I'm Not Your Hero... (poem) by Retta (Reindeer) Mckenzie on AuthorsDen

Reviewed by Jimmy Mills (Reader)

Reviewed on April 21, 2003

Rein--your work is absolutely superior! What a way to say you are done trying to save someone-elses life. It's time for someone to save yours. Your messages are so clear and I love them all! Thanks for sharing my favorite poet. Jim

Reviewed by Michelle

Reviewed on April 21, 2003

Rein,
This poem is wonderful. It is lively and very thought provoking. It really makes you reflect on life and how others see you. Bravo to you-very good work.

Reviewed by Josephine Bohen

Reviewed on April 19, 2003

but you are a hero
you are

Reviewed by Tony Nerone (Reader)

Reviewed on April 19, 2003

Dear Retta, You may be done as a hero, but you certainly are not done as a poetess. Your poetry is as lovely as ever.

Love yf
tony

Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)

Reviewed on April 19, 2003

They shall run and not tire, ect, Lamentful poem, melanchonic, talented write...

Reviewed by Connie Hinnen Cook (Reader)

Reviewed on April 19, 2003

I'm guessing you remain the hero, whether retired or not.
This one shines in its brilliance, Reindeer!

Reviewed by Bobbi Duffy

Reviewed on April 19, 2003

Retta, this one resonated with my weary soul. I once thought I could save the world, then I realized, it would be battle enough to save myself from the memories of past battles. Sometimes the most heroic thing a champion can do is have the wisdom to hand off the gauntlet to someone can fight hard and longer.

Call out to the hero,
Whose heart is pure and good,
Not all ill used and putrid,
A warrior who has not returned,
From where I have been...

These are telling lines for it is not where we are going in life that makes us who we are, but where we've been.

this, Retta, is a magnificient piece. and you are a true hero.

Bobbi

Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado

Reviewed on April 19, 2003

thought provoking write, reindeer! well done! :) (((HUGS)))

Reviewed by Sandie May Joyce (Sandie Angel)

Reviewed on April 19, 2003

A very thought-provoking poem!

Sandie Angel :o)

Reviewed by Katy Walsvik (Reader)

Reviewed on April 19, 2003

With age DOES come wisdom.. and that is exactly what you have written here.. champions are not always those who act, but often are the ones who are not afraid to speak truth.. this is simply beautiful in its wisdom, sad in its self-assessment.. but you ARE the hero.. this proves it! Wow! katy.

Reviewed by Tinka Boukes

Reviewed on April 19, 2003

sad write...but superb!!

Reviewed by na na (Reader)

Reviewed on April 18, 2003

I understand your feelings Retta. I feel that way too. Let soemone younger pick up the gauntlet. Bill Hugs

Reviewed by Bhuwan Thapaliya

Reviewed on April 18, 2003

sad write...but superb...love n luck...BHUWAN

Reviewed by Rodney Bohen

Reviewed on April 18, 2003

Retta,
Oh my..Retta, what wonder, leaping upon lines, telling tale, magnificent,please enbrace my words wrapped in clean pure, when I state, I'm taken, stricken and humbled by this piece.
You are a remarkable wonder you are, both rare , fresh and virgin in the words you paint and cast, clad in layered peeled heart, each word marching on. I on ocassion feel led to share with a writer, to continue to unwrap their heart, yes, layer by layer till the bottom ground is found, for therein lies the worth of or very soul, essence and being, yes our richest treasure yet unearthed in blazed glory. Yet Retta, I feel you one of few, that have indeed arrived close to the bottom layer indeed! Yes, I know what lies there, but I know the riches stored too!
Be well brave spokesman of heart, say on I say...say on...thank yop for sharing, youre wisdom born of pain and scar...yet youre hope breaths in high and lofty places of excellence, this all can see! Say on I say...Say on
Rodney Evan Bohen

Reviewed by E T Waldron

Reviewed on April 18, 2003

How well you write about life's testing of us...it's difficult to always be there , yet just as hard not to...life's conundrums;-) Beautiful write Reindeer

Reviewed by Dove (Reader)

Reviewed on April 18, 2003

The power of the hero is always within your heart, no matter what ~

Reviewed by Lady Peg (Reader)

Reviewed on April 18, 2003

Retta,
so sad but your beauty is in verses of excellence again thankyou,..
"Ah dear one,
Run while you can,
Find Yourself someone full of hope,
There are a few left,
Under this darkened Sun...
But as for me,
I am done... "
Peggy

Reviewed by Marilyn Seray

Reviewed on April 18, 2003

this is sad. Dont underestimate yourself. Even when someone come to you, just your presence alone is enough

Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)

Reviewed on April 18, 2003

Ahhh, yes. At some point you just can't do it any more. I've learned to teach them to stand on their own two feet. Bravo, Retta. A thoughtful poem. You do good work.

Reviewed by Ron (sketchman) Axelson (Reader)

Reviewed on April 18, 2003

Oh now, just be their part time hero?
The young one's don't understand?
Very well, retire from heroing Reindeer
Love your style......