R.M. ENGELHARDT

Poet Writer Author Albany NY

Category: R.M. Engelhardt Poem

  • IN APOCALYPSE FASHION

    IN APOCALYPSE FASHION False heroesWalk down the streetsOf America with swastikaFlags Drones followingThe words Of a rapistAnd a spoiled littleFascist The cultOf red hatStupidity Mediocrity The cult & portrayal ofChristianity destroyingDemocracy & freedom In a countryBarely out ofIt’s infancy 250Years of degradationThe killing of human beingsWith the appointed namesOf minorities, Native AmericansBlack communities, prison campsFor…

  • Sonny Crockett

    SONNY CROCKETT Sonny Crockett stands Smoking a cigarette on The corner somewhere  In Miami  He used to be A undercover cop, a detective  Now an old man  Fashionably dressed In an old white suit &  A day-glow green t-shirt  He scratches the Stuble of his white Scruffy beard, his gray Long hair magnificent  Under the…

  • The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is that good men do nothing. THE DYING TIME, POEMS BY R.M. ENGELHARDT is a visceral, raw collection of poetry that functions as both a political manifesto and a spiritual eulogy for a fractured America. Published in 2026 by Valhalla Shelter Press, the work captures a…

  • MYTH APPEARS MISSING

    MYTH APPEARS MISSING The other dayI saw an old man in a long coatWith a beard postingFlyers around town Trying to find something Someone The flyer said ” Missing” Last seen hanging outAt the NY Nuyorican CafeIn 1998 At a spoken word event The name of the writer artistFormerly known As “Myth” The description said…

  • Once Called America
  • THE VOICE OF TOMORROW The voice of tomorrowIs the voice of today The voice of tomorrowIsn’t a writer, an activistOr a politician, a pop starOr a racist thug spreading liesAnd speaking atA university The voice of tomorrowIsn’t a tyrant, a presidentOr a Democrat, a liberalOr the KKK The voice of tomorrowIs simply a child Who…

  • ASH The words onceDevestatedThe mind Some Uplifted theSoul The deadCan no longerHear them The livingNo longerListen Unless theyAre wrapped upIn a packageOf glamourOr deceit Can you stillHear them? The poetsAsk Can you stillFeel them? The poetsCry But the massesAre now allDeaf & blind ConditionedBy the promiseOf somethingMore But lift the veilAnd close theCurtain andYou’ll find…

  • UNDER THE REIGN OFAN INSANE MONARCH EverythingDies here Even the stars Under theDead weightThe blind hateOf 50 statesUnunited There is noBeauty here Only deathAnd decay And a flagNo longer ofMeaning Under the reignOf an insaneMonarch And the monstersWhich he has made ~ R.M. Engelhardt©2025