R.M. Engelhardt · Troy Poetry Mission

The Troy Poetry Mission Returns September 26th!

POETRY NEVER DIED

NEVER HAS.

NEVER WILL.

IT’S JUST MOVED TO TROY, NY

 

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Welcome To The New Troy Poetry Mission Held Monthly On The Last Wednesday Evening of Each Month At Exlir 16 Beer & Taproom at 45 Second Street in Troy NY. Hosted By R.M. Engelhardt & James Duncan. Sign Up 7:30pm/Start Time 8pm. Featured Poet Each Month. $3.00 Donation Requested. All Poets All Styles All Writers Welcome!

Welcome To The New Troy Poetry Mission An Open Mic For Poets Poetry & The Spoken Word Held Monthly On The Last Wednesday Evening of Each Month At Exlir 16 Beer & Taproom at 45 Second Street in Troy NY. Hosted By R.M. Engelhardt & James Duncan. Sign Up 7:30pm/Start Time 8pm.

Featured Poet Each Month. $3.00 Donation Requested.

As Always All Poets All Styles All Writers Welcome!

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Half Dead Poet's Review · 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

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

R.M. Engelhardt

Write.

Inspiration Poetry
Follow inspiration, not popularity.
Write from the soul, not for the world.
~ R.M. Engelhardt
WRITE.
Manifest power in words.
Write poetry.
Name your own humanity.
Ponder creation thru inner meaning.
Find hidden voices in the universal consciousness of soul.
Find yourself, and then return again.
Poetry is the sacred religion
Of both time & space older than
Civilization itself.
Poetry is dead.
Poetry is living.
Poetry is everything.
Poetry is a language
Unto itself that is understood.
Poetry will never die
It will still appear in places
Long after you are dust
So write.
That’s all.
That’s it.
Write.
~ R.M. Engelhardt
poetry news · R.M. Engelhardt

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

R.M. Engelhardt

Jim Morrison Lives In My Basement

Jim Morrison Lives In My Basement

Jim

Didn’t really

Die in

71

He actually

Moved back to

The states &

Drank alot of

Booze

Where no one

Recognized him

Or knew his

Name

Then one day

He showed up

On my doorstep

Asking for a

Notebook & a

Pen claiming

He was once

The Lizard King

And that’s

How it all

Began

So I let him

Move into

My basement

Where now he

Just sings old blues

Songs all day long

And quotes Rimbaud

& William Blake

He just

Drinks beer and

He never bathes

His old leather

Pants reeking

Stinking

Of pee

But his

Writing

His poetry

Is amazing

But mostly

All about his

Beard & magical

Realms where

Old guys who

Only have beards

Are kings

He’s strange

But he’s Jim

Last week

I gave him a

A Taylor Swift

CD just to

See what he

Would do

He uses it

As a drink

Coaster and

Is now convinced

That the end times

Are nigh

I agree

R.M. Engelhardt

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

 

Poetry · R.M. Engelhardt

Some Days

Some Days

Some days I question human behavior I question what we are doing here I question where I came from where mankind came from after I watch the news on tv after listening to people talking on there cell phones screaming at other human beings on the bus. But somehow I never give up. Somehow I just keep moving on. So I light another cigarette, and in that motion I become Buddha I become I God I become just another lost soul lost traveler moving through the process of life. Just another one of Darwin’s monkeys philosophizing why we all even bother anymore as somewhere aliens are watching from a spacecraft in the stars drinking beer & having a conversation about us saying

 

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R.M. Engelhardt

In The Silence

In The Silence

Political headlines
The same ol’ shit
Not a day passes
Without anger

Somehow
The gods of war
The gods of pestilence
The gods of media
Have destroyed our
Inner peace as each
Part each peace of
Our soul fades away
And dies a little bit
As the darkness
Overshadows our
Faith

Our country tis
Of thee sweet
Land of liberty
Let freedom ring

But the world
All changed
One day when
We were at work
Or taking care of
Our children or
Taking the dog
For a walk

We didn’t
See it coming
We didn’t believe
That such things
Could ever happen

Here.

And just like
Germany just like
God we turned our
Backs and walked
Away

Sick
In the silence
Hateful of our
Own cowardice
Our own useless voices
Now too late to
Stop the darkness

Now

So
In years to come
Remember this
This time this
America this
Moment

That moment
When you said
Nothing did
Nothing & ran
Away from it all
Like a frightened
Child

Who doesn’t
Remember
His own home
Or where he belongs

Anymore

#secondcivilwarletters #trump #independenceday #ignoringthetruth #rmengelhardt

R.M. Engelhardt

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 ”