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

Category: THE LAST CIGARETTE BY R.M. ENGELHARDT

  • Three New Poems In The Kitchen Poet

    Three New Poems …

  • The Silence Falls …

    R.M. Engelhardt … On Poetic Diversity

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  • P U R P O S E

        Among saints & sinners, Good & evil God & Satan Nothing matters. Among books filled with Words, conformed and Pressed into a small child’s Mind   Nothing matters. Among the shadows, Self-esteem cut down by Authority and the egos of Those who have murdered and Buried their dreams Nothing matters. Among the opinions…

  • Apocalypse, Etc.

    Note: Humanity? I am tired of your self-centered Bullshit & whining ways Stop this train, stop it now. For we shall all remain… Dream. Persevere Into this life, Or the next. An ode to the dead world that is poetry, lost and faraway. The ancient soul of Sappho gone and golden days. Tear these words,…

  •   “Sometimes it’s great, and sometimes it’s shit. These are the things all the great philosophers just won’t tell you flat out about life. You keep moving, keep living, keep breathing And you keep writing-creating because that’s what you do And that’s who you are. There are no magical voices to guide You except your…

  • Pushing verses Past Their Limits …

    Pushing verses Past Their Limits …

    By Lynn Alexander, Full of Crow Magazine     R.M. Engelhardt acknowledges that there is a difference between the passive participant and those who live a passion-driven life, but can often be seen in “Versus” wondering if there is a difference in the end. Passion clearly perpetuates the creative imperative, manifest in poets like Engelhardt…

  • Love In The Mid-West

    In this dream. You are a painting by Thomas Hart Benton with luxurious black hair and beautiful pale white skin Asleep. An old hillbilly a mid-west aging Pluto attempts to touch you, looks at you from around the corner in awe and sublime wonder and its obvious and plain to see that he is complete…

  • DUST

      I have long since disappeared from these places. Time speaks and all I have left is gone where meaningless gestures from strangers in a foreign land signify nothing, the circle once more revolving and unfolding the mysteries of sleep. And everything, macrocosm and microcosm, has merely become a dream. Dead sonnets and broken memories.…

  • THE DAY GOD BECAME POPULAR

                  We were hanging out drinking a few shots with that asshole Mephistopheles. He (as usual) was trying to boug a few drinks, and (as usual) we..ignored him. At work as usual it was one long fucking day. I was stuck putting up the sequoia’s and disagreed; God liked…