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



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



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

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

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


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

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


In years to come
Remember this
This time this
America this

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

Who doesn’t
His own home
Or where he belongs


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R.M. Engelhardt


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 ”


R.M. Engelhardt · Talon Poems By



My long dead
Animal spirit
Doesn’t give
2 shits about your
Drama, symbols, politics
Pornographic presidents
Or clever displays

In my dialect
A long lost forgotten language
Of primitive signs  smoke filled
Bars, cigarettes, man caves  &
Sun gods on vacation
Riding old motorcycles

Into the dusk

The last of my tribe
Who share these
Ancient memories of
The earth the trees
And the sky &
Of getting laid
On a Saturday night

& Open

The zine ?
Now the only
True bible
True words which still
Remain sacred

Once again overthrown
By the domestication
Of the human race
A totem left here & there
For posterity’s sake

But the voices
Will always
Stay as they
Travel upon
The wind

Never extinct
Not yet
Not ever
As long as
We remain


Books by R.M. Engelhardt · Poems · R.M. Engelhardt · Talon Poems By

Coffee Ass Blues & Other Poems: The New Book ~ R.M. Engelhardt 2018

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My new book of poems “Coffee Ass Blues & Other Poems” is now available on Amazon through Alien Buddha Press with illustrations by friend & fellow poet Red Focks. Get your copy today …



R.M. Engelhardt

27: Robert Johnson The Legend, The Devil & The Crossroads




I went to the crossroad
Fell down on my knees
I went to the crossroad
Fell down on my knees
Asked the Lord above “Have mercy now,
Save poor Bob, if you please”

“Crossroad Blues”





Robert Johnson: the Legend, the Devil, the Crossroads, and 27 The Dark of a Moonless Night… Story of the bluesman, the Devil, and the deal at the crossroads, as retold in Stephen Davis’s Hammer of the Gods. In the delta of the Mississippi River, where Robert Johnson was born, they said that if an aspiring bluesman waited by the side of a deserted country crossroads in the dark of a moonless night, then Satan himself might come and tune his guitar, sealing a pact for the bluesman’s soul and guaranteeing a lifetime of easy money, women, and fame. They said that Robert Johnson must have waited by…

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R.M. Engelhardt

Revelations by Talon (R.M. Engelhardt)

New Poem Published by In Between Hangovers

In Between Hangovers

Post structural dark decay at the end of another post modern day

To dream in the shadows
To fear the news
The media
To remain

Dear God
This poetry
This poverty
These remnants of
All fading
A reckoning
Of sorts
Waiting for
The return
Of something

Full of miracles
Scattered across
A landscape
Of faith

These revelations
That come to me
At night

Post structural dark decay at the end of another post modern day

In the embrace of
Unseen angels
That haunt our
Dead &


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