Category: R.M. Engelhardt
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ASSASSINATION DAY This is whatHappens whenSocial MediaDivides humanityCreates fodder forThe storm &Influences the youngWho do not understandThe true reality of theirConsequences PerhapsSpecial needs Not a heroJust a kid PerhapsSees the classicVillain on a TVScreen But theVillain is realThis is not aMovie or a repeat orA video game The false messiah?The false victim? His liesHis hateScreamingAnd…
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SUPERIOR POET DICK SYNDROME Do you suffer fromSUPERIOR POET DICK SYNDROME? Are you well … A Dick? Here’s a list of symptoms: 1. You post in poetry groups butYou rarely comment or even bother to likeOther poets work always trying toOutshine them 2. You must constantly insultAnd or make shitty attempts toCompare yourself to famous…
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MYSTICAL CYNICISM My Poems areToo long For words In the Age of DeadRevelation Dark Vanity The mediaOf uncomfortable Verses That stillAwaken Each night Searching forSomething theyCannot find Their soulsStill lingerStill grieveFor thePrinted page In silence ~ R.M. Engelhardt ©2024
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YOUR MUSE HAS DIED OF BOREDOM See the mediaBuried in it’s ownShit, it’s own graveA thousand fold The kidsAre all at itAgain No longerShopping inThe dark cornersOf the departmentStore Looking desperatelyFor inspiration Y’ see First came JesusThen Sinatra thenElvis and thenWellllllllll … WTFIs this ? Maybe you shouldCheck your localLibrary There’s this sectionThey call POETRY…
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EULOGY Up far too early on aSunday morning The face inThe mirrorNo longerYours The birds outsideSinging a songUnfamiliar toYour ears The sun burningOut what’s leftOf all grace That youOnce heldLike a childIn your arms Cradled As you see herGhost inPassing Walking byIn the other Room ~ R.M. Engelhardt©2024
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POEM OF THE CENTURY Secretly I am quietly writing Working on the Poem of the century The 21stThat is And No It won’t be epic Say like The Wasteland Or Howl Disturbing the orderOf conformity Creating chaosOr change It won’t be over one page longOr able to fit in a prettyInstagram picture And it certainly…
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SONG OF THE ANNIHILATOR I do not fearYour God I’m hereTo destroy him With words Like in the past How you have waged wars And have killed innocentChildren In his name And my wordsDo not careWhat side youAre on What beliefWhat religion For Like most GodsMy words shall beUncaring Indifferent Unfeeling DestroyingEverythingIn theirPath Without conscience…
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VERACITY The truth isA beautifulA lovelyA mystifying Thing That separates us fromAll the see thruSchemes That appear normal But still Just notQuite right Telling usOf the ongoing repetition Obvious elocution Unworthy ofA place to still beHaunting As the sirens stillScream obliteratingThe much needed sound Of words Of sincerity Of love Hoping to distractUs all fromThe…
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The moment is the morning cup of coffee and the truth from the writer’s pen, the clarity of the poem, desolation & creation. Fame, glory & once upon a times never matter in the end. The only thing that matters or that will still one-day matter or remain alive are the words that you write…
