Category: R.M. Engelhardt
R.M. Engelhardt
Poet, Writer And Author
Albany, NY
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Originally posted on Spectral Lyre: I wonder where Wallace Stevens came from? Born in 1879 to conventional parents in Reading, Pennsylvania, he attended Harvard for three years after high school; eventually, he got a job with an insurance company in New York, later ending up in Connecticut. My wondering has little or nothing to do…
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Jack Kerouac
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I hear America screaming, the varied lies I daily hear, Those of politicians, each one singing their own tune for each and themselves alone, And in the background; The soldier crying as the d… Source: “I Hear American Screaming” by R.M. Engelhardt
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Originally posted on R.M. ENGELHARDT: Be thankful. For round you, Thy life there is a world Without conscience Without light. To; All thee who live And all thee who strive Strife may not as yet Have touched your bones. So Be thankful. For the lark & the light And the music of the night And…
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POET ? I smoke in the ashes Of my own myth Follow the voices in my Head that say “Record these Moments” Become another soothsayer Of another century, another Shadow treading light There are thousands Like me Thousands searching Everyday Perhaps for God Perhaps for themselves Perhaps for no one For they live and re-live…
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An angel runs Thru the sudden light Thru the room A ghost precedes us A shadow follows us And each time we stop We fall
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The grim reaper must be lonely Or perhaps God is, sending him Fishing for musicians, poets & actors, jesters and the like. Or maybe the reaper was just bored in a place where it’s always Dark and never light. So he decided to play a joke on us And made our new leader the joke…
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http://www.albanypoets.com/2016/11/half-dead-poet-review-year-sadness/
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I Hear America Screaming (Inspired by Walt Whitman) I hear America screaming, the varied lies I daily hear, Those of politicians, each one singing their own tune for each and themselves alone, An… Source: I Hear America Screaming
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I Hear America Screaming(Inspired by Walt Whitman) I hear America screaming, the varied lies I daily hear, Those of politicians, each one singing their own tune for each and themselves alone, And in the background; The soldier crying as the doctor measures his amputee leg, The businessman singing as he makes his fortune off others…
