Category: R.M. Engelhardt
R.M. Engelhardt
Poet, Writer And Author
Albany, NY
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Without Myth …
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Summer to Fall, Fall to Winter. Time goes by slowly or quickly depending on waiting for the return of things. Books, events etc. So here are a few updates to look forward to soon! WE ARE BACK INVOCATIONALBANY NY’S OPEN MIC FOR POETRY& THE SPOKEN WORD RETURNS TO LARK HALL351 Hudson Ave, Albany, NY( ELEVEN…
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ANCESTORS To the soul ofAnother soul Born once Ancestors I ask thee for guidanceAdmist the darkening stormThe perpetual night A omenA sign Voices fromA locked room The smoke risesRevealing the path to Home ~ R.M. Engelhardt©2023
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THE GODS ARE WATCHING The Gods Are Watching Not PaganNot ChristianNot HolyLoving orSacred TheyAreTheOverlordsOfSocialMedia Banks CreditCards Corporations They dictate NationsHealth Care And yourVery Lives Paths TheGodsAreWatching FromVideoCameras&DesktopsDrones&Streetcorners And You? Are merelyA number Still believingThat yourDestiny StillBelongs ToYou Alone ~ R.M. Engelhardt©2023
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TOUGH SHIT So you woke up this morningThe sun was shiningBirds singing Heard the screaming alarmGot outta bedMade coffee &Drove to work Got cut off in trafficGot the middle fingerGot stuck at the red lightAnd got a warning fromYour boss Then? You got 150 callsBack to backDrove home Your dogShit on the floorYou burned your…
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THE STARS IN THE SKY The children ofPalestine, IsraelUkraine, Russia &America all seeThe same nightStars in the skyIn the dark But some of thoseLights are not theStars of heavenly wonderBut the last secondsOf life Before death Fear From above Bombs & war planesThe burning world Where the stars suddenly allBecome monsters Nightmares BecomeThe bastardsThe reapersThe…
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A RAKER OF DUSTA RATTLER OF BONES A unknown author once wrote, oncesaid that our world is a dying worldof fragmentation and of despair Thus, making the poet, the writer theraker of dust, the rattler of bones & Like the shaman The very last of their kind All lostGone The poets, the dreamersall dead &…
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There isA sacred momentJust before the light Sounds Birds The windThe silence A beautiful worldWithout people Until the garbageTrucks start drivingThrough the streetsOf the morning dawn ~ R.M. Engelhardt©2023
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The breath of smoke moves through the early morning air, new frost upon the cold hard ground, sun through the trees. Winter still sleeps as the ravens call out to the gods. Our time slows down for merely a moment. Enough to feel the earth’s voice asking only for mere notice. ~ R.M. Engelhardt ©2022
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BLACK NOISE The dreams around us Encompassed by the dark Erotic visions of night Surrounded By Black Noise Where the music Begins & Ends In Silence & Desolation In Destruction In Exhilaration Against a Background Of Want Of Need Of Longing For Something More ~ R.M. Engelhardt ©2023
