AND YOU WILL REMEMBER

AND YOU WILL
REMEMBER

Once.

There is, was
Nothing

Is, was
Nothing

At all

But the
Dead

Who
In their
Final moments
Their last
Breath were
Surrounded
By panic

And fear

Politics

And despair

Struggling
To live

To survive

Unable

To scream

Where black
Orange &
Yellow
Bodybags
Lined the
Hospital
Hallways

Across nations
Across the world

Where
Photos, media
Flashed
Across giant
Internet screens

Confirming
Loss

And the
Doctors &
Nurses
Essential
Workers

Fought on

Some died

But there
Is, was no
Prayer

No anger

To a missing
God or a
Tyrant, the
Monster of all
Hate, lust  & greed

Envy

And sloth

Who ?

With a
Casual smile upon
His face

Lived on

And we ?

The survivors
The angry
The broken
The hopeless
&  the poor,
The weak
The powerless
The middle-class
And all the old
And all the young
Of the world

Did nothing.

We

Did nothing

We

Did nothing

We

Did nothing

“At All”

#coronavirus #death #2020 #rmengelhardt #poetry #poem #youtube

In The Burning Light

IN THE BURNING LIGHT

All animals
All creatures
All beauty

Dead.

How could
God let
This happen?

People asked

And then
God replied

“Men did”

And put
Out the
Fire with
Rain

As he
Opened
A door between
The clouds
Of smoke

Where the
Souls of all the
Creatures

Went

~ R.M. Engelhardt ©

At The End of The World

R.M. Engelhardt

They used to say this place is called the “End of the World

And it has gone by many other names

Like Apocalypse

Rapture

End Days

And people have been talking
About it forever, for centuries
Putting it in books

But if you choose
To believe in all of this,

Do nothing. Don’t stand. Don’t change.
Don’t resist with a true belief  in the
Human spirit, a greater love or faith

Then the End of The World
Becomes a simple truth

~ R.M. Engelhardt, 2020 ©

2020 VISION

2020

2020 VISION

History
Has been
Built upon
Bodies
And blood

Hate
Ignorance
Violence

War

We
Have been
Misguided

Blind

For
So long

Perhaps
It’s time
We looked
Up into
The heavens

The stars

And pull
Them down
To the earth

For nothing
Can hold us
Down

Save ourselves

We have
A long journey
Ahead

And a vision
And a hope
To make
Truth

#2020vision

~ R.M. Engelhardt

Happy New Year …

Solstice

SOLSTICE

Today

We bless all
Things all darkness
All light

The days
Have grown shorter
And the night
Stays to remind
Us to rest & to
Change our
Ways for the
Better

For the future
For humanity
Animals children
Our world

Today
We rid ourselves
Of all negativity
All sources of
Hate

So let us
Do just that
And bury them
All beneath
The frozen earth
As we pray
For better days

And as our fires
Grow in solace
Theirs shall
Disappear

Back into
The shadows
To remain

~ R.M. Engelhardt

Find Your Own Voice

Life, poetry in general is about experience and language. How you present this rare magic is key. The writer or poet is not an expert. It’s how you present it. In other words? Each God is a God and each man is a man or for that matter woman. A line is a line and beauty is beauty. Tragedy is tragedy and you own both. There are no workshops or religions that can ever teach you to be you or how to live or write. You must find these words by yourself and then put them down on paper or find your own way, your own path in the dark.

~ R.M. Engelhardt

Dead Man’s Press Ink. Coming Soon

The Occult.
Poetry, Mystery & Pulp. Masters of the macabre.
DEAD MAN’S PRESS INK.
Editors: R.M. Engelhardt & Hex M’ Jai
Coming Soon.

The Occult.

Poetry, Mystery & Pulp. Masters of the macabre.

DEAD MAN’S PRESS INK.

Editors: R.M. Engelhardt & Hex M’ Jai

Coming Soon.

Retirement

RETIREMENT

Someday
I will be an old
Poet an old man
In an old suit a tie
And a fedora hat
Reading old poems
About the old days
To young kids who
Won’t appreciate
Poetry or jazz or
The silence of the
Mind nature or
Music the mystic
Or the magick of
Life

And it is
Then at that
Very moment
When one of
Them makes
Another fart joke
In the middle of
My reading that
I shall pause
Smile & then with
A magick incantation
Turn into a fifty foot
Serpent & eat them
All in the school
Auditorium telling
The school principal
That they all just
Hated my poetry
And left as I let out
A loud & infinite
Belch and I get on
The bus
& leave

Retirement

~ R.M. Engelhardt/2019