Leaving My World...
by Retta (Reindeer) Mckenzie
Sunday, April 13, 2003
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He came to me,
And sat in my chair,
Bidding me to follow him,
Into his world…
His world,
Where the sun shines
Down on steel and stone,
Where millions of people,
Live alone.
Where shadows hide,
In the corners,
Ready to creep forward,
And engulf the unwary…
Where life is filled with soft hands,
Untrusting hearts that leak love,
And kisses from moldy lips,
That leaves stains upon ones soul…
This was his world,
And he offered it to me,
Like He thought,
I would ever leave…
My world,
Lies on the field of yellow daises,
Trees so strong and true ,
A sky that blazes with stars
Which shine down,
And light the path
To my home…
My world,
Where men speak the truth,
Or do not speak at all,
Showing you by their lives,
Who they are…
How could he ask me,
To live a lie?
To never again see my sky,
The golden eagles and wolves,
Who roam in the night…
Ah sweet Knight,
Though my heart burns
With such a fierce love,
I shall never leave my world again-
Not even for you dear friend,
Not even for you…
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| Reviewed by Rodney Bohen |
4/14/2003 |
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Retta,
Grand piece, grand place, grand heart...
Rodney Evan Bohen |
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| Reviewed by Tinka Boukes |
4/14/2003 |
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| Masterful piece of poetry!! |
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| Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado |
4/14/2003 |
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| lovely write, reindeer; enjoyed this! love, your friend in texas, karen lynn. (((HUGS))) to you, sweetie! :) |
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| Reviewed by Kate Clifford |
4/14/2003 |
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| To know oneself and one's world is the greatest treasure of all. |
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| Reviewed by Bobbi Duffy |
4/14/2003 |
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| This is a wonderful piece. Reindeer don't belong in the "city" of lies with no sky. Not even for someone else's life. |
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| Reviewed by John Hutchinson |
4/14/2003 |
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| I can relate to this for I too have lived in cities gilded with gold-fools gold! |
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| Reviewed by Tony Nerone |
4/14/2003 |
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Good Morning, Retta
Masterful piece of poetry.
Namaste
tony |
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| Reviewed by Christine Morell |
4/14/2003 |
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You always seem to take my breath away Reindeer
Chrissie |
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| Reviewed by Joel Raja Kumar J |
4/14/2003 |
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Veautifully done Retta, but too painful. Truth always hurts, right?
Thanks for the translation, It was lovely.
Love from India - Joel - |
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| Reviewed by La Belle Rouge (Reader) |
4/14/2003 |
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| Love this one, a rare jewel of a write, Retta. |
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| Reviewed by Gwen Dickerson |
4/14/2003 |
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| Well done Reindeer, well done! |
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| Reviewed by Sharon Williamson (Reader) |
4/13/2003 |
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Beautiful write.
Sharon;) |
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| Reviewed by jude forese |
4/13/2003 |
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| we must be honest with ourselves... you achieved expressing that in this wonderful poem... |
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| Reviewed by Jack Roberts |
4/13/2003 |
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Very nice Reindeer!!
Jack |
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| Reviewed by Marilyn Seray |
4/13/2003 |
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| superb imagery Reindeer |
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| Reviewed by Dove (Reader) |
4/13/2003 |
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| {{{Beautiful}}} |
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| Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader) |
4/13/2003 |
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| Beautiful world...enjoyed reading. |
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| Reviewed by Melissa Rives |
4/13/2003 |
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| I like the sound of your world...I'd stay there too....excellent imagery! |
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