Category: R.M. Engelhardt Poem
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OLD BONES All the pessimistsStand in line Picking their nosesCriticizing other voices Broken & defeatedLong long Ago BoredWith theModern worldThey watch usAll from theirThrones of sleep And thenOnce againTurn on the TVLooking outwardFor dominating ideas Approval. Validation. In the decayedEngine of theGreat man madeMachine Long tired & deadIn the waters ofMere acceptanceTheir sad anarchyNow only…
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THE MOON DOESN’T WANT YOUR DICK PICS( An Immature Poem) ~ R.M. Engelhardt©2023
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Excited To Have Some of My Poems About Ian Curtis of Joy Division included in this Great Anthology! Many Thanks to David O’Nan ! ~ R.M. Engelhardt
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POET BY NIGHT No oneEver asks To be a poet This shit justHappens to you Word addictionThe turn of a phraseYour mind worksDifferently Than otherPeoples minds A gift?Or a curse? You start writingJotting down notesTalking into your phone Start looking atReading booksQuietly taken out From the library And on your lunch break? You startScrolling poetsOn…
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Without Myth …
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ANCESTORS To the soul ofAnother soul Born once Ancestors I ask thee for guidanceAdmist the darkening stormThe perpetual night A omenA sign Voices fromA locked room The smoke risesRevealing the path to Home ~ R.M. Engelhardt©2023
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THE GODS ARE WATCHING The Gods Are Watching Not PaganNot ChristianNot HolyLoving orSacred TheyAreTheOverlordsOfSocialMedia Banks CreditCards Corporations They dictate NationsHealth Care And yourVery Lives Paths TheGodsAreWatching FromVideoCameras&DesktopsDrones&Streetcorners And You? Are merelyA number Still believingThat yourDestiny StillBelongs ToYou Alone ~ R.M. Engelhardt©2023
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TOUGH SHIT So you woke up this morningThe sun was shiningBirds singing Heard the screaming alarmGot outta bedMade coffee &Drove to work Got cut off in trafficGot the middle fingerGot stuck at the red lightAnd got a warning fromYour boss Then? You got 150 callsBack to backDrove home Your dogShit on the floorYou burned your…
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THE STARS IN THE SKY The children ofPalestine, IsraelUkraine, Russia &America all seeThe same nightStars in the skyIn the dark But some of thoseLights are not theStars of heavenly wonderBut the last secondsOf life Before death Fear From above Bombs & war planesThe burning world Where the stars suddenly allBecome monsters Nightmares BecomeThe bastardsThe reapersThe…
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A RAKER OF DUSTA RATTLER OF BONES A unknown author once wrote, oncesaid that our world is a dying worldof fragmentation and of despair Thus, making the poet, the writer theraker of dust, the rattler of bones & Like the shaman The very last of their kind All lostGone The poets, the dreamersall dead &…
