The German Baroness Else Baroness von Freytag-Loringhoven’s Poetry

Astride

Poem
Saddling
Up
From
Fir
Nightbrimmed ⎯
Clinkstirrupchink!
Silverbugle
Copperrimmed ⎯
Keening ⎯
Heathbound
Roves
Moon
Pink ⎯
Straddling
Neighing
Stallion :
“HUEESSUEESSUEESSSOOO
HYEEEEEE PRUSH
HEE HEE HEEEEEEAAA
OCHKZPNJRPRRRR
            HÜ
           /    
HÜÜ            HÜÜÜÜÜÜ
        HÜ-HÜ!”
Aflush
Brink
Through
Foggy
Bog
They
Slink ⎯
Sink
Into
Throbb
Bated.
Hush
Falls ⎯
Stiffling ⎯
Shill
Crickets
Shrill ⎯
Bullfrog
Squalls
Inflated
Bark
Riding
Moon’s
Mica –
Groin ⎯
Strident!

Hark!

Stallion
Whinny’s
In
Thickets.

EvFL

Aphrodite to Mars
(read the original manuscript in the Baroness archives)

Flashing blade –
Poniard buried –
High
Flexible tenderness web
Abdominal
Of
Systems
Equal steel
Shaped
Female

Aflirt
Mars’
Buried blade’s
Keenness aggressive
Into
Keenness’ receptive
Aristocratic
Fit.

Octopus charm’s
Alluring
Rubberdisk tenacity –
Sucking
Soft – energetic
Into
Systems mobile
Knit
Ceasar’s
Digging
Point
Sharp kiss
Plenishing
Snapping thirst’s
Drill gash
Rimflush
Ruby blood’s desire
Equal
Of
Quality true –
Gushing –
Ejaculating silently
High
To
Stain glintedges chased
Pained tempered
Flirt
Ceasar’s crimson
Supreme
Cardinal
Sheath
In
Hedges
Of
Pride’s beam –
Brave blade’s
Flash point –
Poniard steel
Mars asleep
At
Hearth
Olympic.

Octopus love pillows
Recuperating
Capacity
Suckdisks clinglust
To
Sharp arm
Within
Ecstatic
Elasticity
Feminine

Increases!

Tournament dale –
Mattress
Of
Supremely laurelled
Victor

Maturesmiled –
Rosestrewn –
Gaping –
Openpetalled –
Abandonflushed –
Deep – satiated – red
By:
Virtue’s daring
Brilliancy –
Adorned

EvFL

Hell’s Wisdom
(read the original manuscript in the Baroness archives)

<All wisdom is profoundly trivial>
Love is gravitation

My “Derangement” dwells in absence – as – under circumstances existing – normally – it
should be present.
It maintains in circumstance –
There I leave it.
My being in senses right is normal height.
It being uncommon – presents strange – as genius does – uncompanioned.
Victim of circumstance I am not – as I am no dweller in
For me – to be touched – touchably – by circumstance – normal
To vacuous spectres of substance past – should so be abnormal – as to cause revulsion
degree –
Provoking instant insanity – whence I am protected by radius of spiritual emanation

To circumstance I am immaterial – as is circumstance to me.
Diametricaly opposed – alone we leave each other – charmed aloft
Lone I – enhanced shrouded earth – by own atmosphere mine self’s own self – out-of
circumstance cosmic star – volve revolve – evolve -I do – by starshaped pride stygmatized
outcast from circumstanced press – presssure – I am.

Social insanity – cosmic sanity – visible flesh – I am not present.
Cosmic resident .
That means :
Responsibility sublime
Capacity to measure.
Bliss – damnation – alternating until equilibrium attainment
Sway
Balance
Scalefix.

Solution perfect of two in one.
2: 1.
Two in one is nil.
2 : 1 = .
Urstate sublimatedly
Lifted sublime by blood sacrificial power flux :
Radiance suffusion.
Light equals light:
Motion – rise
Impulse. Motion –
Top sun – it
             
Scalefix.

