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…
