Category: R.M. ENGELHARDT, THE RESURRECTION WALTZ
R.M. ENGELHARDT, THE RESURRECTION WALTZ WEBSITE www.rmengelhardt.com
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Originally posted on Bangs, Whimpers, Arts, Culture, and Commentary : THE POEMS OF OCTOBER by R.M. ENGELHARDT Relics The burning smell of leaves He dreams of Her body stretched out Upon the bed. Samhain Cold October. She wears a mask Drunken fucking to the rhythm Of the dance Like a final sacrifice to The Gods.…
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Life is a journey, not a destination. ~ Emerson
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MEMENTO Better to feel (Than be) Blood rushes thru veins And the heart beats, Only one-day to complete its 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…
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“That’s the god damn problem with Albany, NY” She said. “There are too many fucking poets “ In the city Where I was born They tore it all down So many times That we all forgot. Because you see I was born In a place Where the lives get Lines and the stories…
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By Lynn Alexander, Full of Crow Magazine R.M. Engelhardt acknowledges that there is a difference between the passive participant and those who live a passion-driven life, but can often be seen in “Versus” wondering if there is a difference in the end. Passion clearly perpetuates the creative imperative, manifest in poets like Engelhardt…
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“Without magic, there is no art. Without art, there is no idealism. Without idealism, there is no integrity. Without integrity, there is nothing but production.” “As honest as you can expect a man to be in a world where its going out of style.” ― Raymond Chandler, The Big Sleep Raymond Thornton Chandler (July…
