R.M. ENGELHARDT

Poet Writer Author Albany NY

Category: poetry news

  • 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 AREN’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…

  • 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…