R.M. ENGELHARDT

Poet Writer Author Albany NY

Category: THIS IS NOT AMERICA

  • NATIONAL POETRY DAY What is ” National “These days? And whatIs “Poetry?” Is it the screamingSound of immigrants &Their children beingHandcuffed & pushedInto a black van? Is it the sound ofAssholes in masksPretending that theyAre real human beings? JokingAbout the murder Of Poets? Nurses? What is ” National “These days? And whatIs “Poetry?” It is…

  • 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…

  • Dear Mr. Neutral , A Poem

    DEAR MR. NEUTRAL, A POEM Dear Mr. Neutral, You might want serving overblown ego It’s evidence of your weakness not your strength time to grow up ~ R.M. Engelhardt©2026

  • UPON THE DEATH OF AN AMERICAN POET

    UPON THE DEATH OFAN AMERICAN POET My breathStands still Frozen In the coldJanuary air Of a new year Reminiscing aboutBetter timesBetter days Facing anotherNazi delusionFrom the grave MonstersFascists &Morons DeadIn their own regimeOf decay Their paradesParticularlyStupid & violent Racist &PatheticWith smallMalevolentMinds My breathStands still Frozen In the coldJanuary air Where I don’tRecognize thisWorld anymore These…

  • RAGE FOR MEANING PerceptionIs merely a dream A theme A myth The world? A story The writer A ghost So we keep writingKeep wondering why Why we wage wars Or can’t find solaceOr peace When nothing Is real Without Meaning ~ R.M. Engelhardt©2026

  • 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

  • IN THE DAYS OFAMERICAN OBLIVION I try to avoidThe news I tryNot to believeWhat’s happening But cannot In a placeWe call theLand of the free But we askWhere are the brave? A placeWhere peopleAre being arrestedFor merely protesting Or for fighting back Where Nazi likeGroups in red hatsAre even allowedOn our streets supportedBy a false…