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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  • Untune The Sky

        “…So when the last and dreadful hour This crumbling pageant shall devour, The trumpet shall be heard on high, The dead shall live, the living die, And Music shall untune the sky” ~ John Dryden    

  • On Anger/ On Writing

    Writing when you are angry may fuel words, move mountains and unleash the monsters that dwell inside of your soul but anger is nothing in comparison to the magic of one single solitary heart that doesn’t just conjure words but worlds.   ~ R.M. ENGELHARDT

  • It’s Been A Beautiful Fight

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

  • SEMBLANCE

                                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,…

  • William Ernest Henley : Invictus

          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 SUMMER IS OVER

    Originally posted on R.M. ENGELHARDT: ? ? ? ? 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…

  • Altruism and the New Enlightenment : An interview with E.O. Wilson

    I think we are ready to create a more human-centered belief system. I realize I sound like an advocate for science and technology, and maybe I am because we are now in a techno-scientific age. I see no way out of the problems that organized religion and tribalism create other than humans just becoming more…

  • THE SUMMER IS OVER

            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…

  • It Is Poetry …

    “It is poetry that effortlessly moves the heavens and the earth, awakens the world of invisible spirits to deep feel, softens the relationship between men and women, and consoles the hearts of fierce warriors.” ~ Japanese Poet Ki no Tsurayuki 905 AD