R.M. ENGELHARDT

Poet Writer Author Albany NY

  • Hero, A Poem

    HERO

    When a good man literally 

    Fights & suffers for

    Cause 

    Risks

    Everything he has

    His life 

    His future

    His very existence

    And then

    Gets betrayed

    Stabbed in the back 

    By his own 

    People

    Friends

    Leaders

    All hope

    All glory

    Stolen

    Then what

    Did you expect?

    History

    Has always been

    Full of assholes

    That don’t

    Deserve

    A thing

    Or even our

    Gratitude

    Who did

    Nothing but

    Take the credit

    From dead or

    Weary souls

    ~ R.M. Engelhardt ©2023

  • 200,000 POEMS ~ R.M. Engelhardt

    200,000 POEMS

    200,000
    Poems about Hate
    Death & War & Who’s
    Right or who’s wrong
    Does not equal the
    Amount of the dead or
    Even the horror or grief
    Of the human soul or
    The atrocities of it

    The dead are dead
    The living are the living
    And the hate of human beings
    Towards other human beings
    Is still the result of ignorance
    & the over-used tool of religions
    Ancient or new
    That separate
    Us all as a species

    As a tribe

    That causes most of
    Our world’s issues

    That causes even more poets
    To write 200,000 more
    Poems about love & peace
    & harmony

    That are never all fully read
    Or understood

    Ignored or thrown away
    In the winds of emotion

    In rememberance
    In sadness
    In anger

    Saying :

    There’s something wrong
    With this insane world
    There’s something wrong
    With us

    When the problem has
    Always been humanity

    Itself

    But?

    We keep on writing poems
    Anyways

    Anyhow

    Believing that
    Somehow one-day
    That we can all
    Somehow stop it all

    All the hate
    All the violence
    And all the death

    With one single solitary poem
    That touches the very soul

    Of an entire world

    Making them all say

    ” No More “

    ~ R.M. Engelhardt
    ©2023

  • Lao Tzo ~Meditations

    In an era when people are confused or are subjected to false news and social media the truth will always win. Unfortunately? Some people cannot accept or face the truth and are only full of denial, anger & hate.

    Feel sorry for them. Pity them.

    That’s your best weapon.

    ~ R.M. Engelhardt ©2023

  • THE THINGS WE HAVE SEEN, A Poem R.M. Engelhardt

    THE THINGS WE HAVE SEEN

    The new voices of
    New generations

    Become
    The old words
    For the same
    Fight

    The lines
    Are drawn

    The artist or
    Writer, poet
    Steps forward

    Believe that
    They are something
    Different, something
    Revolutionary

    Reincarnating yet
    Another
    Dead transmission

    From another time
    And place

    The dust of all
    Angels & saints

    Demons & prophets

    Dug up
    From the
    Grave

    Proclaiming

    I AM I !

    As the poets
    And the dreamers
    Once again become
    The holy men

    Leading us
    Out of the desert
    Of our own
    Obsessions

    With the cast
    Of a living purgatory

    For they have read
    All of the ancient texts
    Heard of all the urban legends

    Of those
    Who have walked
    This earth

    Long before them

    As the children

    Cast out the ghosts
    Hoping to change
    The world

    Screaming
    All the same words

    That have already
    Been said

    Damning them
    & damning themselves
    For

    The things which
    We have seen

    The things which
    We have already heard

    Before

    In the dying
    Of someone else’s

    Light

    Someone else’s
    Soul

    II.

    The sun rises
    & sets upon
    All of us

    The earth

    Spins and we live

    That is it

    That is all

    And nothing

    More

    ~ R.M. Engelhardt
    ©2023

  • Decisions. Or What We Now See On Social Media & Freedom Of Speech

    Life is fundamentally a mental state. We live in a dream world that we create. Whose life is truer, the rational man of action pursuing practical goals of personal happiness and wealth or the philosophic man who lives in a world of theoretical and metaphysical ideas? We ascribe the value quotient to our lives by making decisions that we score as either valid or invalid based upon our personal ethics and how we think and behave.

