R.M. ENGELHARDT

Poet Writer Author Albany NY

Category: Poetry

  • Lighting new cigarettes, pouring more drinks. It has been a beautiful fight. Still is. ~  Charles Bukowski

  •                             Among the counting of forevers, years, photographs Reminders It is love that only remembers Anyways Beyond the damage Or the seasons, The body or disdain The distance or the longing The heart, or the age It is love that only remembers,…

  •       Invictus BY WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY 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,…

  •         The first song Is innocence.   The last song Is dirt.   And the summer Is now gone along with The heart and the flesh, From diseases known & unknown Which constantly Remind us that If we are anything We are flawed.     Human in the eyes to be inhuman…

  • Hard pressed to Write a poem I Remember the illusion Of a moment.     Something about A haiku. __________________ ~ R.M. Engelhardt

  • Once you read a book it becomes a part of you forever  ~ R.M. Engelhardt

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  •   “Cultivate solitude and quiet and a few sincere friends, rather than mob merriment, noise and thousands of nodding acquaintances.” ~ William Powell

  • “A smoke, a book, a cup of coffee. 

“ These are the little things that get us through this sometimes weary world and all the rainy days.”” ~  R.M. Engelhardt