R.M. Engelhardt : The Lost Editions Now Available Again On Scribd : Versus & Versus~Lexikon

“V E R S U S” ~ 2009, which is an experimental book of my poems & work. Comprised of older re-invented poetic forms & poetry prose pieces based on The Song Of Solomon, Surrealism, Dreams, Tarot & even some old norse and ancient egyptian forms.

Versus~Lexikon:
Poems By R.M. Engelhardt 2010
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They indeed were comrades of the gods,
Possessed of Truth, the poets of old:
The fathers found the hidden light
And with true prayer brought forth the dawn.
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Albany, NY based poet, writer R.M. Engelhardt has published several books over the last decade including Nod~Logos~Alchemy~The Last Cigarette: The Collected Poems of R.M. Engelhardt & others. His current experimental book of poetry & prose is called “Versus” A poet & writer, Engelhardt through his ideas & visions has helped to create a large amount of the Upstate, Albany, NY spoken word~poetry scene and is the host of “VoX” an Open Mic For Poets held @ The Fuze Box on every last Friday evening of each month. Thru his efforts along with such writers as Thom Francis he has created such groups the Albany Poetry Syndicate as well as Albany Poets (Now http://www.AlbanyPoets.com), which have left a lasting mark on the upstate NY literary scene. His work has also been published by many journals both in print including Retort, Verve, Industrial Nation, Sure! The Charles Bukowski Newsletter, Thunder Sandwich, The Angry Poet, Full of Crow & many others.

VERSUS : THE POEMS OF R.M. Engelhardt 2009 by R.M. Engelhardt Writer

Versus~Lexikon: Poems By R.M. Engelhardt 2010 by R.M. Engelhardt Writer

In Seasons Of

IN SEASONS OF

In Seasons Of

In seasons of

Pleasure
In her language
I live

Seemliest, fairest.
She,
My power
A gracious chance which I have received
Know
All others removed

in her light

hue/hair
her eyes
With lovely face upon me

she smiled

I turn
therefore towards love,

Lady,
Longing has come upon me
With clever
excellence
And a neck,  beauty whiter
than any maiden seen.

Wooing in morning

worn out from waking

Alive as in action. Happy-

Full.

Oh heart, oh love

Do not deprive me
For I have been worrying long since,
Endured for a time

Waiting.

Woman,

Fairest beneath her clothing
A song
Of she

A song of us

Now sung
By the lark

And the mourning doves
Where time is patient

And our patience time

Ours awakened
Ours now
And for-ever.
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R.M. Engelhardt 2011