Category: R.M. Engelhardt Poem
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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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HIS REVENGE SMELLS LIKE … DONNIE wants a WARWants a war wants a warDonnie wants a war wantsA war wants a war becauseDONNIE is in COURT is in courtIs in court is in court & DONNIEIs a Fucking MONSTER THAT ? If RE-ELECTED Will take revengeOut on everyone Including YOU Because HE hasTo wearBIG BOY…
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BUKOWSKI ON PARALLEL EARTH Sometimes I wonderIf Bukowski’s still aliveSomewhere on a parallel world Where he writes cute poemsAbout happy rainbows, puppiesAnd kittens WhereasAll the politically correctPoets & haters on that world Get drunk all day & goTo the racetrack And they all just keep on hating him BecauseNo matter what he writesOr what he…
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AN ODE TO THE DOLLAR STORE An ode to the dollar storeWhere once everything, everyItem was once a dollar the tp, theCandles the candy the knock offsOf Barbies & all the superhero Dolls Now All a dollar twenty-five My old uncle used to tellMe stories, urban legendsAs a child about how comicBooks once only cost…
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DOOMSDAY SONG Light up another smokeSee the fire Dream in other realms Could this have been a better life? A better world? Light up another smokeSee the fire Smell the ashes burn It’s just anotherDay in paradise Enjoy it while you can ~ R.M. Engelhardt©2024

