Eyya Manni Kanni
by Retta (Reindeer) Mckenzie
Wednesday, February 08, 2006
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* Written for a friend who is fighting a private battle...
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Eyya Manni Kanni
He comes and goes like the wind,
Leaving no trail to follow,
Only sweet memories of what he once was,
Memories that flow in the early morning breeze,
Causing the leaves to whisper among them,
Even the trees mumble in their rough voices,
Wondering what roads he has traveled of late,
Hoping he will stay by the fire tonight,
And warm them with his tales of great adventures…
He looks weary this warrior,
Home from another battle,
It has taken its toll on him,
His eyes are not as bright,
His color a bit gray…
He looks at us,
Wondering if we will forgive him for leaving us once again,
But he is what he is,
And we love him all the same.
He tells us of his battles,
His love he found among the ruins,
Small jokes that made us smile,
And miss his presence here at home.
Ah but when he rose,
I noticed he limped a bit,
And was slower to smile,
His eyes returned to the children,
Sitting at his feet,
I saw the ache in his heart,
And asked if he would be staying this time…
Ah, he said in his sad way,
There is another battle l must fight,
But I will return here if I can.
“Eyya manni kanni”, he said as he walked away.
(Do not forget me)
Ah Sweet Prince.
Never.
How could I forget the warrior who saved me?
Who gave me hope and life again.
Who taught me that good men do walk on this earth.
Who slayed the red dragon with his mighty sword,
Dear one,
You will not ever be forgotten,
You name will be remembered as long as the wind blows,
For it is whispered among the trees every morning,
And every child hears it.
In the song of names,
You are remembered,
It is carved on our hearts,
And when the Eagle flies overhead,
We know it is you,
Coming home once again…
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| Reviewed by B Thomas Daniels |
4/19/2006 |
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"He looks at us,
Wondering if we will forgive him for leaving us once again,
But he is what he is,
And we love him all the same."
I prayed that you would. I can not express in words how much this poem meant to me when you sent it. We often go through life wondering if we have a positive impact on the world around us, wondering if we have actually made a difference in our short fragile existence on this world. I am happy that in some small way I have.
Thank you M'Lady |
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| Reviewed by C. McGovern-Bowen |
2/21/2006 |
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a marvelous piece of work, Retta.
peace and blessings,
Carolyn |
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| Reviewed by Marilyn Seray |
2/12/2006 |
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Reindeer,
This is an exceptional poem. Beautifully written and enjoyed |
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| Reviewed by Bobbi Duffy |
2/11/2006 |
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Retta this is so beautiful. One is never dead as long as they are remembered, and I for one will remember this hero forever. Very well done, and so soulful.
Bobbi |
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| Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader) |
2/11/2006 |
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| The spirit can never be quashed, and it will soar again. It knows no other way... |
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| Reviewed by Phyllis Jean Green |
2/9/2006 |
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I LOVE the way you WRITE. No one paints word-pictures better,
especially where it comes to the natural world. You make us see
and hear and feel. What a gift!! T h a n k y o u, 'deer. <3 |
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| Reviewed by Carmen Ruggero |
2/9/2006 |
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I was deeply touched by this superb piece of writing. Awsome work!
Carmen |
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| Reviewed by sanil nath (Reader) |
2/9/2006 |
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Excellent Write and Wonderful Write ... Thanks for sharing this with us ....
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| Reviewed by Dale Clark |
2/9/2006 |
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Truly beautiful and sad. I feel the pain.
Yet you've pointed out the need for hope
without which we could not fight the battles. |
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| Reviewed by Mr. Ed |
2/9/2006 |
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How could I forget the warrior who saved me?
Who gave me hope and life again.
Who taught me that good men do walk on this earth.
