Category: Albany Poets
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The first song Is innocence. The last song Is dirt. And the summer Is now gone along with The heart and the flesh, From diseases known & unknown Which constantly Remind us that If we are anything We are flawed. Human in the eyes to be inhuman…
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Hard pressed to Write a poem I Remember the illusion Of a moment. Something about A haiku. __________________ ~ R.M. Engelhardt
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Once you read a book it becomes a part of you forever ~ R.M. Engelhardt
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When stars fall out of the sky and all lights fade into silence. When you grow cold Eyes grow old Touch grows cold Stars fall out of the sky And lights still fade. After years After hours After moments That never mattered You grow cold…
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“I am the beast with a contorted grin, contracting down to illusion and dilating toward infinity, both growing and dying, delightfully suspended between hope for nothing and despair of everything, brought up among perfumes and poisons, consumed with love and hatred, killed by lights and shadows. My symbol is death of light and the flame…
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You Will Be Sadly Missed.
