Category: R.M. Engelhardt Poem
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THE LUNACY OF POETS One poet agreesWith your politicalViews but his overgrownEgo perpetuates pureJealousy Attacks youOn social mediaBecause you have moreFollowers Gets blocked &His ass kickedPublicly MeanwhileAnother oneHas a fake profile& pretends to beA caring soul Turns out to beA fascist trollPlaying a game Not a writerOr a poetBut some “Thing”With a complexCalled “Hate” StuckUp…
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THE POETRY OF THE 21ST CENTURY Standing out in the coldWriting a poemThat no one will ever Read This is the wayThe life of a poet Capturing the lightWithin the dark forNo one but the here &There and not the everyoneOf everywhere Only in the shadowsOf brief humanityDo we wanderIn a new century The crowdsThe…
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THE FEAST OF IMMORTALS The banquet begins. The first servingOn the menu is thePoor the taste of theirDevastation & suffering Exquisite An appetizerBaked by the scumlordsThe landlords who keepRaising their rents forcingThe hardworking & the onceMiddle class to their knees Delicious The profitThe disease &The dance of joyAnd of knowing thatThey are never going toBe…
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THE BITTER MEN Bitter menWrite bitter poemsWrite bitter wordsThus the world learnsOf it’s own desolation When what wasOnce sacred onceTrue is diminishedBy apathy & avarice Greed &Wealth ForBitter menWrite bitter poemsWrite bitter wordsThus the world learnsOf it’s own desolation But the bitter menAll usually drop deadBefore anyone noticesTruth Lost For the bitter menSaw their world…
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DYSGRAPHIA Is the beginning? A story ?A poem? The poem? The story? Something has been Lost A memory ? A voice ? Write Write WriteWriting Nothing Can’t Find The images Like a blurred dream Cannot awaken Or see Perhaps They all diedThey all lived In miseryHappily ever after The end Fin. It all begins again…
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the last year is gonelike the rustling of the leavesthe old world has passed andthere’s a dark & lonely dream so it’s time to bringforth a new dreamand renew our faithin the magick of changeafter all of which wehave lost ~ R.M. Engelhardt©2023
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How does Love forget sorrow but always Remembers how to fire A gun? ~ R.M. Engelhardt©2023
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IS POETRY RIGHT FOR YOU? Even when Death inhabits a poem, he does not own it. He is a squatter. In fact, Death owns nothing. ~ Todd Moore, Outlaw Poetry I love Jesus but I don’t know whyI want to die by suicide Do you ever go to sleep& wish you would neverwake up? Is…
