Category: R.M. Engelhardt
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PERCHANCE The night is far too humid Misery Older than I wish to beMy spirit younger than some Sitting outside on an oldWooden chair having a smokeAnd a beer In the summer time Like another old Bob Seger songReminiscing about the daysGone by Past daysPast lives The thrill of it all A time that has…
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IN APOCALYPSE FASHION False heroesWalk down the streetsOf America with swastikaFlags Drones followingThe words Of a rapistAnd a spoiled littleFascist The cultOf red hatStupidity Mediocrity The cult & portrayal ofChristianity destroyingDemocracy & freedom In a countryBarely out ofIt’s infancy 250Years of degradationThe killing of human beingsWith the appointed namesOf minorities, Native AmericansBlack communities, prison campsFor…
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POETRY FORPOETRY’S SAKE The poemIs from theOther side A placeUnknown And you Are only it’sInstrument &Servant Bringing forthThe light Without reason Or even asking Why? ~ R.M. Engelhardt©2026
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SONNY CROCKETT Sonny Crockett stands Smoking a cigarette on The corner somewhere In Miami He used to be A undercover cop, a detective Now an old man Fashionably dressed In an old white suit & A day-glow green t-shirt He scratches the Stuble of his white Scruffy beard, his gray Long hair magnificent Under the…
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SEE YOU AT AUSCHWITZ So let’s talk aboutThe devestationLet’s talk about all the chaos And let’s talk about theAshes of bodies incineratedThat no one remembers For the dying time has returned No gods https://youtube.com/shorts/7OIui1iXtLk?si=Gv29Ani9N4XV-MKu No saviorsJust menBlind & hungryThat feed upon theFlesh of children &Poverty, hate and violenceEnjoying their stay in ourSouls destroying civil-lies-nationAs we…