    ~ Kilroy J. Oldster

    DECISIONS

    So today I had to make a tough decision today.

    And in the age of social media and freedom of speech, the very things that I believe in ? It was a difficult one. But sometimes when you repeatedly see certain disturbing behaviors trending on Facebook & Instagram you eventually realize that it was for the best. As the editor of a small poetry press ( Dead Man’s Press Ink Albany NY) and as a writer myself for over thirty years you tend to run into these types of issues & situations as well as people. Poets who aren’t actually poets but who care more about their fragile egos and not really the actual poetry and who say & do anything to try to take over the limelight. And there’s been plenty of them. They come and go. But in this particular case the poets and their use of social media was far worse than the usual. A poet from New Jersey who is a part of this group put a post out on Substack stating quote “That he was a better poet than Charles Bukowski”. Why? He says because Bukowski was a misogynist. A man who hated women. Now, we all know that’s old news but what the Jersey poet left out was the fact that him and one of his buddy promoters have been using porn pics and degrading women themselves on Instagram for quite awhile in their ads/memes to attract more followers (yep, mostly dudes of course) thus making his Bukowski statements and his Substack post completely irrelevant. And another massive lie.

    Can anyone say hypocrite?

    So, after a bit of reading and taking in all of this garbage over my morning coffee I came to the decision to post this in our Dead Man’s Press Ink Albany NY Poetry Facebook group. Then? I simply blocked them. There were sadly other reasons for it though, like for instance also the fact that the writer of the mentioned article was also constantly bashing other poets in the writing community as well as bashing the significance of long dead poets who of course cannot defend themselves against people using them inappropriately. So perhaps it’s time that we as writers, poets & spoken word performers all join together and start getting rid of, blocking and denouncing these kinds of individuals who seem to take pleasure in demeaning & destroying others to get likes and followers and who are attempting to separate poets and the poetry community in their own self interest and shallow journey for mass popularity. And it’s too bad that their actual poetry cannot speak for itself because one of two of their poems I read, heard were pretty decent. But our small press supports all poetry, diversity and other small poetry presses but we draw the line on trolls & egotistical assholes. No exceptions.

    So here’s the post in it’s entirety.

    Thank you for reading and caring about poetry.

    Ok.

    Well, We’ve Tried To Be Polite.

    But Let The War Begin. ; )

    I’m currently reading a post on Substack by a ridiculous & absolute shallow hypocrite who considers himself a better poet than all others let alone he believes himself to be some sort of leader of his own “poetry movement” enlightening his poetry community. Here’s a perfect example of yet another “faux social media ass clown” that’s soooo desperate for attention that he goes out of his way to attack and degrade other poets (mostly the dead ones who can’t fight back, of course) and yet when he advertises his own poetry events on Instagram he is using memes depicting & debasing women in “pornographic, lurid sex scenes” as if they are enjoying his poetry as simple toys & entertainment to get more followers & likes. So here we have your typical version of another egotistical phony “King Shit” debasing other poets & other poetry generations in his lies & statements to glorify his own worthless, untalented writing. He’s nothing but a hypocrite, let alone an absolute fucking con artist. And it’s actually rather pathetic & sad to watch someone using the forum of poetry to meet his own ends and selfish needs as he tries to separate a poetry community that matters with nothing but lies, dishonesty & insulting garbage. And in these times of book banning and petty infighting, an actual concern as to where our country is going ? We don’t need that garbage or lack of humanity. What we need are poets and writers, spoken word artists who are contributing to what matters the most.

    The Poetry itself.

    Honestly?

    Poets who’ve actually been working very hard, creating and promoting poetry open mics and writing for years have seen his kind come & go and he’s just another minor annoyance that we all easily see through. And there’s no place for fake assholes or more useless trolls in our lives or our community. He’s not promoting poetry or standing up for it. His statements have no true meaning or cause. And he’s merely taking advantage of poetry as a vehicle and a forum in his attempt to get recognition from those who don’t see the truth via social media.

