John Rhinem Poet I do not know?

....Black Bottles....

Selling lotions and potions, with no real notions

While traveling with this carousels carnival caravan

A million bottles of black....

With no answers, no cures, no promises, no hope!

Like dangling this rope, of self hypnotization?

Unable to see anything beyond their own day

And then, their own grave....

These salespeople, selling nothing at all?

Except perhaps, confusions glitter of glimmering dust

Sitting up their display tables of somewhat confined

Adorned with alluring and pretty pictures, of the well refined

Growing old and getting gray....

Living with no moment, beyond this day?

Selling lotions and potions, with no real notions

While traveling with this carousels carnival carivan

A million bottles of black....

Trying their hardest, to steal away the assurances and the dreams

Of millenniums of lives and souls, whom have believed

In something, beyond this valley of certain death

A shadow, which has always lurked in their mist

Selling....

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Black Bottles!

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Lynette Chachere August 18, 2010 at 5:46 PM a write kind of mysterious, and much to think about, "black bottles"..almost mystical. & thank you as well, John.for your always very kind comments. i look forward to your words. again, a very interesting poem in which these black bottles are written to portray. i hope your day is well, with much peace.(: ~Always&Forever Lynette

Charmaine Chircop July 6, 2009 at 11:21 PM great write--we all meet people selling black bottles every now and the--feeding us stuff which destroys our soul--i love your words of wisdom--great writer you are john-charma

L'Nass Shango April 13, 2009 at 5:25 AM I cannot describe this poem, it has too many levels ... vain commercial interests ... death ... mortality's fears ... duplicity and greed .... John you have used the genius of your talent again to fracture the human situation, giving us a look at self in the mirror of time. Truly awesome, my friend. love always.

L'Nass Shango March 18, 2009 at 10:19 AM I must find time to penetrate more of your words, I have just began mapping the militant trajectories of your story. Thanks for the friendship, One love and peace

Randy Sadberry February 26, 2009 at 10:58 AM Hi, my brother! Awesome poem, as always, you can move people with your words. Bro, R

Tyesha Ehigiator February 25, 2009 at 5:21 PM Wow, John this is an amazing write coming from a gifted poet..Such a truthful and direct message here..The only cure for sure that we all know won't fail is the one that you don't have to buy is the miracle of knowing Jesus Christ.He will supply all your needs if you just have faith,seek,trust and believe in him and you will see miraculous things happen in your life..Very creatively written with the most incredible imagery.God Bless You John, Keep on Sharing these amazing writes. Love Tyesha

Jane Bowen February 24, 2009 at 12:02 PM That was fun! Intriguing and a bit in your face! Not that being a sales representative is a bad thing....only if you sell bottles of black nothings....(I sell Insurance....kinda ironic) I pretty much sell death....it's odd!~ Good write on this...I enjoyed the second repetition of Selling lotions and potions, with no real notions~! Happy to be back at the soupie~ CIAO FRIEND Jane

Michelle Mac Donald February 23, 2009 at 3:56 AM Hey John! This is nicely penned. I don't know what those 'Black Bottles" might contain, but they don't seem to hold any beneficial remedies. This feels nebulous, and perhaps a tad ominous: "A shadow which has always lurked". Sounds like bottles of 'cure all', sold by Dabblers and Tinkers. Might be chancy to swallow its contents?:( Hope all's well with you, John! God's blessings, and love to you..Mikki

Brian Strand February 21, 2009 at 7:43 AM An excellent vignette of past times John.Rgds Brian & thanks for your welcome comments

Robin L. Gass February 20, 2009 at 9:05 PM False prophets. That is what this makes me think of, John. Your imagery is striking in this write that makes me think of those that lure the foolish and the innocents astray with their temptations, those who deceive others for their own gain (atleast that is what it says to me). !ell done, John! Thank you for the passage. Our final victory! (John 14: 1-6) God bless you always, John! Love, Robin

Marie Prance February 20, 2009 at 7:07 PM Oh my,black bottles that don't even sound good at all, a truth here,thanks for your comment and may God Bless,Marie

Michaela Payne February 20, 2009 at 4:23 PM Very truthful write my friend. I love the way this was written, so smooth and such vivid imagery. Wonderful write. Blessings, ~Michaela~

Carrie Richards February 20, 2009 at 2:48 PM I feel that this may have many meanings...so many evils that might come in those black bottles...back to the days of selling the elixer that can cure a multiple of ailments...up to a modern evil that feeds itself from the vulernability of the victim it consumes? Interesting poem, and well done! ~ Carrie

Christopher Higgins February 20, 2009 at 1:56 PM On point write my dear friend.. you know how to tell the truth brother without caring what the masses think..This flows so well. I almost felt like it could be set to music.. well done brother..Love, Chris.

John Loving Iii February 20, 2009 at 1:51 PM the snake oil salesman the inspiration for many drug companies today. it will shock you how many still exist. nice write and observation from a time not so long past. John H Loving III