Matter at ever higher level put
Until cristal state –
Graded circle:
                                
One and all is circle
      1 + =
All in one is nil.
: 1 =
Nil is allsum
=
Allsum is in nil
= :
Life conquered – emotion solved
Measureless limitless urfigure
Assembled.
Circle
Navel
Nil.

           Betwixt :
           Swing –
           Wheel
           Scale
           Until:
           Shot
           Middle
           Spot
           Hit - :
           Radiance
           Adash.

EvFL

The German Baroness Else Baroness von Freytag-Loringhoven’s Poetry

WALT WHITMAN IS DEAD

WALT WHITMAN IS DEAD By R.M. Engelhardt

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 see your name written in

School books and upon the wind

And within the rain,

And I still hear your songs fill the air

In the forests & the city streets

Body … Electric.

But father?

Uncle?

Where are you now?

Where have you been?

Gone, gone away from

What you loved most, the land

Yet buried beneath the green

Green meadows, valleys & time

Of ages.

Meditating within the oldest of trees

Silent thru out new ages.

For a book is merely paper

But a voice must ask or say

Invoke yea and awaken others from

The vast darkness & the gray

For uncle, poetic father,

Your America has sadly changed.

No longer the free land

Of promise, no longer do we

Dream like you once dreamt

We still fight wars and without hope

Falter & lose ourselves,

Souls within the damned dark & dense.

So uncle, father.

Return and sit here for a while

And bring some comfort the dying of poets, poetry &

The young boys, and now women…soldiers,

Decimated in faraway lands

You never mentioned in your poems

Or ever heard of.

For it rumored

That you are dead.

And yet?

The 21st century & centuries to come

May yet remember thee still,

And write your verse upon some wall in yet

Another revolution coming.

For it is the same world that

Faces us today Walt Whitman,

One of a new slavery & lack of, death of spirit

That you would not begin to comprehend

Where the poor are now

The slaves of corporation & debt

And prejudice

Still runs rampant…yet hidden

Behind best intentions.

So would you,

Father, Uncle Walt

Still stand insolent? Defiant?

Would you, Walt Whitman

Still stand up & among the

Working class?

But alas,

It is no longer your time here

But your heart & soul remain,

For we, the poets who still struggle

Must create our own new voices & names,

Speak, of what is now & not of the past

To audiences not of one land, but many.

So, Uncle? I owe you an apology.

For you, Walt Whitman are dead.

A timeless friend

And a memory

That we must let rest

To create a new vision.

That one day brings your spirit,

Your uncorrupted vision

“Back”

For if we miss you in one place?

We shall search for you

In another.

__________________

R.M. ENGELHARDT 2011


POETS WANTED: The Saint Poem Reading Series For Poets, Albany-NY

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Reading Set To Bring New Voices & New Poetry To The Capital Region In The Arts Community.

SAINT POEM POETRY OPEN MIC AT THE UAG

THE SAINT POEM READING SERIES AT THE UAG

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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. ~Leonard Cohen

SAINT POEM : A New Open Mic For Poets & Writers Held Monthly At The UAG

Poetry…Poets & Experimental Writing. Featured Poets & Their Work As Well As Themes. These Are The Things That Have Made Poetry Open Mics Unique & Interesting Over The Years And That Have Kept The Voices Returning.
SAINT POEM Is A New Reading Series Which Will Encourage New Poets & Writers And Change In The Albany,NY Poetry-And Open Mic Scene. This Reading Is All About The Work, The Writing…And Most Importantly, The Words!
This Event Is Sponsored By The UAG & MythicAlbany-AlbanyAtNight And Hosted By Veteran Albany Poet, R.M. Engelhardt.

THE SAINT POEM READING SERIES For Poets & Poetry. An Open Mic Held Every 3rd MONDAY EVENING OF EACH MONTH!
7.30pm Sign Up~8pm Start Time. $4.00 Donation Requested.
Sponsored By The UAG & MythicAlbany.

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