R.M. ENGELHARDT

Poet Writer Author Albany NY

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R.M. Engelhardt is an American poet, writer and author who over the last three decades has published over 20 books of poetry including “Nod” “Alchemy” DarkLands, RAW & “The Last Cigarette: The Collected Poems of R.M. Engelhardt. The founder of the Upstate NY organization ALBANY POETS & the Annual Poetry Celebration THE ALBANY WORD FEST he has through his ideas & visions helped to contribute a large amount of advocacy and creativity to the Spoken Word~Poetry Capital District scene and is the former host of the long running readings The School of Night & Vox. He is currently the host of SPEAK THE WORD ALBANY!. An Open Mic for Poetry And The Spoken Word at Ophelias. Over the last thirty years his work has also been published in many journals such as The Rye Whiskey Review, Red Fez, Rusty Truck, Sure! The Charles Bukowski Newsletter, Thunder Sandwich, Black Noise, The Hobo Camp Review, Full of Crow, on the Outlaw Poetry Network & in many many others. Look for his books “WHERE THE PEOPLE’S VISION PERISHES 2020” “DARK LANDS (2019 on LuLu, Amazon & At Barnes and Noble) The Resurrection Waltz, 2012 ( Infinity Press) & “COFFEE ASS BLUES & OTHER POEMS” ( 2018 Alien Buddha Press 2018) ” DarkLands” 2019 & “Where There Is No Vision” 2020, “WE RISE LIKE SMOKE” (2021) & Of Spirit, Ash & Bone (2022) and RAW- Poems ( 2023) all available on Amazon.com He is also the Editor of the small independent poetry press Dead Man’s Press Ink since 1998. Look for his books The Bones of Our Existence A Journal 2046 & his new books THE DYING TIME POEMS BY R.M. Engelhardt 2026 & NO KINGS 2025 available at Barnes & Noble and currently on Amazon. www.gentlemanoutsider.com *All Poems, Writings & Information Contained On This Blog Are The Property & Owned By The Author R.M. Engelhardt. © 2026 www.rmengelhardt.com

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  • Long-Lost Dylan Thomas Poetry Notebook Discovered in a Drawer

  • BURN

    Burn by R.M. Engelhardt in the night december the cold wind, the frozen world stands still like an abstract like a painting without motion. without sound. smoke & the harsh light of streetlamps, reality dirt white city sidewalks and the panhandlers at the bus stop telling their tale their stories to buy another bottle or…

  • Be Visionary

    The Visionary …All men should possess a ‘visionary faculty’. Men do not, because they live wrongly. They live too tensely, under too much strain, ‘getting and spending’. But this loss of the visionary faculty is not entirely man’s fault, it is partly the fault of the world he lives in, that demands that men should…

  • Why Do We Write?

    We write because the blank piece of paper and the pen are there. We write because this is our addiction and we are proud of it. Our habit, our drug, our crutch. Whatever you wish to call it. We write because since an early age we felt it deep in our souls and in our…

  • A Vagabond Song

    THERE is something in the autumn that is native to my blood— Touch of manner, hint of mood; And my heart is like a rhyme, With the yellow and the purple and the crimson keeping time. The scarlet of the maples can shake me like a cry Of bugles going by. And my lonely spirit…

  • “EPITAPH” LUMMOX #3

        Epitaph for     The lost poem Which contained   Everything And nothing.   Touched everyone, anyone Who desired   The mystery of mysteries Words of words, which brought forth   Language   Both blessed & cursed us Married us, buried us and parted   The heavens and the Deep blue seas  …

  • Some Day

      “Some day, after we have mastered the winds, the waves, the tides and gravity,…we shall harness the energies of love. Then, for the second time in the history of the world, man will have discovered fire.” Unless humankind discovers this fire, and uses it to burn away everything that blocks the changes that must…

  • The Dead Crooner

    The Dead Crooner. THE DEAD CROONER This ain’t the story of Bing Crosby. And sure as shit ain’t the story of Sinatra or Fred Astaire either. This is a story unfit for Bobbie-soxers & the elderly. And this is not the story of some sentimental journey, a very very long-time “ago”. So let’s all get…

  • Eclipse

        Nothing is there beyond hope Nothing that can be sworn impossible Nothing wonderful, since Zeus, Father of the Olympians Made night from mid-day Hiding the bright sunlight And sore fear came upon men. [Perhaps written having seen the eclipse of 6 Apr 648 BC.]