeping close,
The guardian who can defend
Against most kinds of foes...
That truly makes a lasting bond,
Almost their lifetimes through,
When love persists and goes beyond
What grown-up cubs can do...



Denis Martindale, copyright April 2016.


A poem based on a magnificent wildlife sketch,
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