Category: R.M. Engelhardt
R.M. Engelhardt
Poet, Writer And Author
Albany, NY
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WRITE. Manifest power in words. Write poetry. Name your own humanity. Ponder creation thru inner meaning. Find hidden voices in the universal consciousness of soul. Find yourself, and then return again. Poetry is the sacred religion Of both time & space older than Civilization itself. Poetry is dead. Poetry is living. Poetry is everything. Poetry…
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LET POETRY BE POETRY Attention: Don’t apologize Don’t cry Don’t whine Leave it alone Don’t change or Edit the world Be honest Be authentic Be real Because You’re entitled No matter Who you are Or where you Live To be who you Were meant to be To say what needs…
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Jim Morrison Lives In My Basement Jim Didn’t really Die in 71 He actually Moved back to The states & Drank alot of Booze Where no one Recognized him Or knew his Name Then one day He showed up On my doorstep Asking for a Notebook & a Pen claiming He was once The Lizard…
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The Clown & The Ballerina The Clown & The Ballerina Walked down the isle They fell in love Despite all denials And the world Continued to fade In these times we Love in these times We hope in these times Of dark days where Nobody wants laughter Or romance, dancing Or swan…
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Some Days Some days I question human behavior I question what we are doing here I question where I came from where mankind came from after I watch the news on tv after listening to people talking on there cell phones screaming at other human beings on the bus. But somehow I never give up.…
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Now Traveler Now, Traveler
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In The Silence Political headlines The same ol’ shit Not a day passes Without anger Somehow The gods of war The gods of pestilence The gods of media Have destroyed our Inner peace as each Part each peace of Our soul fades away And dies a little bit As the darkness Overshadows our Faith Our…
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Nothing Grows In this garden The flowers Are for the dead A memorial to The fallen In memory of Lives once lived But in the season Of each child In the passing of Each son We sow the Seeds of promise In the hope of Another one Who will lead Us…
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NOTICE My long dead Animal spirit Doesn’t give 2 shits about your Drama, symbols, politics Pornographic presidents Or clever displays In my dialect A long lost forgotten language Of primitive signs smoke filled Bars, cigarettes, man caves & Sun gods on vacation Riding old motorcycles Into the dusk The last of my tribe Who share…
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Now Available: My new book of poems “Coffee Ass Blues & Other Poems” is now available on Amazon through Alien Buddha Press with illustrations by friend & fellow poet Red Focks. Get your copy today …
