Category: Albany Poets
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LITTERA SCRIPTA MANET WhenThe power goes downElectricity goes out Words mysteriouslyDisappearThe voicesGone Something’s broken In this place Had a 1000 dreamsWill have 1000 more But these streets areDesolate Abandoned It’s no longerThe carnival No longerThe temple The voices have scatteredTo other worlds & places Died or retired Forgotten who they are Forgotten how toWorship the…
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Great Newspaper Article On Albany’s Open Poetry Mic “The School Of Night. 2004 LIVE POETS SOCIETY A VIBRANT OPEN-MIKE SCENE LETS THE REGION’S WORDSMITHS HAVE THEIR SAY JOSEPH DALTON STAFF WRITERSection: ARTS-EVENTS, Page: I1 Sunday, April 18, 2004 The bar is the magnet until poet R.M. Engelhardt takes the stage. Conversations cease, and loners in…
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OF CONVERSATIONS FRIENDS & ANGELS Today I come to you In the memory Of old friends Conversation Over lost time And lost years That have Mysteriously Vanished In both tragedy And revelation Grief And silence Detached from This mere Mortal coil To remember them; They who were Once here and They who once loved…
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https://albanypoets.com/poets/r-m-engelhardt
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BELTANE If a new world begins once again As an ode to the light conceived, The cold The dark turned away Then I shall return In the sunlight Like memory Like Spring Again ~ R.M. Engelhardt 2017
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https://albanypoets.com/2017/03/albany-poets-presents-r-m-engelhardt Poet and writer R.M. Engelhardt will be the featured reader 2017 Albany Word Fest edition of the Albany Poets Presents reading series at Restaurant Navona (89 New Scotland Avenue, Albany) on Wednesday, April 19, 2017. Albany Poets Presents puts a spin on the typical poetry event in the local literary community by highlighting one…
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On Friday, January 20th Donald J. Trump will be sworn in as The President of the United States of America. This will be a very sad day indeed. And as poets and writers everywhere we need to speak up and say what needs to be said, and share those words with our nation…
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http://www.albanypoets.com/2016/11/half-dead-poet-review-year-sadness/
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RelicsThe burning smell of leavesHe dreams ofHer body stretched outUpon the bed.SamhainCold October.She wears a maskDrunken fucking to the rhythmOf the danceLike a final sacrifice toThe Gods.SheShe is the GodA Goddess inBlack makeupThe spell runningThru us 7 times uponThe moonlit night’sFrozen earth, throneOf graveyard dustThese are the remainsOf what we once called loveEaten by the…
