Category: Poetry
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The Sunday Morning Church Bells Change The World From Dark To Light They Are A Sign That The World Is Still Alive Awake With Beauty Grace And Hope ~ R.M. #troyny
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Searching for words In the morning sun Of another new day ~R.M. Engelhardt
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BELTANE If a new world begins once again As an ode to the light conceived, The cold The dark turned away Then I shall return In the sunlight Like memory Like Spring Again ~ R.M. Engelhardt 2017
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How to Speak Poetry Take the word butterfly. To use this word it is not necessary to make the voice weigh less than an ounce or equip it with small dusty wings. It is not necessary to invent a sunny day or a field of daffodils. It is not necessary to be in love, or…
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“Pity the nation whose people are sheep, and whose shepherds mislead them. Pity the nation whose leaders are liars, whose sages are silenced, and whose bigots haunt the airwaves. Pity the nation that raises not its voice, except to praise conquerors and acclaim the bully as hero and aims to rule the world with…
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https://albanypoets.com/2017/03/albany-poets-presents-r-m-engelhardt Poet and writer R.M. Engelhardt will be the featured reader 2017 Albany Word Fest edition of the Albany Poets Presents reading series at Restaurant Navona (89 New Scotland Avenue, Albany) on Wednesday, April 19, 2017. Albany Poets Presents puts a spin on the typical poetry event in the local literary community by highlighting one…
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A WINTERS TALE In the evening The early morning This small world Exists in silence Just the wind The snow envelops All lights & this city And the earth Has momentarily Ceased Traveled back in Time before man Ran the show The trees Don’t seem To care I breathe in The dark and Breathe out…
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On Friday, January 20th Donald J. Trump will be sworn in as The President of the United States of America. This will be a very sad day indeed. And as poets and writers everywhere we need to speak up and say what needs to be said, and share those words with our nation…
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The grim reaper must be lonely Or perhaps God is, sending him Fishing for musicians, poets & actors, jesters and the like. Or maybe the reaper was just bored in a place where it’s always Dark and never light. So he decided to play a joke on us And made our new leader the joke…
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http://www.albanypoets.com/2016/11/half-dead-poet-review-year-sadness/
