R.M. ENGELHARDT

Poet Writer Author Albany NY

  • No Man’s Land

    The area of land riddled with barbed wire and corpses and heavily defended between two enemy trenches.

    images.britishpathe.comNo soldier would want to find themselves there.

  • Persuasion

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

    “There is ‘true’ Knowledge. Learn thou it is this:
    To see one Changeless Life in all that lives,
    And in the Separate, One Inseparable.
    There is imperfect Knowledge: that which sees
    The separate existences apart,
    And, being separated, holds them real.
    There is false Knowledge: that which blindly clings
    To one as if ‘twere all, seeking no cause,
    Deprived of light, narrow, and dull, and ‘dark.’ “
    ~ SONG CELESTIAL, Bk. 18
    (fr. The Bhagavad-Gita)

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    After math –

    After Image,

    Death…

    Of Awe

    Where there is

    no heart

    no soul

    feel … or truth.

    Words – left.

    As centuries have passed

    A dead dialect forgotten

    All true songs & bards

    “Deceased”

    “Dead”

    And now reduced to

    bad romance,

    value & shock

    As gods & verses

    have disappeared

    Withered

    And have remained

    Hidden…

    And in wait

    For you.

    New earth

    New voice

    New life

    Conjure

    This into being

    Poet

    Persuade

    Inspire…Create

    Summon forth

    And awake

    The poem.

    Once more,

    And again.

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    R.M. Engelhardt 

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  • thomasbrady's avatarScarriet

    It might be safe to say that the most popular debate in American literature over the last 50 years has been this one:

    Were the lyrics of Jim Morrison and The Doors good poetry?  Or crap?

    Is inspired crap, crap, or inspired?

    Inspired.

    Good news for Doors fans.

    The Doors produced real poetry.

    It is common for twenty-somethings to reject feelings they had as adolescents, but when it comes to the Doors, the 16 year old is correct and the 26 year old is wrong. 

    The Doors made truly good music tinged with real poetry.

    Jim Morrison’s sex god, drug-addled, drunken, reputation, the Doors’ predilection for producing hard rock ‘hits,’ the relative simplicity of their music, all conspire to make one ashamed, as one ages, to hold onto one’s early impression that Doors music was good poetry.  But it was. 

    Sometimes we are “shamed” in the wrong direction.

    The Doors understood what all poets must understand: less is more

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  • roguetyper

    Sometimes it’s great, and sometimes it’s shit.

    These are the things all the great philosophers

    just won’t tell you flat out about life.

    You keep moving, keep living, keep breathing

    And you keep writing-creating because that’s what you do

    And that’s who you are. There are no magical voices to guide

    You except your own.

    Make it count.

    ~ R.M. 

    Source: rmengelhardt.com

  • hope

    I wear hope around my neck like a noose. It’s loose enough for me to breathe when I need to get me through the day. And, with each swagger and sway, comes a new belief that there’s a new relief around the way. So I keep going, halfway knowing it’s just a trick my mind likes to play so I don’t quit. Or is it? Maybe, I’ll never know. Maybe I’ll never go past the dreaming that there’s more, the scheming that what I’m searching for is seemingly reminiscent to the folklore that there’s a garden paradise where I can settle and never have to leave. Where I can breathe deep breaths and exhale with abandon. Maybe that paradise is wherever I’m standing… tall, believing in myself, that I can conquer all the sadness and all the madness, and have a ball wherever I go. Could that be the paradise I’m looking for? Maybe. Maybe I’ll never know.

    ~ Jeremiah

  • THE RESURRECTION WALTZ< POEMS BY R.M. ENGELHARDT
    THE RESURRECTION WALTZ, POEMS BY R.M. ENGELHARDT
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    “I believe in steep drop-offs, the thunderstorm across the lake
    in 1949, cold winds, empty swimming pools,
    the overgrown path to the creek, raw garlic,
    used tires, taverns, saloons, bars, gallons of red wine,
    abandoned farmhouses, stunted lilac groves,
    gravel roads that end, brush piles, thickets, girls
    who haven’t quite gone totally wild, river eddies,
    leaky wooden boats, the smell of used engine oil,
    turbulent rivers, lakes without cottages lost in the woods,
    the primrose growing out of a cow skull, the thousands
    of birds I’ve talked to all of my life, the dogs
    that talked back, the Chihuahuan ravens that follow
    me on long walks. The rattler escaping the cold hose,
    the fluttering unknown gods that I nearly see
    from the left corner of my blind eye, struggling
    to stay alive in a world that grinds them underfoot.”

