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The Other Side Of Midnight...
by Retta (Reindeer) Mckenzie

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There are those among you,
Who hear the moaning dead,
Turning and Thrashing in their earthy bed,
Those who hear the whispering,
Of the morning breeze,
And stuggle so valiantly,
To maintain their ease...

They often will not tell you,
Of their visions,
Or the voices that help them,
Make their decisions-
The hospitals are full of those,
Who spoke to soon,
Thinking you saw them too...

There are those who can decern,
The madmen from the fool,
A single touch can reveal,
The lie from the truth-
Yet they hide in grief,
Seeking only relief,
From this evil gift,
That sets them so apart...

Many seek out drugs,
To drown out the voices of the night,
For far to many disbelievers,
Curse them with fear,
Calling them insane...

Their eyes are blinded by reality,
And they do not hear,
Nor see,
The other side of midnight,
Like me.

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Reviewed by Christine Morell
A masterful piece reindeer. Outstanding.
~Chrissie
Reviewed by Retta (Reindeer) Mckenzie
Hi Nevine,

I didn't borrow the title, it just came to me one night when I wrote this, ha ha...thanks for your comment on my poem,

always,

Rein
Reviewed by Kay P Devenish
I would feel very much at home on the other side of midnight.
By the way I love the bio picture is that you?It is beautiful and the dear adorable.
This poem was excellent .
Best wishes
from
kay.
Reviewed by Bhuwan Thapaliya
Write of the day....superb!!!!!!....am saving this my friend!!!!
Reviewed by jude forese
the other side of midnight resides in the twilight of your thoughts... great write and excellent pic to go with it...
Reviewed by Tinka Boukes
Awwww!! Retta!!
The picture is so awesome!!
And a very thought provoking piece of excellence my friend!!

Love Tinka
Reviewed by nevine Al Seidi (Reader)
Reindeer, This is a GREAT surprise! I adore this poem. I do not why you chose to borrow the title from Sydney Sheldon; it confuses the reader and misleads.I would like you to keep on working on this poem. It is a worthy piece. Prophets and poets are the ones blessed and cursed by the 'voices of the night'.

Very well-done!
Nevine
Reviewed by Ron (sketchman) Axelson
Wow! I can face reality without a drug too. The picture is so awesome. Have a great tomorrow.
Reviewed by Amor Sabor
Excellent work, Retta. The pic is absolutely perfect for this.
Amor
Reviewed by Sandie Angel
A wonderful thought-provoking piece!

May Lu a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)
Reviewed by Kate Clifford
Yes gifts can be a curse. Great write!
Reviewed by L M (Reader)
This is profound and needed excellent art.
Reviewed by E T Waldron
Reindeer, I so identify with you in this, since I have visions. A beautiful write and the art is awesome!
Reviewed by Trixie Love
You out did yourself
on this piece Retta....

Outstanding...

Trixie :)
Reviewed by William Bonilla
Reindeer
this us an unbeleiveable write,
Great,
I know of the gifted,
that wish not to be so gifted,
due to the fear, of the unknown,
they are able to see and hear things,
others wish not to make any sense of,
u follow me so far??,
then you know, what I'm talking about.


William
Reviewed by Vicky Jeter
Hi Reindeer
This addresses issues parched for our societies collective attention. I have danced in this arena myself and I ressonate most with our hospitals being full of those who spoke too soon. I almost spoke to soon, and then by hairs I figured out what I better not say in front of ANY doctor type.
This was when I was a child. I needed emotional support for my experiences by no where near where they would have gone with it. In working privately, silently through my own healing and finding internal ballance
I have today -- I have come to realize that
it is bald-facedly embracing Death, Grief
and Darkness as an equal opposite to all that we "Prefer." Our collective staunch reistance to it spills over and bubbles up
chaotically in the lives of people psychically receptive to the energy frequencies. I also know that as we do
dance with Death Grief and Darkness openly,
the beautifully release their frightening grip. For example I address each outloud consistantly in my pryer work right along with Spirit and my angels. Love Vicky
Reviewed by Jaclynn Huntington
I am a nocturnal soul. A creature of the night. I was swept away with the awesome artwork... ready to head into beautiful dreams. Your poem took a totally different direction and showed the other side... as promised in the title. Wonderfully done!

~Jackie~
Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado
wonderful write, reindeer; thanks for sharing! :D (((HUGS))) and love, your friend in texas, karen lynn.
Reviewed by Daniel McTaggart
Very thought provoking piece you have here. I've always thought of the night as an entity that speaks as long as you choose to listen. But the words I 'hear' are merely echoes within myself that resonate with the solitude of the night. It is part of the gift that allows me to write and satisfy certain cravings of the soul. Nice poem. It's actually made me listen to myself a little clearer than before.
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