R.M. ENGELHARDT

Poet Writer Author Albany NY

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R.M. Engelhardt is an American poet, writer and author who over the last three decades has published over 20 books of poetry including “Nod” “Alchemy” DarkLands, RAW & “The Last Cigarette: The Collected Poems of R.M. Engelhardt. The founder of the Upstate NY organization ALBANY POETS & the Annual Poetry Celebration THE ALBANY WORD FEST he has through his ideas & visions helped to contribute a large amount of advocacy and creativity to the Spoken Word~Poetry Capital District scene and is the former host of the long running readings The School of Night & Vox. He is currently the host of SPEAK THE WORD ALBANY!. An Open Mic for Poetry And The Spoken Word at Ophelias. Over the last thirty years his work has also been published in many journals such as The Rye Whiskey Review, Red Fez, Rusty Truck, Sure! The Charles Bukowski Newsletter, Thunder Sandwich, Black Noise, The Hobo Camp Review, Full of Crow, on the Outlaw Poetry Network & in many many others. Look for his books “WHERE THE PEOPLE’S VISION PERISHES 2020” “DARK LANDS (2019 on LuLu, Amazon & At Barnes and Noble) The Resurrection Waltz, 2012 ( Infinity Press) & “COFFEE ASS BLUES & OTHER POEMS” ( 2018 Alien Buddha Press 2018) ” DarkLands” 2019 & “Where There Is No Vision” 2020, “WE RISE LIKE SMOKE” (2021) & Of Spirit, Ash & Bone (2022) and RAW- Poems ( 2023) all available on Amazon.com He is also the Editor of the small independent poetry press Dead Man’s Press Ink since 1998. Look for his books The Bones of Our Existence A Journal 2046 & his new books THE DYING TIME POEMS BY R.M. Engelhardt 2026 & NO KINGS 2025 available at Barnes & Noble and currently on Amazon. www.gentlemanoutsider.com *All Poems, Writings & Information Contained On This Blog Are The Property & Owned By The Author R.M. Engelhardt. © 2026 www.rmengelhardt.com

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  • Just For A Moment …

    Take a walk into the dark Alone with your heart In silence. For there is no one around The world is at peace The great wind howls The voices have ceased. Rest your soul For it is all that You have, Among the trees As in daylight You pass on by the Wounded & the…

  • GHOST OF MY TOOTH…

    GHOST OF MY TOOTH From bone to blood to grave.The tongues of women in countless waves,Ripped from socket, torn from safe Inside. Survivor of fights & broken pieces, wordsPronounced and apologies given,  Pliers Ripped from socket, torn from safe  Inside. Pain is passing, mortality as well. I intern you to a place Upon my shelf.…

  • A.D.

    End timesEndgame The Mayan calendar, Prophets, sages & warnings “Fuck it” Cause all this was all once just “bible prophecy” & science fiction,& all of that crap that people talked or laughed about When they got bored, drunk or stoned. But they,Were all wrong. “Wrong” And our world our times our peopleDid all this stupid…

  • The Rain Poets

    THE RAIN POETS It seems that all the rain poets Are weeping again tonight, In words, that rain down In buckets. The living, once more pretending To be the dead, the waiting and Wanting of it, just above their heads Like false prophets. The art of Voices & rants As all of the dark clouds…

  • ”If civilization goes down, that Would be an event to contemplate. It will not be in our time, alas, my dear, It will not be in our time.” ~ Robinson Jeffers

  • Ruthless Gravity

    Ruthless Gravity 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…

  • Two Poems More Than – Evening

    MORE THAN … More than just this; A hand, a halo, a tryst, Swallowed up in imagery Synergy … the electricity Of a single.. simple …. ‘Word’. Phrases given by divine intervention, Ecstasy or the need for flight, From God or Buddha, Mohammad Or the night. More than just this; Your love, your voice exists.…

  • I WAS ONCE DEAD TOO In a famous painting of Christ nailed to and crucified upon the cross I am the watching leper on the right. And with my one good eye I watch as Jesus dies and screams up into darkening sky asking his father for a reason why? And then, suddenly as the…

  • OCCUPY THE WORD… Poetry At The UAG On 01.16.2012

    OCCUPY THE WORDPoetry At The UAG! On Monday, JANUARY 16th the Saint Poem Reading Series will be holding a special event for all those who have poems they would like to share concerning politics, wall street and the current state of the world and America! Poets & Musicians Welcome! What do you have to say? …