Poet Writer Albany NY
~ R.M.E. 2019©
ICONIC
God died
The other day
Or at least the
Media said so
He had a great
Career, a few number
1 hits and a fan club
Back in the day
I turned to
My wife after
Reading of his
Demise on
Facebook and
Asked;
“Wasn’t he dead already?”
~ © R.M. Engelhardt/2019
THE SONS OF MEN
The sons of men
Once long ago
Ruled over the
Galaxies, stars
And planets
And then
After just a
Few angry words
War
Death
Destruction
The Dark
Their descendents
Left what remained
Behind them and
Took their children away
With them and taught
Them about peace
Taught them about
Love and taught them
To just be happy
And to take care of just
The few important things
They had left
And when they
Found a small
And lonely place
Among the stars
They called her
Mother
But eventually
They all forgot
Who they were
And forgot what truly
Mattered
And then again
After just a
Few angry words
War
Death
Destruction &
The Dark
Returned
The cycle
Repeating
Over & over
Again
Throughout time
Throughout centuries
Throughout millennia
Until
One day
All the sons
Of men
Were dead
And above
Them all the stars
The planets
And the galaxies
Were gone
~ R.M. Engelhardt
MORE THAN NIGHT
I am searching
For something
More than night
More than
The dark
The evening
Under stars
Under the moonlight
Another life
Or perhaps
I just need
Another drink
Whiskey
On the side
~ R.M. Engelhardt/19
OF CONVERSATIONS
FRIENDS & ANGELS
Today
I come to you
In the memory
Of old friends
Conversation
Over lost time
And lost years
That have
Mysteriously
Vanished
In both tragedy
And revelation
Grief
And silence
Detached from
This mere
Mortal coil
To remember them;
They who were
Once here and
They who once loved
And who we all
Once were once
Upon a time long
Ago as well
In a love, a friendship
A moment
Meant with soul
So fiercely
Now
Vauge
Idle
In dreaming
For you see
As we go on
Our minds
Have learned to
Play tricks
Deceptions
In a veil of youth
& passing days
Drunken illusions
And insignificant
Slights now
Forgotten
Replaced by
What was once in our
Hearts our true
Appearance
A realization
That to be human
Is to be flawed
But these things
Are small pins
Needles
Inconsequential
Now forgotten
So in coming years
We shall sit down & remember them
And have a conversation
Like old friends
Should have like
All friends living
Until
Into the light &
The brilliance
Of angels
We go
Onto
To the next
Mortal
Dream
Without remorse
~ R.M. Engelhardt
03.16.2019
REPETITION
So let us call this
Ruin
Civilization
Written
Upon an ancient
Wall
Built
By the
Living
Dead
Without
Empathy
Mass
Hysteria
A history
Without
Clarity
Created
By egos
Inhuman
And not
True men
A standing
Headstone
Marking
The end
Of freedom
~ R.M. ENGELHARDT/2019
NOSTALGIA ACT
Aren’t you that
Poet who was famous
Once?
That poet
Who lived
Downtown
That wore
That old leather
Jacket & who
Was kinda like
A punk rock vampire
Lord Byron meets
Edgar Allan Poe
Guy?
I really liked
That poem you
Wrote the young millennial
Girl says
It was totally awesome
My mom has the book
Thank you
Which one?
I inquire
You know
That one about
Dying without her
Love & sadness
Loss & self
Destruction
That one
Y’know
“Come As You Are”
I smile
Take a sip of my
Coffee, excuse myself
From the room
~ R.M. Engelhardt/19
The Clown & The Ballerina
The Clown & The Ballerina
Walked down the isle
They fell in love
Despite all denials
And the world
Continued to fade
In these times we
Love in these times
We hope in these times
Of dark days where
Nobody wants laughter
Or romance, dancing
Or swan lake
Because the world
Demands conformity
This world demands
Fake this world demands
Hate over the beauty of
Love
So The Clown & The Ballerina
They tried to challenge fate
And they laughed & danced
Forever under the stars
And ignored a world
Of conflict, a circus
In their hearts
That they no longer
Wanted
And they are still
Madly in love
To this day
R.M. ENGELHARDT 