R.M. ENGELHARDT

Poet Writer Author Albany NY

Category: poetry news

  • (Goodbye America Goodbye) ANOTHER DAY Another DayAnother DollarIn This Damn FinePlace Called “Amer~rika” Living Out OurLives Behind The LiesThat Nothing’s WrongAt All And If You Can’t SeeThe Truth You’re Blind Conform To The StandardsPretend That Everything’sJust Fine Buy SomethingEat SomethingDo Nothing Online Goodbye AmericaGoodbye ~ R.M. Engelhardtยฉ2026

  • As Autumn Begins By R.M. Engelhardt AS AUTUMN BEGINS

  • 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…

  • THE 21st CENTURY POETS ARENโ€™T DRUNK ENOUGH

  • 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,”…

  • Bohemian Soul, Poem R.M. Engelhardt

    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…

  • Every Tyrant
  • Someone I don’t know just sent this to me about an hour ago. Needless to say I wasn’t expecting it. Apparently they did some research about my recent argument & disagreement regarding the methods & tactics of a sad excuse of an egotistical human being who blatantly misuses & exploits the people who are down…

  • ASH The words onceDevestatedThe mind Some Uplifted theSoul The deadCan no longerHear them The livingNo longerListen Unless theyAre wrapped upIn a packageOf glamourOr deceit Can you stillHear them? The poetsAsk Can you stillFeel them? The poetsCry But the massesAre now allDeaf & blind ConditionedBy the promiseOf somethingMore But lift the veilAnd close theCurtain andYou’ll find…