    ~ jim harrison, i believe

  • sam-spade

    I was neat, clean, shaved and sober, and I didn’t care who knew it.
    -Phillip Marlowe”
    ~ Raymond Chandler, The Big Sleep

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    I went to the crossroad
    Fell down on my knees
    I went to the crossroad
    Fell down on my knees
    Asked the Lord above “Have mercy now,
    Save poor Bob, if you please”

    “Crossroad Blues”

     

    ~ ROBERT JOHNSON

     

     

    Robert Johnson: the Legend, the Devil, the Crossroads, and 27 The Dark of a Moonless Night… Story of the bluesman, the Devil, and the deal at the crossroads, as retold in Stephen Davis’s Hammer of the Gods. In the delta of the Mississippi River, where Robert Johnson was born, they said that if an aspiring bluesman waited by the side of a deserted country crossroads in the dark of a moonless night, then Satan himself might come and tune his guitar, sealing a pact for the bluesman’s soul and guaranteeing a lifetime of easy money, women, and fame. They said that Robert Johnson must have waited by the crossroads and gotten his guitar fine-tuned. Highway 61 intersects with Highway 49 aka the Crossroads “I went down to the crossroads and fell down on my knees, asked the Lord up above for mercy, save poor Bob if you please.” —Cross Road Blues by Robert Johnson “You may bury my body down by the highway side so my old evil spirit can get a Greyhound bus and ride.” —Me And The Devil Blues by Robert Johnson “If you want to learn to play anything you want to play and learn how to make songs yourself, you take your guitar and you go to where a crossroads is. A big black man will walk up there at the stroke of midnight and take your guitar, and he’ll tune it…” —LeDell Johnson Robert Johnson’s life is a blend of folklore and mystery. His life is engulfed in myth and legend; adding the myth is his haunting lyrics. And his impressive, innovative country guitar style; you can quickly see why he is known by many as the father of the Delta Bues. Robert Johnson’s guitar playing was the beginning of the his legend. Robert was heavily influenced originally by Son House and Charley Patton, but Johnson quickly found his own style with unique chord movements and note progressions. Robert traveled throughout the Deep South in the 1930’s playing anywhere the train happened to take him. Son House had known Robert when he began to learn to play. House went on the road and did not see Robert for three or four years, and when Son and Johnson finally did meet again, House was astounded by Robert’s impressive guitar playing….but…. Just how did Robert learn to play so well so fast? Robert Johnson was a Mississippi blues singer and songwriter, who according to legend, sold his soul to Satan “at the crossroads” in exchange for his remarkable talent on the guitar. Born and raised in Mississippi, Robert Johnson started playing blues guitar in the late 1920s. His wife and child died in childbirth around 1930 and he is said to have devoted himself to the guitar. Part of the crossroads story comes from a report that he dropped out of sight for a while in the early 1930s and returned a much-improved guitarist. In 1936-37 he recorded at least 29 songs in Texas (San Antonio and Dallas), then returned to Mississippi to play and sing in clubs and bars. His mysterious death at the age of 27 added to the legend: He died in 1938, falling ill after playing a party and dying four days later. Some people said that Robert’s deal with the devil came due and as evidence gave the fact that they had seen him on all fours, howling at the moon the night he died. …Or that he was shot by a jealous husband ( Robert was not shy with the ladies, and often stayed in strange towns with women he found at the places he played at. ). Or stabbed by a woman. The truth is that Robert was poisoned, either by the barkeeper at the saloon he played that night, who was angry because Robert had been talking to his wife, or by a jealous girlfriend. Whatever the reason, Johnson died at the young age of twenty-seven, and left a legacy of Delta Blues music that has influenced guitar players like Muddy Waters, and his songs have been covered by several rock stars, including Eric Clapton and