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The Outside World

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As you get older the more things change – for the better or for the worse. Sometimes being a writer and becoming somewhat of an self-isolationist is like being in a sanctuary and finding your true self, your true voice and words. The outside world never goes away. It will always be there.

~ R.M. Engelhardt

Let Poetry Be Poetry: R.M. Engelhardt On The Nation’s Recent Apology

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The host of The Troy Poetry Mission R.M. Engelhardt let’s his views & thoughts be known on the recent false accusations against the Nation magazine and a young but well meaning poet who simply wrote a poem in regards to the plight of homelessness in America.

Writing and poetry is all about characters, narrative and advocating for the rights & beliefs of all, not just some writers and the meaning of 21st century poetry started a very long time ago which has apparently become “lost in translation” to many journalists and magazines riding the wave of popularity. Poetry has never died. Never will.

Read It Here.

https://albanypoets.com/2018/08/the-half-dead-poet-review-let-poetry-just-be-poetry

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Let Poetry Be Poetry: A Response To Recent Headlines

LET POETRY BE POETRY

 

Attention:

 

Don’t apologize

Don’t cry

Don’t whine

 

Leave it alone

Don’t change or

Edit the world

Be honest

Be authentic

Be real

 

Because

You’re entitled

No matter

Who you are

Or where you

Live

 

To be who you

Were meant to be

To say what needs

To be said to be

Free and to let the

Words breathe

 

Like all words

And poetry should

 

And not to be stifled

By others who

Aren’t brave enough

To say what needs

To be said

Afraid to be alive

Because they all live

 

In the imaginary

Land

 

Of fear

 

Afraid

Of political

Monsters

Who live in

The dark or

Who believe

That they have

The right to control

Your voice

 

Your thoughts

Your writing

Your ideas

 

Your history

Your color

Your beliefs

 

So

Don’t apologize

Don’t cry

Don’t whine

 

Leave the words

As they are

Let the words be

Your own words

And never ever

Back down

 

Against Nazis

Against censorship

Against idiots

Against tyrants

 

Who think that

They have the right

To edit your soul

 

Because on the day

You are afraid

To write a poem

In America

Or anywhere

 

You’ve already

Let all the monsters

 

Win

 

So

 

Let Poetry

Be Poetry

 

Let The Poem Breathe

 

Let The Poem Live

 

~ R.M. Engelhardt

August 2018

The Clown & The Ballerina

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

 

NOTHING GROWS IN THIS GARDEN

Nothing Grows

In this garden

The flowers

Are for the dead

 

A memorial to

The fallen

In memory of

Lives once lived

 

But in the season

Of each child

In the passing of

Each son

 

We sow the

Seeds of promise

In the hope of

Another one

 

Who will lead

Us to a new land

Who will let us

Rest in peace

Who will stop

The wars of selfish men

Who will finally

Bring us peace

 

But nothing

Grows in this garden

Except the flowers

Of the dead

As another century

Passes and another

Prayer is said

 

” Mors vincit omnia ”

 

The Mission Returns! 2018

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Welcome To The Troy Poetry Scene 2018 !

The Troy Poetry Mission returns to O’Brien’s Public House on Wednesday, January 31st with a public poetry spoken word open mic . No feature, just poets.

This month we encourage you to to just bring a few poems, have a drink and be a part of the Troy poetry community. New writers and poets are always welcome!

*Sign up at 7:30pm
*8pm start time

http://www.troypoetrymission.com

Hosted by R.M. Engelhardt
And James H. Duncan

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Homeless Warriors

HOMELESS WARRIORS

We are
Multitudes
Young &
Old
Men &
Women
An army
Dethroned
Without the
Respect of
Generations

You cannot
See what
We’ve seen
The fine
Line between
Humanity
And disease
Destruction
Poverty

Death

So I beseech
Thee
America
To believe
To care
To help
To save

For we
Have lost
Our families
Brothers &
Sisters to
The grave
The enemies
Which you
In all your
Endless campaigns
Have created

The sons &
Daughters
Of your fate

You cannot
Will not
Ignore us
Those who
Have laid
Down our
Bodies &
Souls
Sacrificed our
Very existence
So you can
Watch television
And drink beer
Without a
Conscience

For there
Is no more glory
No Valhalla
In a country full
Of political
Vultures &
Fakes

You have
Betrayed &
Abandoned us
With our
Insanity &
Disabilities
Wounds &
Without anymore
Weapons to fight
Back without
Food or a
Place to rest
Our heads

You have
Disappeared
After Vietnam
Afghanistan
Iraq & Kuwait
Without a single

“Thank you”

For is
No place
Left for damaged
Warriors
In your self
Serving beliefs

And we
Are still fighting
For survival
Every day
Waiting
Praying for
One more
Victory

Unnoticed

On The Plans of Mice Not Men

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THE PLANS OF MICE AND MEN

What small minds & small hands you have in common.
Like penises. Like bombs.
The need to feel important the need to be the center of everything all things dying long dead and vile as inside like a billionaire’s mind.
Or a dictator’s

God is watching

Not you
Not God

Your harsh words
Inviting
The mists from the North
Harbingers of
Oblivion from
Another land

Mine
Yours
Mine
The news

Mice
Not men

Mice
Men that
Should just

Shut
The Fuck
Up

And crawl
Back into
Your holes

Talon (R.M. Engelhardt) Featured Poet At Inquiring Minds On August 26th

POETRY NIGHT (and Prose) @ Inquiring Minds Bookstore Saturday, August 26, 2017 at 6:30 PM Inquiring Minds Bookstore 68 Partition St., Saugerties, NY Currently Hosted by Brian Dorn FEATURING: R.m. Engelhardt is a veteran poet-writer whose work over the last 20 some years has been published in such journals and magazines as Thunder Sandwich, […]

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