Category: R.M. Engelhardt
R.M. Engelhardt
Poet, Writer And Author
Albany, NY
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As the old year fades away I dream of a far off day Where we all contain the humanity To mend & change our ways Let greed make way for charity Let hate make way for understanding And let these two wrongs to others disappear And as the old year fades away Let our world…
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Twenty years ago I wrote a chapbook called Nod. 2003. These were some poems based on the experimental style of EE Cummings & George Oppen Many of the poems were published on now long gone poetry journal internet sites and as we know many online journals don’t last forever. Here are a few poems. Hope…
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WITH NOTHING MORE TO SAY Some dayOne dayYou won’t reach outFor fameBecause it doesn’tExist never existedNever came or stayedor ever paidThe rent True Or real Or yours Or was everTruly Like words And then? SomedaySometime offIn a near distant future place youWill find yourself standing upOn a stage older And under the lights All alone…
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*An Interview With Thom Francis of The Hudson Valley Writers Guild. https://www.mediasanctuary.org/stories/2022/talking-political-writing-post-pandemic-arts-and-finding-home-with-r-m-engelhardt/ R.M. Engelhardt started sharing his poetry at local open mics in the early-90s and has since been a driving force in keeping the poetry and spoken word alive and well in the area. He has hosted a number of readings and events over…
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HARASSED BY SQUIRRELS Cold December MorningToo early to wake up I sipHot coffee mumbling as theLocal squirrels harass meFor more bird seedWith evil & angry Stares ~ R.M. Engelhardt ©2022
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Within each man a shadow exists. The shadow of his past.The shadow of his future. And the shadow of all the things heCould have been. ~ R.M. Engelhardt
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A POEM FOR THE FRIEND WHO SACRIFICED ʃəˌlɒm əˈleɪxəm, ˌʃoʊləm Aren’t you that kidWho plays the harmonica? The old manSitting in the wheelchairSaid They had told himThat he had a visitorBut he doesn’t recallHaving any atThe nursing homeIn a veryLong time The nurse toldHim it was an oldFriend, a man withA beard in his lateFifties…
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FOR THE ANIMALS Why does the world at night not see you? In the fields and in the moon’s light? Gentle, and taken away from these forests And separated from others of your kind Why does the world at night not see you? Or even in the daylight care about your existence? I will give…
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BAD OMENS:MONDAY NOVEMBER 14TH, 2022 ORTHE DAY OF THE ASSHOLE The tarot cards haveForeseen the horrible future And his return All the signs ImpossibleTo ignore The first hintWas The Tower cardThe second? ALoud & long wailing inhuman fartSound eminating from theDownstairs neighborsApartment Who’s a staunchRepublican with aMake America Great AgainSticker On his pickup truck The…
