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

Category: The New Verse Movement

  • Archibald MacLeish

    Happy Birthday To Archibald MacLeish Ars Poetica   Archibald MacLeish   A poem should be palpable and mute As a globed fruit, Dumb As old medallions to the thumb, Silent as the sleeve-worn stone Of casement ledges where the moss has grown— A poem should be wordless As the flight of birds. * A poem…

  •   EPITAPH Equilibrists lie here; stranger, tread light; Close, but untouching in each other’s sight; Mouldered the lips arid ashy the tall skull. Let them lie perilous and beautiful. ~ John Crowe Ransom

  • I WAS ONCE DEAD TOO …

        In a famous painting of Christ nailed to and crucified upon the cross I am the watching leper on the right. And with my one good eye I watch as Jesus dies and screams up into darkening sky asking his father for a reason Why? And then, suddenly as the clouds open up…

  • To The Last …

    “Wisdom, you are the last to whom I turn. Not for your spear, fashioned in that same fire as all bright jealous objects of desire. But for your shield. Protect the least of us. Or lift me from this battlefield, and take me home.”   ~  D. A. Powell, To Last.

  • “God is enthroned above the circle of the earth” ~ Isaiah 40:22 “Around thy orb the beauteous stars are hurled with rapid whirl” ~ Orphic Hymn to the Earth, 3rd Century B.C. Who said everyone in the ancient world believed the world was flat?

  • Learn …

        Learn from everyone. Follow no one. Watch for patterns. Work like hell.   ~ Scott McCloud

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  • We sniff the air, we don’t kiss the dirt.

  • simplicity …

  • MEMO

    Build fire and read the future in smoke Carry out ash and scatter over head Be sure not to look back Try out the art of metamorphosis Paint face with cinnebar As a sign of grief ~ W.G. Sebald