In the late 1990s & into the early part of this century I created and ran a spoken word poetry open mic called THE SCHOOL OF NIGHT at Valentine's as well as at a few other locations afterwards in Albany, NY. The open mic was always extremely crowded and popular and we did alot of … Continue reading The School of Night. Albany, NY
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How It All Began : A Memoir On Albany Poets & The Albany WordFest
http://WWW.ALBANYPOETS.COM http://saintpoem.wordpress.com/2012/03/19/how-it-all-began-albany-poets-the-albany-wordfestHow It All Began : A Memoir On Albany Poets & The Albany WordFest
The Raven: An All Hallows Eve Tribute To Edgar Allan Poe At The UAG, Albany NY
MONDAY, OCTOBER 31st ~ Halloween The Upstate Artists Guild 247 Lark Street Albany, NY
New Work On Albany Poets, Albany-NY
By Thom Francis As part of rolling out the new AlbanyPoets.com website, we are inviting the poets on the site to send us some new work that we can post. One of the first poets to take us up on the offer happens to be one of the first poets on the site when Albany … Continue reading New Work On Albany Poets, Albany-NY
Poem “Burn” In Red Fez
Poem By R.M. Engelhardt. June 2011Poem "Burn" In Red Fez
THE ENEMY OF MY ENEMY IS YOUR GOD MY FRIEND…
THE ENEMY OF MY ENEMYIS YOUR GOD MY FRIENDOh Dear GodOh see how they bleedOh Dear God, my Lord.Oh Dear GodOh see how they pleadOh Dear God, my Lord.My Lord;Who we wait forScream forOn the battlefieldsOf every warAntagonist.Protagonist.Oh thy Lord,You uponOur sideTheir side.No questionsNo explanationsAskedOr ever given.For my brothersWe will see youOnce more & againIn … Continue reading THE ENEMY OF MY ENEMY IS YOUR GOD MY FRIEND…
WALT WHITMAN IS DEAD
WALT WHITMAN IS DEAD Where are you now? Uncle? Poet? Walt? Old man, child of the Long Island Free verse son of America, Teacher & government work-man? “Human - Being” Citizen Man… Mind of the spirit Spirit, in the flesh Where have you gone? Disappeared Now a ghost Among the leaves, The rest. Uncle, I … Continue reading WALT WHITMAN IS DEAD
The Aesthetics Of Anger… Poem
The Aesthetics Of AngerWhen said the moon to the stars in the skyA small boy was born upon the day his mother diedUpon his 30th day did also riseAn only son in September.And when he was young and death did followHim like a bird and left him hollowAt five & twelve & 13 livesA trail … Continue reading The Aesthetics Of Anger… Poem
Poetry Reading…
Poetry Reading To be a boxer, or not to be thereat all. O Muse, where are our teeming crowds? Twelve people in the room, eight seats to spareit’s time to start this cultural affair.Half came inside because it started raining, the rest are relatives. O Muse. The women here would love to rant and rave, … Continue reading Poetry Reading…
DEMOLISHED … For Ms. Friday Night. Poem: 2007(Source: http://www.youtube.com/)