    So for him ?
    Unfortunately?

    He most likely doesn’t have much of a future in the world of poetry. But hey, don’t be discouraged. There’s hope. I’m sure they’re looking to hire busboys in New Jersey to clean up after other people’s slop. None us are fooled by your self serving antics. So please. Stop the public bullshitting and accept your own mediocrity. We don’t need a useless and embarrassing ” Donald Trump” of Poetry.

    Because simply put?

    You’re a fake. A grifter. A con artist.

    And most certainly not a poet or someone who actually cares about poetry or where it’s going.

    Because it’s obvious that you don’t stand up for anything or any cause that truly matters. Your only cause is yourself and your own ego gratification.

    And there’s already too many assholes and not enough saints out there in the real world. So try being a real human being. Maybe it’s even possible that one day you’ll reach maturity, Or?

    For that matter

    Puberty. ; )

    See Ya !

    ********

  • THE BRIEF NOTHING REIGN OF KING SHIT, A Poem ~ R.M. Engelhardt

    THE BRIEF NOTHING REIGN OF KING SHIT

    The day
    King Shit Of Nothingville
    Rode into town

    Followed by
    His entourage of desperate clowns
    & mediocre followers
    Who were all conditioned
    To applaud

    At his own command

    As he promised
    Over the glamorous airwaves
    Of social media

    Something Even Better
    Than Before

    As the entertained crowds
    Hanging all around like small minded
    Creatures waited in anticipation …

    For all the lurid scraps
    Of his hate
    His garbage
    & his rage

    Just waiting for him to
    Take the stage
    To lick his balls
    And stroke his fragile ego
    As he stood before
    Them all saying:

    I AM THE NEXT GREAT MESSIAH!
    YOUR NEW FRIEND & LEADER!

    BEHOLD!

    As he said

    (Smiling … with his usual shit eating grin)

    Knowing that his soul
    Was made of nothing

    But more shit
    & more lies
    Turning friend against
    Friend into foes

    With a brief story
    Here and a brief story
    There about love & hope
    Falsified with false words
    Unverified without source
    Or even a decent poem
    Of revelry … Of declaration

    Of truth
    Or meaning

    But only mocking words
    His imagined enemies
    With the gift of sarcasm
    Aiming it at all those

    Who saw him clearly
    As the fat grifting pile –

    Of shit
    He was

    That he could never fool

    Even a bit

    And then, one day
    From the nowhere, the nobody
    Of the unpopular crowd
    A quiet old man
    Stood up & brought forth
    The light

    And the truth

    And he spread the word
    About

    The day that
    King Shit Of Nothingville
    Rode into town

    With nothing at all
    Demanding his crown

    From all the others
    Who worked hard
    & had earned it through
    Their blood, sweat & ideas
    Tears & years of tragedy
    Sorrow & faith

    Promising A Promising
    Time of renewal based
    On bad jokes, booze & the
    Degradation of all those
    Who would not follow

    Or
    Who Refused
    To
    Comply

    With his stories, more bullshit
    And lies

    For you see ?

    King Shit of Nothingville
    Was just that

    The king of nothing
    Spreading his false gospel
    Around & promising another
    Great show for the masses
    Yet again tomorrow

    Promising:
    The magical
    The impossible
    The original


    To the easily
    Entertained

    Just another unappealing
    False product of a false soul

    A beautiful rennisance
    A new beginning

    But in the end
    All everyone got
    Was just another walking talking
    Bowl movement

    Full of shit

    Going nowhere

    Fast

    Trying to play
    All the cards
    In his own favor

    ~ R.M. Engelhardt ©2023

  • Thirty Years. The Dead Poets List ~ R.M. Engelhardt 9.26.93

    Thirty Years Ago Today: 09/26/93

    THE DEAD POETS LIST

    In my lifetime I’ve probably written over a
    hundred trillion words.

