Poetry isn’t the story of everything
It’s whistling in the dark and
waiting for an answer
That never comes
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IN THE COMPANY OF RILKE …
IN THE COMPANY OF RILKE.
Rainer Maria Rilke was a giant of twentieth-century writing who is quickly becoming a visionary voice for our own time, captivating readers not only with his brilliance but also the way he boldly addresses the “deepest things.” Speaking through his own contradictions and ambivalences, he gives readers a profound understanding of the complex beauty of the human existence.
In her new book, In The Company of Rilke (Tarcher/Penguin, on sale Nov 10), bestselling author and spiritual leader, Stephanie Dowrick, invites the reader into the transcendent and piercingly beautiful world of the much-loved poet, and reveals how we can connect with our inner life through his poetry.
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A 21st Century Dirge For America
A TWENTY-FIRST CENTURY
DIRGE FOR AMERICA
Another dead song
for a dead man
a dead art in no
man’s land.
For Being REAL
As they stop the world,
Judge and destroy
all that which they
cannot make
Or see.
FOR WE THE PEOPLE BELIEVE IN
Anarchy Archery Douche-Beggary
38 Flavors & Fifty Stars Officially
And nothing more.
For to say the least it’s your
Apathy Banality Absolutely
An Analogy, Abruptly. America So
Blow Me
From Sea to Shining Sea &
Lovingly Bitterly Swallow Me
In Poverty
“Amen”
Or ?
You can
Literally Be, Continue
In The Middle Or
See-Dream Of
Vespucci, Liberty With Symmetry
Synchronicity or Being
True.
So Are We Truly Free?
Re-discovered or The Undiscovered Country
Land Of The Brave
That Has Never Truly Ever Seen
DEATH.
“Up-Close”
So America I ask you beg you
Please;
To
Tax Me Take Me Fuck Me
Love Me And Then Silently Leave Me
In The Dark.
But Please,
Don’t Use Me, Tread On Me
Abuse Me or Ever Break My Heart
“Again”
For Now
Lady Liberty is walking the streets
& Looking To Make A Buck, & Is
Saying “Heeeeeeeyyyy Chhhhiiiinnnna”
How Are You?
While, like an angry lover,
Jealous, she watches your
EVERY
“Move”
And Domestically, Majestically
And Carefully
She says ever so softly;
PAY UP.
So,
Democrat Republican Soccer Mom White or Black
Welcome to the Homeland The Tea Party & The
Land Of The Numb
WHERE WE THE PEOPLE, ONCE BELIEVED
Once …
BELIEVED
In This, This World
IN FREEDOM
And Not Merely
The Dead Sound, Dull Thud Of It,
As It’s Soul Is Bleeding Out.
(Don’t Tread On Me)
________________
R.M. ENGELHARDT 2011
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You May Find Me There …
Follow The Words …
How can we live without our lives? How will we know it’s us without our past? No. Leave it. Burn it.”
~ John Steinbeck . The Grapes Of Wrath
Follow The Words …
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The Queen Of Hearts
They say in Deadwood
Hickok’s final hand included the aces &
eights of both black suits,
A Deadman’s Hand, a 5 card draw
And that death came with it,
But in life it all depends
Upon the cards
That you are dealt.
For I’ve seen the world thru
A narrow glass,
An empty glass
And a terrible glance
That revealed all the best &
The worst…
The worst oh love
The worst kind of chance
In life.
For you can dance with the devil
In the pale moonlight,
You can save & save and work
all your life. And hope… And pray or
Spend. But either way the man
Will come a knocking soon
No matter what… in the end.
For your life can be a million things but
It all depends on you.
For luck is only half the game,
And the rest is up to you.
Because the truth?
Is that you are not
Completely, supremely, or eternally fucked or
Somehow destined to self destruct
But everyone you love will fall in the end
No matter what you do.
So the best kind of dance?
Your best card to chance?
Is always the ace of hearts.
For this, these words are both
A warning and a blessing,
A little bit of wisdom from a man
Whose words will stay true.
That your mind & heart
Must find a chart to
Plot your course upon.
So
Find a love thats
True, find a soul thats real
And that will never let you down.
And that heart my friend
Is your ace.
So no matter what?
Treat her right.
Rich or poor
Old or young
Thru good times or bad.
Because all life really
Is based upon on how you play the cards
And the winner always
Takes all…
___________
R.M. Engelhardt 2011
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In Seasons Of
IN SEASONS OF
In seasons of
Pleasure
In her language
I live
Seemliest, fairest.
She,
My power
A gracious chance which I have received
Know
All others removed
in her light
hue/hair
her eyes
With lovely face upon me
she smiled
I turn
therefore towards love,
Lady,
Longing has come upon me
With clever
excellence
And a neck, beauty whiter
than any maiden seen.
Wooing in morning
worn out from waking
Alive as in action. Happy-
Full.
Oh heart, oh love
Do not deprive me
For I have been worrying long since,
Endured for a time
Waiting.
Woman,
Fairest beneath her clothing
A song
Of she
A song of us
Now sung
By the lark
And the mourning doves
Where time is patient
And our patience time
Ours awakened
Ours now
And for-ever.
______________
R.M. Engelhardt 2011
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R.M. Engelhardt. Writer~Poet-Albany,NY
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R.M. Engelhardt. Writer~Poet-Albany,NY
