“When one day ends, the next begins, for in this infinite universe there is no final conclusion to anything, definitely not to hope. From the ashes of the old age, another age is born, and birth is hope.”
~ Dean Koontz
Category Archives: Books
Every Day
I watch every day what you are doing as a society. While you sit by and watch your Constitution being torn away from you, you willfully eat poisoned food, buy manufactured products no one needs and turn an uncaring eye away from millions of people suffering and dying all around you … Perhaps I should let you all in on a little secret. No one likes you in the future. This time period is looked at as being full of lazy, self-centered, civic-ally ignorant sheep. Perhaps you should be less concerned about me and more concerned about that.
~ John Titor, Presumed Time Traveler November 21, 2000
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Why Books?
WHAT IS POETRY? POETRY IS YOU
Poetry is much much more than all of the definitions, theories or explanations that you read or hear about everyday. Poetry is not just a form, a quote or one or two popular poets or pop stars in the media. Poetry is not hip hop or gangsta rap, slam or new formalism, gay or straight, white or black, dead or alive. Poetry does not belong either to the streets or the academics.
Poetry is not always a love song. Poetry is not always about the rain or nature, mountains or castles. Poetry is neither happy nor depressed, a villain or a hero, a lover or a friend.
Poetry is merely poetry for poetry’s sake. But the words are sacred, something sacred which we share.
Poetry is a state of consciousness and the mind.
Poetry is all of history and is the history of being.
Poetry is all of us
Poetry is you.
~ R.M. ENGELHARDT, 2015
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Five New Poems : R.M. ENGELHARDT
Hello To All My WordPress Friends,
Welcome to the new and improved R.M. Engelhardt website and as always thank you for stopping by to read a poem or perhaps just find some inspiration.
Here are five new poems published by The Outlaw Poetry Network which are forthcoming from my next book of poetry “The Bones Of Our Existence”. (More Details To Come!)
Again,
Thank you for supporting my work and supporting poetry!
www.outlawpoetry.com/category/r-m-engelhardt
Sincerely,
R.M.
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The Open Library : R.M. Engelhardt
The Last Cigarette:
The Collected Poems
Of R.M. Engelhardt
These are the earlier collected works of Albany, NY based poet, writer & author R.M. Engelhardt who has published several books over the last two decades. Engelhardt through his ideas & visions has helped to create a large amount of the Upstate, Albany, NY spoken word~poetry scene and is the host of The Saint Poem Reading Series. Through his efforts he has created such groups the Albany Poetry Syndicate as well as Albany Poets (www.AlbanyPoets.com), which have left a lasting mark on the upstate NY literary scene. His work has also been published by many journals both in print & on the net including Retort, Verve, Fashion For Collapse, Sure! The Charles Bukowski Newsletter, Copious Amounts, Thunder Sandwich, The Angry Poet, 2nd Avenue Poetry, Full of Crow & in many others.
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Shakespeare’s Sonnets Published Today In 1609
Shakespeare’s Sonnets, quarto published by Thomas Thorpe, London, 1609
“Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove.
O no, it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wand’ring bark,
Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.”
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove.
O no, it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wand’ring bark,
Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.”
~ William Shakespeare
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Long-Lost Dylan Thomas Poetry Notebook Discovered in a Drawer
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Untune The Sky
“…So when the last and dreadful hour
This crumbling pageant shall devour,
The trumpet shall be heard on high,
The dead shall live, the living die,
And Music shall untune the sky”
~ John Dryden
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William Ernest Henley : Invictus
Invictus
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.
R.M. ENGELHARDT 