Category: American Poet
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As Autumn Begins By R.M. Engelhardt AS AUTUMN BEGINS
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NATIONAL POETRY DAY What is ” National “These days? And whatIs “Poetry?” Is it the screamingSound of immigrants &Their children beingHandcuffed & pushedInto a black van? Is it the sound ofAssholes in masksPretending that theyAre real human beings? JokingAbout the murder Of Poets? Nurses? What is ” National “These days? And whatIs “Poetry?” It is…
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THE DYING TIME, POEMS BY R.M. Engelhardt is a visceral, raw collection of poetry that functions as both a political manifesto and a spiritual eulogy for a fractured America. Published in 2026 by Valhalla Shelter Press, the work captures a sense of immediate crisis, weaving together themes of societal decay, the loss of artistic “magic,”…
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Bohemian Soul ~ R.M. Engelhardt BOHEMIAN SOUL Bohemian SoulNo OverlordsFreedom & Democracy The PastStill Remains In The Future For We Are The CaretakersOf The Human Race, The Earth,The Skies & The Seas The DenizensOf the UndergroundThe Keepers Of The Peace Unchained Bowing Down To No ManNo MonstersNo Kings Burn Down Our HouseAnd We’ll Rebuild ItWe’ll…
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PERCHANCE The night is far too humid Misery Older than I wish to beMy spirit younger than some Sitting outside on an oldWooden chair having a smokeAnd a beer In the summer time Like another old Bob Seger songReminiscing about the daysGone by Past daysPast lives The thrill of it all A time that has…
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UPON THE DEATH OFAN AMERICAN POET My breathStands still Frozen In the coldJanuary air Of a new year Reminiscing aboutBetter timesBetter days Facing anotherNazi delusionFrom the grave MonstersFascists &Morons DeadIn their own regimeOf decay Their paradesParticularlyStupid & violent Racist &PatheticWith smallMalevolentMinds My breathStands still Frozen In the coldJanuary air Where I don’tRecognize thisWorld anymore These…
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RAGE FOR MEANING PerceptionIs merely a dream A theme A myth The world? A story The writer A ghost So we keep writingKeep wondering why Why we wage wars Or can’t find solaceOr peace When nothing Is real Without Meaning ~ R.M. EngelhardtΒ©2026
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There’s love everywhereIt just seems that the fewWho can’t find it are fullOf hate & rage and that theySeem to want revenge onThose who’ve found it More proof thatMoney isn’t a littleKing sitting upon his babyHighchair who doesn’tKnow a God Damn thingAbout hope or kindness Monsters are realMonsters exist becauseThey’ve never felt theLove that’s missing…
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THE POET LAUREATE OF ALBANY Someone once mistookMe for some kind of celebrity A celebrityWithout money Only words But thirty yearsPasses by with eachPassing obituary The death of familyThe death of friends The death of momentsOf highs & lowsDrunken sonnets & love& Unemployment woes And if anythingPoetry is made of just that Broken loveBroken soulsBroken…
