Category: Poetry
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Childhood. III In the woods there is a bird; his song stops you and makes you blush. There is a clock that never strikes. There is a hollow with a nest of white beasts. There is a cathedral that goes down and a lake that goes up. There is a little carriage abandoned in the…
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Poem By R.M. Engelhardt. June 2011 Poem “Burn” In Red Fez
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IN THE ABSENCE OF LIGHTS Dark-mirrored hallways A dim precision march Here we have tread before Without fear/Well measured Pagan desires and objective Study. Pavlov’s dog is still Breathing, his cigarette falls To the floor and he dances like a manic animal. Lost in the headlights, accidents shall occur once more. There are no excuses…
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A Soldier’s Winter The day before it wasn’t snowing. The trees are strangers, leering, disapproving in the ash of winter ..my world, my life, my wandering path. I pray God’s eyes may once again gaze upon me and remind me that I am still His child. ~ Poem Written By A Poet Of The Near…
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GHOST OF MY TOOTH From bone to blood to grave.The tongues of women in countless waves,Ripped from socket, torn from safe Inside. Survivor of fights & broken pieces, wordsPronounced and apologies given, Pliers Ripped from socket, torn from safe Inside. Pain is passing, mortality as well. I intern you to a place Upon my shelf.…
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Ian Curtis put an end to his life the night of May 18, 1980, two days before the roadshow to the United States. The lead singer of Joy Division played “The Idiot” of Iggy Pop in his pickup and hung himself in his kitchen in Macclesfield, leaving a short note: “This moment I would want…
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WALT WHITMAN IS DEAD Where are you now? Uncle? Poet? Walt? Old man, child of the Long Island Free verse son of America, Teacher & government work-man? “Human – Being” Citizen Man… Mind of the spirit Spirit, in the flesh Where have you gone? Disappeared Now a ghost Among the leaves, The rest. Uncle, I…
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End timesEndgame The Mayan calendar, Prophets, sages & warnings “Fuck it” Cause all this was all once just “bible prophecy” & science fiction,& all of that crap that people talked or laughed about When they got bored, drunk or stoned. But they,Were all wrong. “Wrong” And our world our times our peopleDid all this stupid…
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IN THE CHURCH OFCOFFEE AND SMOKES “And now, Let us all pray” Ex-hale. Does anybodyHave a cigarette? Let’s all talk about your day, Light up simultaneously. Oh Lord,I need more sugarIn my coffee And not that artificial Crap Confession; One on one,Let’s all talk aboutAll of your sins, Smiling. No hail Mary’s, no regretsFor our…
