John Rhinem Poet I do not know?

The Red Rabbit

Across from this municipality by the bay

I silently stand here

Looking deeply upon the open waters

Currents that make there way

Beyond the moon reflecting tide

The colourful lights....

Stillness drowns, the sounds all around

What a pretty montage, the skyline seems

Before my searching eyes, these images....

Turning inward, toward the depths of my mind

This quietness of floating, through time 

With these metal laced wings

Weighing my spirit, to this place! 

Caught within a world that I have never belonged....

But oh how it looks so lovely

Such portraits upon the wall

Except for these ones here

In black pearl frames; blank....

Center stage; as they stare back at me

Fireflies with fangs, swarming above the waves

On their way atop the jangled, turbid turquoise sea

Towards the glitter and the dreams

In the nighttime....You stand there?

Until one day you finally find

Reality....

Is but an illusion

Played amid varied and disappearing shells

This flicker of light; this vapor of sight

Beautiful chords of enticing pastel shades

Vanishing behind, a fog shroud mist....

These turning currents; which sweep towards the dissertings despair 

With invisible brush strokes; charcoal

Splattered upon this absorbing canvas

The crimson crawl; changelings, like a disease

Clingling shawls....

Turning bright to bitter red

While the concerto plays on, its joyous song

And metal laced wings, fall from me

Beyond the skydome, of tangible tides

As poison basted water lilies....
   
Beckoned beneath the solidago; smiling

Pointing to all their pretty pictures

Before the fireflies with sharpened fangs

Hung their veils....

Upon the black pearl frames; blank

Chanting their songs, alluringly, to them all

As the splash of fallen things, fell; set my soul free

A new tune to compose, that shall never fade, away

While looking across the panthered purple waves, towards the city 

Tides turning from arcane blue, unto another hue

Now rising....

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The Red Rabbit!?

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Carol Sunshine Brown August 12, 2010 at 5:38 AM A joy to read an oldie by one of my favorite poets John. Love, Carol

Rhia Madison Thomer May 13, 2009 at 7:58 PM this was magnificent, it had me captivated, trapped but oh so willing a prisoner to the magical write here! "Reality.... Is but an illusion" that line was absolutely amazing, this whole poem was a perfect masterpiece in my opinion, i really felt this piece. you have a very great gift, and i always look forward to reading more. you images are wonderful and your emotion has us all feeling the same way. im so fav-ing this one! thanks for all your comments! all my love madison

Derrick Burton April 21, 2009 at 5:15 PM Hello and I had rathered commented on another great poem but it alright.... wanted to say thank you for your warm comments on my poetry and the opem mind and straight forwardness you seem to always give. Enjoy your weekend.

Diane Christian April 18, 2009 at 7:54 AM hi John, great to see you on soup, we all fine and God's love is all a round us, it's great knowing we can tryst him regardless of what else is going on around us. anyway great to know you are well and happy, much love God bless you from diane

Derrick Burton April 17, 2009 at 5:37 PM Thank you for the real comment, wasnt meant to draw sympathy, I wrote this poem awhile ago and wanted to share before I started writing some religous pieces many will call me crazy for. Ofcourse their backed by the scriptures and so I had to make that confession to god infront of the whole soup because if we care what man could find out or pretend to be something else behind the medicine of poetry...... we are not reallt being ourselfs... please have an open mind to my up and coming writes.

David Smalling April 17, 2009 at 1:43 PM Johnny, this is a masterpiece among things of high imagination ... I seem to go away for a while sometimes, but this one of the reasons I must always return.

Derrick Burton April 14, 2009 at 2:29 PM Dam... that was great! loved seeing the colors and your mind as I read. You won't like my new poem, dont think anyone does but its part alot of folks life and use to be mine as well. Enjoyed reading this.