    But I’d die for just one more cigarette.

    When the curtain falls, when the moment ceases

    To be.

    Sinatra said it best.

    “That’s Life “

    Go out with a bang

    Not that stupid whimper

    And leave something for them to chew on

    Let them talk about you,

    At your best & at your worst

    Hopefully

    They will remember you

    Hopefully

    They will read

    Those hundred

    Trillion words

    That you left behind

    Smile

    Ponder

    & Laugh

    There’s not much more

    Than that

    That you could

    Ever pray or ask for

    Because

    The end is

    Just that

    The end

    The end of

    The story

    The end of it all

    Where

    The protagonist

    Sacrifices his soul

    For the greater good

    The greater

    Something

    No matter

    What it is

    Was

    It is fit

    Thanks

    For the

    Scotch

    ~ R.M. Engelhardt
    ©2019

    Thirty Years Ago Today: 09/26/93

  • Faulkner

    “Never be afraid to raise your voice for honesty and truth and compassion against injustice and lying and greed.


    If people all over the world…would do this, it would change the earth.”

    ~William Faulkner

  • The Evolution Of Poetry, Social Media & Dead Man’s Press Ink Albany NY

    So here we are.

    The 21st century. Well well .

    But since roughly around the 1990s America let alone many other countries really haven’t progressed that much at all … with the exception of the internet & social media.

    C’mon lets face it. It’s true. We still have poverty, war and high amounts of violence, guns, no free education or free or affordable healthcare and worst of all racism & republican idiot fascists like Trump and his gullible ignorant followers who just over the last decade have made things even more far-right worse and who have destroyed any progress that we had made since the Barack Obama Administration. These “People ” who are admittedly unqualified, greedy wannabes like Trump, De Santis, Lauren Boebert, Marjorie Taylor Greene and many other faux human beings have lied their way into offices of power and who are daily ruining and destroying our country as we speak. But that’s just the beginning. Their goals are to force the Christian religion down people’s throats and to remove any lifestyle, straight or gay, Pagan or Muslim, drag queen or not or any true freedoms which we have in a real civilization or democracy so that they hold the power and control over American citizens. Repealing abortion, censoring books and stopping gun control as well as supporting Neo Nazi related movements & groups such as the Proud Boys and the KKK. It’s hard to believe that now in the year 2023 that these self centered, narcissist monsters exist and are actually even followed or listened to. Regression. A failing experiment. America is de-evolving into a nightmare that it was never intended to be. And it’s truly sickening to watch. These money-power driven faux politicians are destroying our country and they don’t even truly believe in the God they are using as a tool to claim America as theirs much like an amateur Hitler or Mussolini. With deception, lies and complete bullshit. Being backed up by false media & corrupt corporations.

    But this post isn’t just about the aforementioned slime that’s trying to make America into a dying cesspool but since the mid 2000s many of the other somewhat unnoticed changes that have been taking place as well. Mostly on social media platforms like Instagram, Twitter ( now X) Tik Tok & Facebook. And many of these changes sadly reflect what we as human beings have become and worse yet are becoming and it is a truly disturbing spectacle to see on a daily basis.

    So let’s talk more about social media and in that regard poets & poetry and some of those bad decisions and changes which have occurred over the years.

    1998 Albany NY

    Back in 1998 here in Albany, NY myself & friend and poet Hex M’ Jai ( Jason) were regulars of the Albany Poetry, Goth-Punk Clubs & Music scenes but were also poets and writers who had published chapbooks previously and had been published in many paper zines before ourselves. And one night while hanging out and drinking at a club known as the FuzeBox

