I hear America screaming, the varied lies I daily hear, Those of politicians, each one singing their own tune for each and themselves alone, And in the background; The soldier crying as the d…
Source: “I Hear American Screaming” by R.M. Engelhardt
Monthly Archives: November 2016
IN THE KINGDOM OF NIGHT (Be Thankful)
Be thankful.
For round you,
Thy life there is a world
Without conscience
Without light.
To;
All thee who live
And all thee who strive
Strife may not as yet
Have touched your bones.
So
Be thankful.
For the lark & the light
And the music of the night
And its kingdom.
So far from the dark
And apart from those times
A better world that
Is still trying
To be a better world.
So
Be thankful.
For the child, and the heart
And the happiness & time
The seasons and the soul and
The hope that our kind,
Keeps.
So
Give thanks.
For in the true
Kingdom of Night
There is no love to find,
No beauty, no truth no meaning
And no time
No time
To live
Or be
Or love
Or find
You.
So
Be thankful
For it is not merely
The act of being alive,
Survival
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POET ?
POET ?
I smoke in the ashes
Of my own myth
Follow the voices in my
Head that say “Record these
Moments”
Become another soothsayer
Of another century, another
Shadow treading light
There are thousands
Like me
Thousands searching
Everyday
Perhaps for God
Perhaps for themselves
Perhaps for no one
For they live and re-live
Words, language
Alone
And call themselves
Poets
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An Angel
An angel runs
Thru the sudden light
Thru the room
A ghost precedes us
A shadow follows us
And each time we stop
We fall
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THE GRIM REAPER NEEDS A HOBBY
The grim reaper must be lonely
Or perhaps God is, sending him
Fishing for musicians, poets & actors, jesters and the like.
Or maybe the reaper was just bored in a place where it’s always
Dark and never light.
So he decided to play a joke on us
And made our new leader the joke
Itself.
Yes, this year the reaper has been quite busy lining up all his stops
Playing with the chessboard in the
Basement and taking the muse’s pawns
And has left us all to sink or swim
And find new ones to inspire
Generations to fight the dark as well
Or maybe just so he
Can play the game
Again
~ R.M.
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A Year of Sadness : The Half Dead Poets Review
I Hear America Screaming
I Hear America Screaming (Inspired by Walt Whitman) I hear America screaming, the varied lies I daily hear, Those of politicians, each one singing their own tune for each and themselves alone, An…
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I Hear America Screaming
I Hear America Screaming
(Inspired by Walt Whitman)
I hear America screaming, the varied lies I daily hear,
Those of politicians, each one singing their own tune for each and themselves alone,
And in the background;
The soldier crying as the doctor measures his amputee leg,
The businessman singing as he makes his fortune off others misfortunes and then sails off & away to the Bahamas,
The single mother asking what she shall feed her starving children, praying every night
The old dying man mumbling, sleeping on the park bench, with no place left to go
The last animals dying as they breathe in the toxic fumes as they fall from the trees and wires
The union man’s song, the blue collar worker on his way in the morning,
Just to find the factory closed down
The beautiful singing of the daughter, or of the young wife taking care of her mother in her final days because she couldn’t afford a hospital at home
Each American singing what belongs to him or her and to none else, and never believing in sharing
For this day is what belongs to the day—the night always another beginning
Truth screaming with open mouths against an America in it’s very last glories and days
~ R.M.
