DARK LANDS BOOK Reviews R.M. Engelhardt

via DARK LANDS   Telegraphic missives from the bleak future of now taking in spirit machine and blood . A faint hope beyond hopelessness still guiding the words . ~ Steve Kilbey (The Church) **** R.M. Engelhardt is one of the finest poets currently drawing breath and this book is one hell of a ride….

Strange Beasts

  STRANGE BEASTS We no longer Dwell in forests The woods or Hunt, ponder About nature Instead We walk through Graveyards On sunny days Admiring the Headstones Of those Who once did Or watch Movies At the mall Gather Our food At Trader Joe’s Drink purified Water from Plastic containers And still Allow morons To…

The Outside World

As you get older the more things change – for the better or for the worse. Sometimes being a writer and becoming somewhat of an self-isolationist is like being in a sanctuary and finding your true self, your true voice and words. The outside world never goes away. It will always be there. ~ R.M….

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

The 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…

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…

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…

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…