A POEM FOR THE FRIEND WHO SACRIFICED By R.M. Engelhardt

A POEM FOR THE FRIEND WHO SACRIFICED ʃəˌlɒm əˈleɪxəm, ˌʃoʊləm Aren’t you that kidWho plays the harmonica? The old manSitting in the wheelchairSaid They had told himThat he had a visitorBut he doesn’t recallHaving any atThe nursing homeIn a veryLong time The nurse toldHim it was an oldFriend, a man withA beard in his lateFiftiesContinue reading “A POEM FOR THE FRIEND WHO SACRIFICED By R.M. Engelhardt”

The Outsider …

“…The Outsider is doubly a rebel: a rebel against the Established Church, a rebel against the unestablished church of materialism. Yet for all this, he is the real spiritual heir of the prophets…The purest religion of any age lies in the hands of its spiritual rebels. The twentieth century is no exception.” ~ Colin Wilson

FOR THE ANIMALS, A Poem By R.M. Engelhardt

FOR THE ANIMALS Why does the world at night not see you? In the fields and in the moon’s light? Gentle, and taken away from these forests And separated from others of your kind Why does the world at night not see you? Or even in the daylight care about your existence? I will giveContinue reading “FOR THE ANIMALS, A Poem By R.M. Engelhardt”

BAD OMENS: MONDAY NOVEMBER 14TH, 2022 A Poem

BAD OMENS:MONDAY NOVEMBER 14TH, 2022 ORTHE DAY OF THE ASSHOLE The tarot cards haveForeseen the horrible future And his return All the signs ImpossibleTo ignore The first hintWas The Tower cardThe second? ALoud & long wailing inhuman fartSound eminating from theDownstairs neighborsApartment Who’s a staunchRepublican with aMake America Great AgainSticker On his pickup truck TheContinue reading “BAD OMENS: MONDAY NOVEMBER 14TH, 2022 A Poem”

nOpE ~A poem by R.M. Engelhardt

In the beginning was the word, the wordThat from the solid bases of the lightAbstracted all the letters of the void;And from the cloudy bases of the breathThe word flowed up, translating to the heartFirst characters of birth and death. ~ Dylan Thomas,In The Beginning NoPe The 1st poem wasn’tWritten in EnglishIn fact it wasn’tWrittenContinue reading “nOpE ~A poem by R.M. Engelhardt”

Poetry Collaboration: Backwards Until When (5) with R.M. Engelhardt (from Dead Man’s Press)

Originally posted on Fevers of the Mind:
part of the “The Empath Dies in the End” series Backwards Until When (5) 1 (David L O’Nan) I keep dreaming of a backwards red balloon floating in a bleeding sky, a paper sky I keep envisioning a backwards red balloon floating by, telepathically I know it is…

I SING OF THE BODY DISSECTED. A Poem By R.M. Engelhardt

I SING OF THE BODY DISSECTED So let us now allSing or if you believe Pray Not of these golden daysBut in this dead choir of reprieveOf anguish of suffering of days Let us all sing of the 21st centuryOf all our failures & the falseTriumphs & of the true progressOf men Unmade Undone UnseenContinue reading “I SING OF THE BODY DISSECTED. A Poem By R.M. Engelhardt”

The Common Man By R.M. Engelhardt

THE COMMON MAN The Common ManSits in the workplaceBreaks his back inThe factory & writesPoetry On the side Doesn’t giveTwo shits aboutWhat the big wide worldThinks too busyTo deal with thoseWho have superiorityComplexes Issues & Destroys themAll with a mereSentence Moves on Keeps writing The Common ManSees what is & whatCould be Could’ve been CelebratesLifeContinue reading “The Common Man By R.M. Engelhardt”