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R.M. Engelhardt Poet

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Ruthless Gravity

R.M. ENGELHARDT

Ruthless Gravity

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Tonight on television
there is an actor talking about his battle with
drug addiction, sex addiction and life.

You would think that by the way
the host is interviewing him
that he is wise & worldly, an
ancient sage from his
battle with the curse

of “celebrity”

And there are a billion lights
in the great big city, a million lives
that get up everyday and go to work like
everybody else. And their addiction is food,
their addiction is rent and how to somehow
get thru the next day and make sure that
their children are dressed, educated & well-fed.

So the question is is that when you
look at the world do you see a gift? Or do you see an
enemy? Do you have faith or do you pretend that
all of these famous people are like you or your friends?

The constant partying,

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LAST  RITES

 

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Preferred Flowers for funeral… Or one flower only please;

Kennedia … Angelica…Lilac or Iris

And upon said date of expiration,

Please inscribe names of said flowers upon heart, mind & soul

“Here”

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Lost poets, minor poets, local poets, major poets

DEAD poets living poets no longer in print, paper, journals but on inter-net

Ether-net under new title “another dead white guy” who wrote

“Poems”

Who isn’t so dead anymore… but still wearing black,

Who perhaps just pulled a disappearing act

Or a mystery which you cannot “unravel”

So look for these clues;

Search under true lives, true words & true lines,

Where there are no excuses, false critics or liars

Look for open minds & what matters most.

Burn past, burn history burn intensely into

New realm of being… dream.

Search for her & that’s where you will find

“Me”

 

EGO voveo delecto vos insquequo

terminus of meus dies.

 

 

~ R.M. Engelhardt

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In thy breaking heart, obscured,
Silent whereas no one
Gives a “shit.”
 

Whereas a single voice or one still moment in
its measure linger,
This message, “unrecieved.”

Where no amount of time, wine-roses or memories can heal.
As human falls, fails broken, out of reason.
Long letters written, months recorded days, photographs and longings,

And unrelenting dreams.

The cold earth, this cold world
Which still compels,
The embodiment or abandonment, of spirit.

Where all of your magnificent angels have flown, and have now fallen below,

To the pavement.

Love, no longer a poem but only a word,
Too slow to process.

Poet, out of time place and season.
Century… Here.

In thy soul, thy breaking heart obscured, silent.
Whereas no one gives a “shit.”

Etc Etc.Etc.

This message “unrecieved.”

RM Engelhardt
has published several books over the last decade including Nod~Logos~Alchemy~The Last Cigarette: The Collected Poems of R.M. Engelhardt & others. His current experimental book of poetry & prose is called “Versus”. His work has also been published by many journals both in print & on the internet including Retort, Verve, The Boston Review, Sure! The Charles Bukowski Newsletter , Thunder Sandwich, The Angry Poet, Full of Crow, Outsider Writers & many others. R.M. currently lives in Albany, NY.

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R.M. Engelhardt Poet

 

Arm yourself with pens and imagination, the paper is the empty space between the silence and the void. Fill it with words and ideas of grand thoughts and designs, unseen moments glimpsed out of secret corners.

 

~ R.M.