WAYLOST

WAYLOST

 

There upon that intent star:
Trust of wandering men: of truth The most reminding witness: we fix our eyes also: waylost: the wanderers:

~ Macleish

 

Something is
Different

Something
Has changed

Perhaps
We are just
All worn out

Tired


From the fight

And we want
Peace


Sleep

But the enemy
Is still there

Waiting

And we
Are losing
Sight of
The dream

As we stare
Through vacant
Eyes

Lost ourselves


After losing
So much already

Lives &
Trust

Depth &
Meaning

We are
Waylost

Without a
Plan

Or vision

We must
Find America
Again

Find ourselves
Once more

And again

And rise

 

~ R.M. Engelhardt

10.09.20 ©

 

 

#freedomandwhiskey

AND YOU WILL REMEMBER

AND YOU WILL
REMEMBER

Once.

There is, was
Nothing

Is, was
Nothing

At all

But the
Dead

Who
In their
Final moments
Their last
Breath were
Surrounded
By panic

And fear

Politics

And despair

Struggling
To live

To survive

Unable

To scream

Where black
Orange &
Yellow
Bodybags
Lined the
Hospital
Hallways

Across nations
Across the world

Where
Photos, media
Flashed
Across giant
Internet screens

Confirming
Loss

And the
Doctors &
Nurses
Essential
Workers

Fought on

Some died

But there
Is, was no
Prayer

No anger

To a missing
God or a
Tyrant, the
Monster of all
Hate, lust  & greed

Envy

And sloth

Who ?

With a
Casual smile upon
His face

Lived on

And we ?

The survivors
The angry
The broken
The hopeless
&  the poor,
The weak
The powerless
The middle-class
And all the old
And all the young
Of the world

Did nothing.

We

Did nothing

We

Did nothing

We

Did nothing

“At All”

#coronavirus #death #2020 #rmengelhardt #poetry #poem #youtube

In The Burning Light

IN THE BURNING LIGHT

All animals
All creatures
All beauty

Dead.

How could
God let
This happen?

People asked

And then
God replied

“Men did”

And put
Out the
Fire with
Rain

As he
Opened
A door between
The clouds
Of smoke

Where the
Souls of all the
Creatures

Went

~ R.M. Engelhardt ©

Retirement

RETIREMENT

Someday
I will be an old
Poet an old man
In an old suit a tie
And a fedora hat
Reading old poems
About the old days
To young kids who
Won’t appreciate
Poetry or jazz or
The silence of the
Mind nature or
Music the mystic
Or the magick of
Life

And it is
Then at that
Very moment
When one of
Them makes
Another fart joke
In the middle of
My reading that
I shall pause
Smile & then with
A magick incantation
Turn into a fifty foot
Serpent & eat them
All in the school
Auditorium telling
The school principal
That they all just
Hated my poetry
And left as I let out
A loud & infinite
Belch and I get on
The bus
& leave

Retirement

~ R.M. Engelhardt/2019

Of God,Father & Soul

OF GOD, FATHER & SOUL

And it is written:

That the 3
Wisemen followed a
Star in the southern
Sky that brought
Them to South
Carolina

And there
In 1933
They found
The child
James

The 1st
Wiseman
Gave him
Rhythm

The 2nd
Wiseman
Gave him
Soul

But the
3rd Wiseman
Gave him
The most
Important gift
Of all

HAAAA- Y !

And it was
Good

American Poet

IMG_20190929_230826_453AMERICAN POET

 

I.

 

I awake
In 2019

From
A Dream

That is
Just
Another
Nightmare

 

II.

 

This
Is one
Seriously
Fucked up

Place

 

I choose
To go back
To sleep

Wake me
When the
Sonnets
Return
To life

The living

Wake me
When the
Verses

Breathe
Once more

When all the
World becomes
Silent

A whisper

In a dead man’s

Ear

 

~ R.M. Engelhardt

 

 

From The Ashes

67759426_1637617836370985_4902568253416538112_n

FROM THE ASHES

From the ashes
You will one-day
Rise

To a better place

From sadness

Doubt

You will forgive
And be forgiven
And all your enemies
Will be nothing but
The fragments of
Time

For they were
Once human too

And from the
Ashes they
Shall rise with
You

 

~ R.M. Engelhardt

EPITAPH. A Poem R.M. Engelhardt

EPITAPH

A Poem by R.M.Engelhardt
With Music By Will Nivins
Love Is The Devil spoken word
Project 2007

EPITAPH R.M. Engelhardt

Strange Beasts

 

eyevine6.02587930cmyk

STRANGE BEASTS
We no longer
Dwell in forests
The woods or
Hunt, ponder
About nature
Instead
We walk through
Graveyards
On sunny days
Admiring the
Headstones
Of those
Who once did

Or watch
Movies

At the mall

Gather
Our food
At Trader Joe’s

Drink purified
Water from
Plastic containers

And still
Allow morons
To take land
Away from those
Who coexist
With it

Our tribe
Our people
Are unnatural

Unbeautiful

Strange beasts
Who destroy
Everything to
Create garbage

Our own
Funerals

More headstones
That cover the
Earth

With our
Own shit

 

 

~ R.M. Engelhardt 2019©