    ( The Qe2) we both had a great vision. To create something different and new and something that would be more open to our way of life and beliefs, our musical tastes and our culture. And that idea was a small independent chapbook and poetry publishing group we called DEAD MAN’S PRESS INK. Based upon the culture of punk, goth, noir and the occult which was a part of who we were and the things we loved. At first? The process of creating this idea and manifesting it into creation was slow. We both published chapbooks under this new banner of idealism and then with Yahoo Geocities built a crude working website. We also created a profile on Myspace ( yes Myspace) and even stated a local DIY paper pamphlet local zine called ” Mertz!” where many local poets on the Albany Open Mic Poetry scene were published in and their work could be found locally & read in bars, cafes and at the readings themselves. After that though with the Internet and many other changes in our lives DMPI like so many other creative efforts in life took a backseat after publishing a few more poets chapbooks around 1999. The Internet was growing at an accelerated rate and I had many other ideas, plans that would help benefit our thriving Albany, NY Poetry scene to make it even bigger and well known. At this time I was running a successful and crowded monthly poetry open mic at a rock club called Valentine’s which was called ” The School of Night” which was set up a bit differently than many other area open mics. For instance. We had no sign up list. You would put your name on a slip of paper and drop it in the brass church plate and when it was picked out by myself the host your stage time was then -2 poems each or five minutes. We also had a saxophone player ( Bruce Richardson) and a stand up bass player (James Washburn) performing jazz music upon the stage behind the readers. It was an amazing time to host a poetry reading and be a part of what was a new resurgence, a true American poetry rennisance that was happening everywhere across America because of the media like MTV/Henry Rollins and the return of coffee house, cafe culture as well as a new interest in spoken word poetry and styles from places like the Nuyorican Cafe in the East Village in NYC. It was an amazing time & era to be a poet in. But, with that said and a brief amount of history I’ll continue with my story in regards to change and social media. In 1999 one of my other ideas came into becoming a reality. Albany Poets was one of the first events and article websites made to promote just poetry & poetry open mics on a large scale in the United States. One other was in California. And after searching for a good web designer which was difficult to find in those days we had one good friend & young poet at the time who had been attending our open mics since he was in high school reading his work out. And his name ? Was Thom Francis. So with Thom’ s help as well as spoken word poet and friend Mary Panza‘s, Albany Poets became a reality eventually creating a local, upstate NY poetry scene that became huge quickly. There was a poetry reading in the Albany NY, the Capital Region almost every single night & week! And it was amazing bringing news and media interest and opportunities to grow and travel with our poems and voices. This soon led to the annual Albany WordFest poetry gathering for poets from everywhere as well as The Central Muse Division Poetry Performance group.

    So. Social Media. The Internet?

    So not bad huh?

    But let’s elaborate on this after all the local poetry history. I ran Albany Poets as it’s president for four years and they were some of the best years of my life with my friends by my side helping me out and keeping it going. But? As in all stories life changes you. Always. And yes, you get older too. I moved to the Florida Keys to live with a former girlfriend/love rekindled but it didn’t work out. But also? In our Albany area poetry was growing and changing even more and Slam Poetry started moving in as not so much an open mic, poetry for everyone, but as more a contest where they charged you money $ to get in and not a small donation. Poetry isn’t a contest or some competition and I will repeat that until I can no longer say it. POETRY is for EVERYONE in all styles & forms on or off the stage. Period. As it was Slam was already so overused and oversaturated by the trendy and even by the academics by 2004 that it was already digging it’s own grave and taking it’s last breathe. And watching rappers and poets fighting over a contest prize and their petty arguing to me was utter and ridiculous bullshit. Slam became all about popularity, ego, competition and worst of all … money. Not the spoken word and not the poetry itself. Slam became the McDonald’s of poetry and not it’s evolution or forward motion. Money changes everything as does popularity.

    So Again. Social Media. Ugh.

