R.M. ENGELHARDT

Poet Writer Author Albany NY

  • FINDING RELIGION
    On the bus
    Coming home
    From work
    I’m on my phone
    Looking for a
    WiFi signal
    None available
    No connection
    Then
    Suddenly I
    Find “GOD”
    But his connection
    Is weak and
    I’m not allowed
    To use or sign on
    To his network
    Which upsets
    Me just a little bit
    But I don’t think
    It was him
    Because
    No one on
    The bus had
    Sandals or a
    Beard
    In January

    ~ R.M.E. 2019©

  • ICONIC.

    ICONIC

    God died
    The other day
    Or at least the
    Media said so

    He had a great
    Career, a few number
    1 hits and a fan club
    Back in the day

    I turned to
    My wife after
    Reading of his
    Demise on
    Facebook and
    Asked;

    “Wasn’t he dead already?”

    ~ © R.M. Engelhardt/2019

  • The Poem Remains

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  • THE SONS OF MEN

    THE SONS OF MEN

    The sons of men
    Once long ago
    Ruled over the
    Galaxies, stars
    And planets

    And then
    After just a
    Few angry words

    War

    Death

    Destruction

    The Dark

    Their descendents
    Left what remained
    Behind them and
    Took their children away
    With them and taught
    Them about peace
    Taught them about
    Love and taught them
    To just be happy
    And to take care of just
    The few important things
    They had left

    And when they
    Found a small
    And lonely place
    Among the stars
    They called her

    Mother

    But eventually
    They all forgot
    Who they were
    And forgot what truly
    Mattered

    And then again
    After just a
    Few angry words

    War

    Death

    Destruction &

    The Dark

    Returned

    The cycle
    Repeating
    Over & over
    Again

    Throughout time
    Throughout centuries
    Throughout millennia

    Until
    One day
    All the sons
    Of men
    Were dead

    And above
    Them all the stars
    The planets
    And the galaxies

    Were gone

    ~ R.M. Engelhardt

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  • The Shaman

    A shaman and a writer each serve as their communities’ seers by engaging in extraordinary acts of conscientious study of the past and the present and predicting the future. An inner voice calls to the shaman and an essayistic writer to answer the call that vexes the pernicious spirit of their times. Shamanistic writers induce a trance state of mind where they lose contact with physical reality through a rational disordering of the senses, in an effort to encounter for the umpteenth time the great unknown and the unutterable truths that structure existence. An afflicted person seeking clarification of existence cannot ignore the shamanistic calling of narrative exposition. Thus, I shall continue this longwinded howl – making a personal immortality vessel – into the darkness of night forevermore.

    Kilroy J. Oldster

  • Dark Magic

    DARK MAGIC

    It
    Was the
    1st time
    I heard
    Jim Morrison
    Wail/Scream
    Through an
    Old transistor
    Radio while
    Sitting on a
    Bench at the
    Beach

    I was
    Five years
    Old and
    There was
    In my midst
    Electricity &
    Fear & something
    I had never heard
    Before

    If you
    Give this man
    A ride sweet
    Family will die

    Riders On The Storm

    Riders On The Storm

    And I said
    Swore myself
    My soul
    To the words
    To the spell
    To the soul of

    “Magic”

    ~ R.M. Engelhardt

  • Spillwords.com presents: Mechanism, poetry written by R.M. Engelhardt, a poet, writer, minister

    Source: Mechanism