R.M. Engelhardt · Troy Poetry Mission

The Troy Poetry Mission Returns September 26th!







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!

Half Dead Poet's Review · R.M. Engelhardt

Let Poetry Be Poetry: R.M. Engelhardt On The Nation’s Recent Apology

cropped-c__data_users_defapps_appdata_internetexplorer_temp_saved-images_finders-hitting-old-typewriter-keys-animated-gif2.gifThe Half Dead Poet Review:

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.












R.M. Engelhardt


Inspiration Poetry
Follow inspiration, not popularity.
Write from the soul, not for the world.
~ R.M. Engelhardt
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.
~ R.M. Engelhardt
poetry news · R.M. Engelhardt

Let Poetry Be Poetry: A Response To Recent Headlines





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



You’re entitled

No matter

Who you are

Or where you



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



Of fear



Of political


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



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






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


Didn’t really

Die in


He actually

Moved back to

The states &

Drank alot of


Where no one

Recognized him

Or knew his


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


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


Of pee

But his


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



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


“Damn. When are all these monkeys going to be smart enough to free themselves from their own fucking cages?”C__Data_Users_DefApps_AppData_INTERNETEXPLORER_Temp_Saved Images_tumblr_p272wwEP6W1rlb7pso1_500

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


#secondcivilwarletters #trump #independenceday #ignoringthetruth #rmengelhardt

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 ”