Category: R.M. ENGELHARDT, THE RESURRECTION WALTZ
R.M. ENGELHARDT, THE RESURRECTION WALTZ WEBSITE www.rmengelhardt.com
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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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THE ENEMY OF MY ENEMYIS YOUR GOD MY FRIEND Oh Dear GodOh see how they bleedOh Dear God, my Lord. Oh Dear GodOh see how they pleadOh Dear God, my Lord. My Lord;Who we wait forScream forOn the battlefieldsOf every war Antagonist. Protagonist. Oh thy Lord, You uponOur side Their side. No questionsNo explanations AskedOr…
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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…
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The Aesthetics Of Anger When said the moon to the stars in the skyA small boy was born upon the day his mother diedUpon his 30th day did also riseAn only son in September. And when he was young and death did followHim like a bird and left him hollowAt five & twelve & 13…
