Where There Is No Vision by R.M. Engelhardt “Where there is no vision, the people perish; rather, cast off restraint, become ungovernable, cannot be reined in” ~ Exodus 32:22, 25 WHERE THERE IS NO VISION : Is the new book of poetic-prose by poet/writer R.M. Engelhardt written over the last several months March ~June…
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R.M. Engelhardt On YouTube
Hey, I hope that all of you are staying safe right now in this time of Quarantine. In the midst of all this I have been contributing new poems as well as some older ones to the cause. Many of which are not so polite to politicians and Trump Supporters. Follow the Words here: And…
AND YOU WILL REMEMBER
AND YOU WILLREMEMBER Once. There is, wasNothing Is, wasNothing At all But theDead WhoIn theirFinal momentsTheir lastBreath wereSurroundedBy panic And fear Politics And despair StrugglingTo live To survive Unable To scream Where blackOrange &YellowBodybagsLined theHospitalHallways Across nationsAcross the world WherePhotos, mediaFlashedAcross giantInternet screens ConfirmingLoss And theDoctors &NursesEssentialWorkers Fought on Some died But thereIs, was noPrayer…
IMBOLC
IMBOLC Ashes from the fireShe rests for awhileTo change the seasonsFrom winter to light ~ R.M. Engelhardt
In The Burning Light
IN THE BURNING LIGHT All animalsAll creaturesAll beauty Dead. How couldGod letThis happen? People asked And thenGod replied “Men did” And putOut theFire withRain As heOpenedA door betweenThe cloudsOf smoke Where theSouls of all theCreatures Went ~ R.M. Engelhardt ©
At The End of The World
They used to say this place is called the “End of the World“ And it has gone by many other names Like Apocalypse Rapture End Days And people have been talkingAbout it forever, for centuriesPutting it in books But if you chooseTo believe in all of this, Do nothing. Don’t stand. Don’t change.Don’t resist with…
Solstice
Solstice
Find Your Own Voice
Life, poetry in general is about experience and language. How you present this rare magic is key. The writer or poet is not an expert. It’s how you present it. In other words? Each God is a God and each man is a man or for that matter woman. A line is a line and…
Dead Man’s Press Ink. Coming Soon
The Occult. Poetry, Mystery & Pulp. Masters of the macabre. DEAD MAN’S PRESS INK. Editors: R.M. Engelhardt & Hex M’ Jai Coming Soon.
Retirement
RETIREMENT Someday I will be an old Poet an old man In an old suit a tie And a fedora hat Reading old poems About the old days To young kids who Won’t appreciate Poetry or jazz or The silence of the Mind nature or Music the mystic Or the magick of Life And it…