Charmaine Chircop April 12, 2009 at 5:17 AM Happy Easter to you and yours as you say;-)!God bless your day

Chris Yarnell April 11, 2009 at 9:07 PM this is nice

Michael Jordan April 11, 2009 at 6:12 AM John my friend in life & the Lord - well your actually more of a mentor when it comes to the Lord - Sorry it has taken so long to reply I haven't been on the site to much as of late - The Lord has many things that he is guiding me to these days - really it is quite remarkable in so many ways - Loved this poem John title and all - God Bless you my friend - My family and I send you our love - God Bless, MJ

Ernilando Tugaff April 10, 2009 at 9:59 PM John my friend, this poem is really HOT. It warmed my heart. Very nice and it adds knowledge to the reader. Thanks for sharing. Ernilando

L'Nass Shango April 10, 2009 at 10:30 AM John, an awesome and detail exposition of a journey that is pure gift of the imagination. You light my board from time to time with so much tribute and flavor, I am afraid no simply thanks will ever match your great devotion to friendhsip. Blessings to your family and may light be strong.

Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen April 9, 2009 at 9:50 PM You words are captivating. They secretly wind about through the mind until in one quick scoop, you are a mesmerized reader, like I am now. This is a beautiful and thoughtful poems. Thank you, also for your encourating and kind comments. Those comments do help so very much. God bless you. Smiling, Dane Ann

Daver Austin April 9, 2009 at 7:31 AM Amazing what one may see when staring into the ocean or a lake, amazing when staring into a fire, also in contemplation or meditation. I like the way you introduce sound into the poem. Vivid imagination! Love, daver

Kristin Reynolds April 8, 2009 at 2:32 AM P.S-I've never felt a part of this world either - there is a reason for it, though - and truth is it. :)

Kristin Reynolds April 8, 2009 at 2:31 AM John, i must tell you, I understand this poem exactly. to tell you the truth, this is exactly the theme of the book I'm writing - the pretty (or not so) painted callophane, and then what's behind the picture - the reality. amazing, truth knows no bounds. :) Now, as for your comment, thank you! But, which poem 6 months ago are you refering too? I need a reminder, please. :) Much love, good to read you again, love, Kristin

Nadia Shahwan April 7, 2009 at 6:35 PM .....I'm editing my third page of MonaLisa.

John Loving Iii April 7, 2009 at 12:08 PM the red rabbit must be the observer because i see no red rabbit here. but i will say you did a great job brother! i, on attach, tackled a long piece; yours. and found myself rewarded by the beautful images you've presented here. i felt dreamy and also agreeable with the oppinions presented here. in all you did good John Henry Loving III

Anna-Marie Docherty April 7, 2009 at 12:51 AM Whether this be a beautiful picture you're gazing at, a dream or even sitting near the shoreline, it simply dances with poetic technique and visual brilliance! Sorry to disappoint but the 'mythology' is limited, not something I know much of but like to try new things from time to time. I wonder if some of yor friends work is still here for inspiration maybe? Thanks for the welcome comments, have a Happy Easter!!

Aleera De La Keur April 6, 2009 at 9:38 PM I really liked this, its intense and VERY descriptive it makes me FEEL like I'm there, I can see everything so perfectly, THAT is talent my friend, it makes me want to read ALL your works. 7/7, great write, really. ......Aleera

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Carolyn Devonshire April 6, 2009 at 7:48 PM Soup mail for John!

Diane Christian April 6, 2009 at 11:51 AM aww beautiful written, this poem is on hot poems too, amazing, we thinking of you, God bless you jpohn love diane

Sara Lokken April 4, 2009 at 11:32 AM "Caught within a world, that I have never belonged"..."metal wings"..."life is but an illusion"....I understand your words very well, my friend....this depicts me! But your soul is free with your inspirational words....and reveals the beautiful heart.:) Love, Sara

Alyssa Finley April 3, 2009 at 3:40 PM Wow, this is really beautiful. Great job!! And thanks for all your friendly comments on my poetry, I really do appreciate it :)

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