    To make this long story short I’m going to skip my stories of running more poetry open mics, how Albany’s poetry scene has dwindled over the last few years or for that matter the famous fad of Instagram Poets becoming it’s own 15 minutes of famous fame. We now live after all these years in some of the worst times possible of and for poetry and I’ll tell you why. Social Media regurgitates the ideas of past music, past eras ( beat generation, punk, GenX) and has left younger writers & poets scraps of original movements with only Disney and horrible pop music corporate made influences growing up. It’s left them with media controlled brainwashing and without a true spirit of their own let alone for their generation or other generations following. So? They borrow ours. And it’s unfortunate. And not because they don’t believe in these past movements but because some of them feel that they actually created these movements themselves. Some remember, but not all. For instance . There’s a millennial age poetry group on Instagram making up all sorts of completely false information. They like to say they are “hardcore”, original but they write just like the last two past generations and use Instagram and other social media in ways of promotion that to be honest in many ways is just bad advertising. Bad memes, usually degrading women in a pornographic ways as well as even degrading many of the older poets, dead poets who they’ve most likely never read and mocking them but mostly attacking & citing GenX and the baby boomer generations that created everything they are doing that came before them. Not all millennials or millennial age poetry groups or poets do this. But the group that I’m speaking about hasn’t really done anything good for poetry any poetry scene at all. Especially in a time when poetry and protest, benefits and rebellion against those fascist groups and politicians I mentioned in the beginning of this post are needed most . When you see younger poets constantly trying to degrade or insult older poets, dead poets and especially women in their memes & posts this tells you alot about them. That their accomplishments are mediocre and that they only desire two things. Attention and fame. No matter what event they are running or no matter how many friends or followers they have collected in their never ending reach for it. And that? That isn’t poetry either. It’s fast disposable food and disposable trash in a time when we need writers and poets to stand up against monsters and concentrate on writing new, original & epic shit.

    Like I said. Not all younger poets or groups on Instagram are like this or use these kinds of shitty bad humor tactics to flaut attention but this one group is particularly pathetic and needy and have to resort to fake, pathetic and useless shit that really doesn’t matter. Never will. What matters is what you actually write and what in your own fire and times stand up against. That’s it. That’s all. And you could be so much more if you actually cared or tried.

    Dead Man’s Press Ink Albany NY

    After running Poetry Open Mics and writing, getting my work out there in journals and zines for the last thirty some years I’m about to bring back the Open Mic I started over a year ago ” Invocation” to the newly completed downstairs bar/cafe restaurant called ” Eleven” in Lark Hall here in downtown Albany. Sponsored by Dead Man’s Press Ink. Over the last three years DMPI has been publishing a lot of amazing poets both old and new no matter what generation or age. Surprisingly, in an era of fear and political upheaval we are thriving and putting some of our times best poets and poetry out there now with the help of our new co-editor, Sam Maurice who is a truly gifted writer himself. But after all these said 30 years I still read new poets work with an open mind and an open soul. But honestly what I sometimes see or read on Instagram by such groups as I previously mentioned makes me a little sick. The sadness of an older poet who only sees a shit show of complete waste and of no cause, love of poetry or even a direction. No meaning or value. A waste of what could be. I see a lot of younger poets fighting and writing against a nightmare of an America and failing world that they will inherit. I hear their original and new voices when I read them. So I support them all. No matter what generation or age. So to all those ridiculous “follower collectors“, vanity presses and shallow fame seekers fucking up the air we breathe as we search for the talent or the future of poetry?

    I say ” Fuck You”.

    Dead Man’s Press Ink was founded in 1998 by two GenX poets in Albany NY.

    The Real Punks, Goths and Hardcore.

    And in a time when our words & poetry is needed most we are going to fight for what matters the most.

    Poetry.

    So Let The War Begin. We’ve Already Won.

    #screwvanitypresses

    #fuckapathy #poetrymatters

    http://www.deadmanspressink.com

    https://instagram.com/deadmanspressink?igshid=OGQ5ZDc2ODk2ZA==

    ~ R.M. Engelhardt * Editor

    #supportsmallpresspoetry

  • Be Visionary

    “Be Visionary …”

    ~ R.M. Engelhardt

    1994