Who slayed the red dragon with his mighty sword
A truly marvelous tribute to a very special friend, Reindeer, and a marvelous poem, worthy of being saved and savored many many times. |
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| Reviewed by jude forese |
2/8/2006 |
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the spirit of this endangered eagle is safe within your heart ... hopefully, he can hone in on its warmth return to the home that kept him soaring ...
beautiful poetry ... |
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| Reviewed by Sage Sweetwater |
2/8/2006 |
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Like the eagle who flies on wings and soars to a new-found freedom to fight battles of a different nature, so is the warrior who plays a flute that had once been a rifle barrel. An instrument of destruction had turned into an instrument of music. A warrior scales down the size of his battles, trims the feathers on his flute, but he doesn't quit! He regroups, reorganizes, reschedules, and even retreats, but he does not resign! Eyya Manni Kanni is just in a waiting phase. Spiritual tribute, Reindeer.
Sage |
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| Reviewed by Paul Williams |
2/8/2006 |
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Such a beautiful acclamation moves one's spirit close to tears Retta. A superb piece and excellent tribute. The Eagle Pic is awesome.
Paul;-) |
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| Reviewed by Kate Burnside |
2/8/2006 |
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| Such dignity coupled with such sadness that comes with the inevitable demise of that which erodes through fleshly frailty, perhaps... and yet the spirit endures and continues to increase in value and stature. Like anything noble and worthy, this man can only become more and more precious as time passes - whatever the struggle. The pathos is palpable here, Retta. TY and bless you, Kate xx |
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| Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader) |
2/8/2006 |
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A remarkable poem, and most enjoyable to read.
I hope your eagle makes it home again. |
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| Reviewed by Jane Rodway |
2/8/2006 |
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| You really described a fighter well, because I realized with each stanza that this person was a warrior. Great. |
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| Reviewed by Joseph* OneLight*® |
2/8/2006 |
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Dear Reindeer,
Your words move the soul. What a loving tribute for your friend.
Love & Light,
Joseph |
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| Reviewed by Tinka Boukes |
2/8/2006 |
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Thank you Retta this was very well written my dear friend!!
Great work!!
Love Tinka |
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| Reviewed by E T Waldron |
2/8/2006 |
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Reindeer, when I read you all else becomes irrelevant! I lose myself in your poems! I love this one especially ,it is so beautifully written! Kudo's! Thanks for sharing your gift!
Eileen^ |
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| Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader) |
2/8/2006 |
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| Oh, yes, indeed, I can associate with this man, I have had a few battles in my time. Like him, I found love among the ruins, her name is Dottie. Like him I kept leaving. Like me, I hope he can find a place in the universe to land. Very touching and well done poetry. |
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| Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado |
2/8/2006 |
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Reindeer,
Your words soar just like the majestic eagle! Magnificence reigns in your pen! BRAVA!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D |
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| Reviewed by F William Broome |
2/8/2006 |
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Yes, we all have such persons, groups, situations, in our lives, and you have given us a realm of hope in hanging on to them... in whatever way our personalities will allow. This one is good... so good I've put it over in that little cache were I keep valued things which are priceless. Thank you, Dear Lady. - Bill
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| Reviewed by Peter Paton |
2/8/2006 |
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This is a heartwarming tribute to a great warrior, who remains implacable and impassive in the face of adversity !
This passage says it all ! " But he is what he is," Retta
Love the photo of the white tailed eagle soaring overhead !
Peter
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| Reviewed by Gwen Dickerson |
2/8/2006 |
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| Splendid, Reindeer! Such wonderful poetry honoring a weary and courageous warrior friend! |
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| Reviewed by Vesna Perkovic |
2/8/2006 |
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perfect!!
saved this one thankyou Retta!! Just love your work..
vesna.) |
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| Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner |
2/8/2006 |
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Oh, Reindeer,
This is absolutely beautiful, soaring poetry.
"In the song of names,
you are remembered,
it is carved on our hearts,
and when the Eagle flies overhead,
we know it is you
coming home once again."
Stunning eulogy, heartfelt emotion, rich with hope. Thank you!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. |
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