John Rhinem Poet I do not know?

Apotheans Midnight Winters Recital

Beneath this sordid stanzas storm swept night

Such eroglyphics; frost upon the warping window panes

Oozing opaques of blood red crimson, bleeding from burnt sashes

Crying ashes, screaming amid the rain....

"Do you really know pain," they asked

As the shadows of this world, did all but turn away

Rotting, flesh for the pellucid pelicans; thus decayed

While the countless loved ones wept; deep inside they weep   

Chasing off the waiting vultures these

Petrified spirits, sown beyond the wailings trees....

Ethnologies exogenous, transluciating tumorous roarings; latex

Cataclysmic lightning of fables, now colliding, with the craving sea ~

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Apotheans, midnight winters recital!?





Note: Smile ~ This poem is about the darkened oppressions, repressions, 
sufferage & plights, amid humanity within this, "Our World Today!"

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Doris Culverhouse September 20, 2010 at 7:17 AM Enjoyed rereading this poem!

Andrea Dietrich September 17, 2010 at 7:11 PM thanks for the footnote to this poem. I could tell it had that "feeling" about it, great images like you always do! and lofty vocabulary! luv, andrea

Lynette Chachere September 16, 2010 at 5:40 PM not all know, or even realizes what true pain is. i would think that those shadows were very important to us. but seemed to be forgotten and left. this has much worth to think about, John. i've been trying to comment everyone. sorry for taking so long. im just going through everything. i hope you are well my great friend.<3 ~Always&Forever Lynette

C.C Bloomsfield September 4, 2010 at 6:47 AM John,I do believe yes there is pain in this world and those crying ashes. .are heart breakin.Dear john there is even the beauty of the sky,the sea,thesoil,the fruit,the friends,the words,the verse,the comfort. .the velvet petal rose between the thorns..im sure all this beauty will somehow reach your heart. .and hey you have many women lovimg you here,i see :)smile. .Gotta go nw,this beauty tmfs!Celene!

De R September 3, 2010 at 9:57 AM This is so true, my dear John...there is a lot of suffering in today's world, unfortunately. But if we're not alone we can get through all the pain...we just need to love and care for each other. Values like honesty, honor and friendship are lost nowadays, people think more about money, but that makes their souls frozen, a soul of 'ashes', perhaps...wonderful write, my dear friend. Kisses, Emily

Carolyn Devonshire September 3, 2010 at 7:33 AM Very powerful and compelling poem, dear friend. I could feel the painful emotions eminating so vividly through your words. Indeed, there is much suffering in today's world. The remedies seem elusive to us, but I do believe prayer and faith and save us all. Love, Carolyn

Doris Culverhouse September 3, 2010 at 7:04 AM John, I have reread your poem and I now get it...I am alittle slow on the uptake. You write uplifting comments, thanks for the praise!! Do you work in the writing industry?

Audrey Haick September 2, 2010 at 12:09 PM I definitely need my dictionary here John..LOL You've lost me with this one...Help?? Love, Audrey

Doris Culverhouse September 2, 2010 at 6:41 AM why are the sashes bleeding? and crying ashes? is this about a war with fire?

Carol Sunshine Brown September 2, 2010 at 5:48 AM I enjoyed reading your poetry this morning John. Thank you for all your kind comments. I will not be reading poetry for a few days as I will be gone from Friday until Monday. I look forward to reading more of your poetry when I return. I wish you a weekend filled with good health, love, and loads of inspiration. Love and Blessings, Carol