The Rolling Stones. In 1986 he was inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. His songs include “Crossroad Blues,” “Me and the Devil Blues” and “Terraplane Blues.” Adding To Robert’s Mystic and Folklore… Those who saw Robert Johnson play, may have also heard the rumors. Just like anyone who possesses an extraordinary talent and skill… Jealous counterparts circulated vicious rumors about Johnson. In fact, it was Robert’s one time friend and mentor, the great Son House who stated “He sold his soul to play like that”. Johnson’s peculiarities added to the rumors. Some fans thought that he had the “evil eye”. Actually, he suffered from a small cataract. Also, it has been reported that Johnson would turn his back to the audience while playing. Robert would also leave suddenly from a performance, and sometimes even during breaks in his set. While today such actions are not considered odd, In those days they were. Many people took it to mean that he was a man with something to hide. Actually, Johnson was doing some things that many musicians still do today. It’s not uncommon to leave right after a performance in order to avoid mob scenes and the company that maybe around after a show. Eddie Van Halen, for example, also would turn from the crowd during club shows; to hide his technique from other guitarists. Johnson’s choice of teacher did nothing to slow the Legend from spreading His instructor, Ike Zinnerman, was alleged to have learned to play the guitar at night sitting atop tombstones in old country churchyards. In certain southern communities, it was a well-known notion that one could go to the crossroads and sell one’s soul to the devil. The concept dates back to African Folklore. When diety Esu was believed to be the guardian of the crossroads, and was the laision between the gods and humans. When Christianity was brought to African Culture, these pagan gods were labeled as being similar to the devil. Hence, the concept that one could find the devil at a crossroad. In celtic tradition, the bodies of the unholy were buried outside of town near crossroads to preserve consecrated ground. Witchcraft and the devil are prominent topics in early blues….and Robert’s music is no exception. Me And Devil – Robert Johson “Old 8”: The True Crossroads Highway 61 runs south, right through the middle of the delta. It intersects Highway 49 at Clarksdale, Mississippi. Clarksdale is the birth place pf many blues legends. It was the home to such people Muddy Waters, W.C. Handy, Junior Parker and John Lee Hooker, just to name a few. Over the years, Clarksdale has become known as the home of the blues, so it was just assumed that this is where The Crossroads were. In later years, ”61/49 Clarksdale” has been so heavily advertised as The Crossroads. But, in Memphis a couple of different sources, claim that 61 and 49 are not The Crossroads. The legend supposedly began around the turn of the century from the originators of the blues … at Dockery Farms. The location given by a couple of sources is ”WHERE DOCKERY ROAD CROSSES OLD HIGHWAY 8” This would be between Cleveland and Ruleville. The ”Old 8” runs parallel to the current Highway 8, just south of it. The “Old 8” is still there – it’s a dirt road. The Crossroads…… could you just stand there… at the Crossroads on a dark moonless night? Rumor Has It… That Eric Clapton was the first to use the term, “the 27 Club.” He himself has claimed to have narrowly escaped the spector of death at the age of 27 due mainly to heroin addiction. But many famous musicians have fallen prey to the imfamous club that was founded by Robert Johnson.

    Some Others That The Devil Collected His Due… All at the age of 27

    Brian Jones

    Jimi Hendrix

    Janis Joplin

    Jim Morrison

    Kurt Cobain
    Brad Nowell

    Jesse Belvin

    Malcolm Hale

    Alan “Blind Owl” Wilson

    Linda Jones

    Ron “Pigpen” McKernan

    Dave Alexander

    Pete Ham

    Gary Thain

    Helmut Köllen

    Chris Bell

    D. Boon

    Jean-Michel Basquiat (yes, he had a band, Gray)

    Pete de Freitas

    Mia Zapata

    Kristen Pfaff

    Richey Edwards (disappeared and presumed dead)

    Fat Pat Freaky Tah

    Sean Patrick McCabe

    Jeremy Michael Ward

    Amy Winehouse