R.M. ENGELHARDT

Poet Writer Author Albany NY

Category: Poetry

  • Mysticism keeps men sane. As long as you have mystery you have health; when you destroy mystery you create morbidity. The ordinary man has always been sane because the ordinary man has always been a mystic. He has permitted the twilight. He has always had one foot in earth and the other in fairyland. He…

  • So here we go again. I had to bail him out of jail in a place that you probably never heard of near Thebes. You see, back in those days he was kind of like one of your celebrities. The first “bad boy” on the scene before all your Colin Farrell’s & Sean Penn’s, Billy…

  •     “Books bend space and time. One reason the owners of those aforesaid little rambling, poky secondhand bookshops always seem slightly unearthly is that many of them really are, having strayed into this world after taking a wrong turning in their own bookshops in worlds where it is considered commendable business practice to wear…

  • Bones Beneath Flesh Machine The Heart Still Lost Somewhere In-between A Dream & The Reflected Light. A Memory A Movement A Moment In The Dark Which Remains, Like Some Celestial Eternal Sonnet Thoughts, Minds Bodies Connected And Breathing Her Hair Sweeping Across Your Face. A Fragment Another Time And Another Place. Years Later? An Old…

  • Better to feel (Than be) Blood rushes thru veins And the heart beats, Only one-day to complete it’s duty While eventually earth and gods shall all come crashing down And kingdoms & civilizations fade. And so please, I ask you only this; That when I leave to let me take these Few things with me;…

  • “There is no bad whiskey. There are only some whiskeys that aren’t as good as others.” ~ Raymond Chandler

  • All poets may come and go but it’s the words that forever remain. It is not of the body but of that which comes from the soul which touches others.   ~ R.M. Engelhardt RIP  Maya Angelou :       http://www.cnn.com/2014/05/28/us/maya-angelou-obit      

  • It is by faith that poetry, as well as devotion, soars above this dull earth; that imagination breaks through its clouds, breathes a purer air, and lives in a softer light. -~ Henry Giles