AND IN THIS CORNER

And In This Corner- R.M.

 

And in this corner;

 

It’s the hollow man &

The drunken muse

And that song

That goes like this’

 

As the rain came down

Upon the city streets & poets, sonnets

And upon all of the earth

As If Mozart had just

Written it all for you

On a Saturday night

Himself

 

 

 

[And In Parenthesis]

 

The next round begins,

And they ring the bell

 

It’s the ghost in the machine

And all the silences in-between

 

Lifetimes.

 

Lovers

And friends

And strangers

And there’s a savior on every block

Just waiting for you with

The answer in their hands

Saying;

 

I’m alone in the dark

Without the directions home

 

 

So there,

 

Do you see?

All the desolate and the

Lost, the poor, and the rich

Who still ignore them,

See the universe

In vibrant words

And they just ignore you

 

Still.

 

 

 

As you,

Wordsmith of

The angry masses

Can only scream

 

Fuck you!

 

To Thine

Own Self

 

Be True

 

Be True.

 

 

And in this corner

It’s the serpent’s coil

And the soul of the dragon,

This world a weeping failure

In thy form, and in thy sight

As they pour more champagne

Half full into the glass

 

 

 

 

And it’s still the same damn song that goes like this,

 

As they lit our cigarettes with dollar bills

As all the children starved to death

 

 

 

 

In Shitsville & Manhattan,

And in the U. S. of A. America

Where all the rains came down

A hard rain still

Falling In buckets, sonnets & poems

That changed nothing

And never will

 

 

Because no one even

Bothered to ever

Read the words or

The writing on the wall

 

To see.

___________

 

~ R.M. Engelhardt

 

LIT 101

Writers?

We have to write. If we don’t our brains explode

and the poetry, words and ideas go all over.

We have to drink for inspiration. And we have to smoke at least a pack a day.

Why?

Because it’s the law. That’s why.

And ? We must drink large amounts of coffee

everyday just to stay awake.

I didn’t make these rules.

I blame Hemingway.

But in the end it’s only the words that matter

That’s all

~ R.M.

LIT 101
LIT 101

THE POEM REMAINS

The Poem Remains ...
“THE BONES OF OUR EXISTENCE ©” POEMS BY
R.M. ENGELHARDT. COMING IN 2015

 

BURN

homeless

Burn

by R.M. Engelhardt

in the night
december
the cold wind, the frozen
world

stands still
like an abstract
like a painting

without motion.

without sound.

smoke & the harsh light
of streetlamps, reality
dirt white city sidewalks
and the panhandlers
at the bus stop
telling their tale
their stories

to buy another bottle
or another pint.

all fallen, all once born
children
from someplace

somewhere.

who had once believed
who had once had faith

like “you”

the story of mankind
the story of every past
history, and poverty,
promises…and life.

brother sister child mother
ghosts of selves dying beneath
the light. a last dance, a curtin bow
the only time that we see them
in our eyes…

merry christmas
happy new year

nothing has changed
no more is given other
than what is given
like a greeting or like a gift

you are a saint
you have given him a whole dollar

to eat

you have changed
his life completely,
love and sin, drink no more
the gods are all smiling
upon your soul

but the george bailey in
this story has no clarence
and no one gives a damn,
the shelters are all full
and the angels have all ran

far far away
with their wings
to look after
themselves

peace on earth,
good will towards men

their breath,
still hanging upon
the cold wind and
the smoke of their cigarette
and its burn…

do you have a dollar?
a smoke?

can I be you? warm?
heart beating inside
not realizing
that the man under the
jacket’s hood

is “you”

merry christmas.

peace on earth

good will towards men,

good will
towards men.

“Chivalry”

If tragedy = permission
If love = desire
How much we could have learned.

If knights could have defeated dragons,
steadfast, strong and true, I would
have been all of these things for you.

But love thee, love thee not,
cancel my thoughts beside the vast
cataclysm of unwanted dreaming.

And here in the dark my existence still
lingers for the spark which you have
ignited once more “abandoned”

 

~ R.M. Engelhardt

 

*This entry was posted in Poetry on February 26, 2007 by PoetsHaven.com.

R.M. Engelhardt : The Lost Editions Now Available Again On Scribd : Versus & Versus~Lexikon

“V E R S U S” ~ 2009, which is an experimental book of my poems & work. Comprised of older re-invented poetic forms & poetry prose pieces based on The Song Of Solomon, Surrealism, Dreams, Tarot & even some old norse and ancient egyptian forms.

Versus~Lexikon:
Poems By R.M. Engelhardt 2010
______________

They indeed were comrades of the gods,
Possessed of Truth, the poets of old:
The fathers found the hidden light
And with true prayer brought forth the dawn.
______________

Albany, NY based poet, writer R.M. Engelhardt has published several books over the last decade including Nod~Logos~Alchemy~The Last Cigarette: The Collected Poems of R.M. Engelhardt & others. His current experimental book of poetry & prose is called “Versus” A poet & writer, Engelhardt through his ideas & visions has helped to create a large amount of the Upstate, Albany, NY spoken word~poetry scene and is the host of “VoX” an Open Mic For Poets held @ The Fuze Box on every last Friday evening of each month. Thru his efforts along with such writers as Thom Francis he has created such groups the Albany Poetry Syndicate as well as Albany Poets (Now http://www.AlbanyPoets.com), which have left a lasting mark on the upstate NY literary scene. His work has also been published by many journals both in print including Retort, Verve, Industrial Nation, Sure! The Charles Bukowski Newsletter, Thunder Sandwich, The Angry Poet, Full of Crow & many others.

VERSUS : THE POEMS OF R.M. Engelhardt 2009 by R.M. Engelhardt Writer

Versus~Lexikon: Poems By R.M. Engelhardt 2010 by R.M. Engelhardt Writer

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Or a mystery which you cannot “unravel”

So look for these clues;

Search under true lives, true words & true lines,

Where there are no excuses, false critics or liars

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New realm of being… dream.

Search for her & that’s where you will find

“Me”

 

EGO voveo delecto vos insquequo

terminus of meus dies.

 

 

~ R.M. Engelhardt

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