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BOWIE
Three New Poems In The Kitchen Poet
MY THERAPISTS ARE MR. ZEVON & MR. SCOTCH
She’s gone.
Temporarily
Forever
Finding me
Here alone on the couch in
The middle of
Another Sunday afternoon
With my good friends
The Clan Macallan
& Warren Zevon
Reminiscing about all
Of the old days & all of
The best days past.
Yet, perhaps it’s all
Just an illusion
Or maybe it’s just the sounds
That bring us all back to
To the land of
Stark raving reality from
The momentary
And marked passing
Of punk poetry, slam dancing
And black leather jackets.
As Warren says to me
“Life Will Kill Ya”
And Macallan says to me
No worries my good son
“Drink up”
For she will soon
Return with
The love that you
Gave her
And your
Foolish, sentimental heart
In her pocket
“Too”
_______________
R.M. ENGELHARDT
From “The Resurrection Waltz”, 2013
Apocalypse, Etc.
Note:
Humanity?
I am tired of your self-centered
Bullshit & whining ways
Stop this train, stop it now.
For we shall all remain… Dream.
Persevere
Into this life,
Or the next.
An ode to the dead world that is poetry, lost and faraway.
The ancient soul of Sappho gone and golden days.
Tear these words, voices away. Now only left with memories.
Let the prophets burn,
And create the visions of what shall be
Under the currents and beyond the sleep of the icons reach…
Let us
Speak of that which is human,
Love …this eternal dream
Forget the fools, the mundane
Apocalypse, Etc.
A wild ride,
An action packed extravaganza
With spooky, scary thrills
Coming soon to an idiot near you.
Fuck it… Fuck them.
I’m going out
For a drink &
Kiss my wife & kids
Goodnight.
Love thy neighbor
Love thy friends
For this life
Is all too short
To waste.
_______________________
R.M. Engelhardt
EPITAPH
Epitaph forThe lost poemWhich containedEverythingAnd nothing.Touched everyone, anyoneWho desiredThe mystery of mysteriesWords of words, which brought forthLanguageBoth blessed & cursed usMarried us, buried us and partedThe heavens and theDeep blue seasMade Houdini disappearAnd broke the sole ofKhrushchev’s soulShot KennedyAnd then shot a rocketTo the moonSold us, indiscriminateCommanded us to war and gloryAnd holocaust – unimagined imaginationThe scavengers & architects, historyFighting for space apocalypticDown on Wall Street and in the Silicone ValleyStages of poetry and stagesOf time living, breathing & dyingOn the battlefieldsOf life.The Poem,Too earlyToo lateToo badThe lost poemWhich containedNothing and everythingEverything and nothingAt all.You left it home on theKitchen table where your childrenDrew on itIn crayonIt is just as well.
It’s The Words …
Thanks …
“It is the quality of one’s convictions that determines success, not the number of followers.”
~ Remus
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R.M. Engelhardt : Four New Poems On The Outlaw Poetry Network
REALITY IS BAD FOR BIZNESS
Before super models
Ruled the earth
There were people.
Before idiots
Controlled
The government
There were wise men.
The future
Is now
The past.
Desolate faces
Ride subway trains & buses without
Hope. Hoping.
And politics
Has become
A children’s
Game.
While going down
On Madison Avenue
The persuaders,
Manipulators & Predators Worship
In churches
Of nothingness.
In churches
Of shit.
The media
Ignoring What is To come
And be.
Because it’s Bad for publicity
And bad
For business.
That these truths
Are self-evident.
That people
Are dying
Over oil reserves
In the Middle East.
That people
Are being denied
Their rights.
That No one has
The balls to
Stop the maniacs
Who’ve taken over
Our lives.
So just accept it.
Relax.
Buy a coke
And a smile.
As the lights
In your child’s
Eyes
Dim.
Fade.
And go out.
_____________
~ R.M. 2005