POET WRITER AUTHOR GENTLEMAN OUTSIDER
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 ©
They used to say this place is called the “End of the World“
And it has gone by many other names
Like Apocalypse
Rapture
End Days
And people have been talking
About it forever, for centuries
Putting it in books
But if you choose
To believe in all of this,
Do nothing. Don’t stand. Don’t change.
Don’t resist with a true belief in the
Human spirit, a greater love or faith
Then the End of The World
Becomes a simple truth
~ R.M. Engelhardt, 2020 ©
SOLSTICE
Today
We bless all
Things all darkness
All light
The days
Have grown shorter
And the night
Stays to remind
Us to rest & to
Change our
Ways for the
Better
For the future
For humanity
Animals children
Our world
Today
We rid ourselves
Of all negativity
All sources of
Hate
So let us
Do just that
And bury them
All beneath
The frozen earth
As we pray
For better days
And as our fires
Grow in solace
Theirs shall
Disappear
Back into
The shadows
To remain
~ R.M. Engelhardt
Life, poetry in general is about experience and language. How you present this rare magic is key. The writer or poet is not an expert. It’s how you present it. In other words? Each God is a God and each man is a man or for that matter woman. A line is a line and beauty is beauty. Tragedy is tragedy and you own both. There are no workshops or religions that can ever teach you to be you or how to live or write. You must find these words by yourself and then put them down on paper or find your own way, your own path in the dark.
~ R.M. Engelhardt
The Occult.
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Editors: R.M. Engelhardt & Hex M’ Jai
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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
~ R.M. Engelhardt/2019
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
Sometimes in life we go through bouts of failure. No inspiration, the chips are down.
Maybe you’ve lost a friend or a loved one. Maybe you’re behind on the rent. But whatever you’re going through? Never stop writing. Never stop creating. Find those things that mean the most to you. Let them inspire you. Dig into the trenches and fight the war.
Never surrender.
That’s all. That’s it.
Thanks for following my friends.
Never surrender. Never give up.
~ R.M. Engelhardt
AMERICAN 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
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