2:00 A.M. (poem) by Roger A. Ochs on AuthorsDen

Reviewed on June 28, 2007

Wow, Roger! Beautifully structured, beautifully written, conveying intense responses. Thank you.

Reviewed on November 17, 2002

Dreams are good friend.....if you lonely...ask the expert .....i know
Love
Tinka

Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner

Reviewed on November 13, 2002

(((HUGS))) roger...so realistic and truthful. painful to read *winces*...i hope things get better...homeless veterans...there outta be a law! (i was there myself, once...) :( (((HUGS))) and love, karla. :(

Reviewed by Daniel McTaggart

Reviewed on November 12, 2002

Very strong poem. Such a tremendous jolt from one world to the next.

Reviewed by Ed Lupinacci (Reader)

Reviewed on November 12, 2002

Dreams are the perfect counter balance.
When things are going rough your dreams are often of better places.
But when life is ok then you dream of nightmares.....Go figure.
Great write. the despair was so tangible

Reviewed by Katy Walsvik (Reader)

Reviewed on November 12, 2002

I have a lump in my throat the size of a bowling ball.. will have more to say soon.. this is so sad. you can hold both of my hands if you want.. Id be honored. katy. xox

Reviewed by richard poor

Reviewed on November 11, 2002

dreams are better....very good write.

Reviewed by Calendula Petal (Reader)

Reviewed on November 11, 2002

you need a pocketfull of rainbows.
Horrid hellish place it sounds, anything would appear 5 star after this I expect.
lonley write...

Reviewed by Cathy Montgomery (Reader)

Reviewed on November 11, 2002

Powerful...and yes, painful to read--excellent write...

Reviewed by Tien Avielle (Reader)

Reviewed on November 11, 2002

ow, Roger - this hurt...but it needed to be said today...interesting to read the
comments on this - much more real than the news coverage of ceremonies.

Reviewed by jing javier

Reviewed on November 11, 2002

this is awesome, sir.

Reviewed by C. Gourlay (Reader)

Reviewed on November 11, 2002

although your mind seems far too organised for my liking, I found your piece unique and pretty damn awesome. great stuff here.

Reviewed by na na (Reader)

Reviewed on November 10, 2002

I have been not in the VA facilty but in the Salvation Army shelters, and they don't smell any better there. Of course these were the lucky nights. Things used to get a lot worse unde the bridge when the rain was pouring down and I ws filty dirty and on the run. Those sure wern't the good old days. But there used to be so many of them.
These times are not pleasant memrories, but not as bad as tonight when my soul was shredded. Bill

Reviewed by E T Waldron

Reviewed on November 10, 2002

Sometimes dreams are only the other part of reality we don't get to live...this remembrance is a stark one that makes us all feel to real;-)...

Reviewed by Paul Bright (Reader)

Reviewed on November 10, 2002

I'm one of those "young men sent to war"as I type. I appreciate what you go through.

Reviewed by Ted Sheridan (Reader)

Reviewed on November 10, 2002

Almost as bad as being in a war/

Reviewed by Ted Sheridan (Reader)

Reviewed on November 10, 2002

awesome...and still timely

Reviewed by La Belle Rouge (Reader)

Reviewed on November 10, 2002

Says a lot, Roger. Glad you aren't there anymore, hope the dreams are real now.

Reviewed by Linda Hill

Reviewed on November 10, 2002

Awesome write, my friend.
Reality is how we must live,
but never forget your dreams.
Excellent!

Reviewed by ShyPoet 1

Reviewed on November 10, 2002

Interesting bio -
and thus, this extremely creative poem! Well done.
PS - Us vets have to stick together - i've been "pushed" there too! But, not for long, cause i keep fighting back from nowhere!
The street is not a destination - its where some of us live! An American Disgrace!

Reviewed by Ron (sketchman) Axelson (Reader)

Reviewed on November 10, 2002

My Dad was a veteran too.
He died in an accident.
Ruff place to stay I imagine...

Reviewed by Erin Kelly-Moen

Reviewed on November 10, 2002

Hello, Roger(as I scan back and forth to see your picture! Got mine fixed!). Your piece, well, it's so "human", so impossibley apropos to this world, it hits between the eyes with a punch to the conscience I won't soon forget. My father was a Veteran, but died from alcholism long after he served, yet, too soon for me...shocking sort of piece, reaving peace...