I’m Just A Writer

I’M JUST A WRITER One-day. When all this horror ends. Death ends from this virus. When we have thrown all the walking talking garbage, excrement out of our Whitehouse, the lunatic sociopath and all his corporate friends and buddies. When we as the people who have the true power learn that we cannot trust let…

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…

TEMPUS EDAX RERUM~ Time The Devourer

TEMPUS  EDAX RERUM What was once in this world  just considered impossible or even science fiction has now become a reality. We have lost so many human lives in such a short amount of time and we have seen our leader’s insincere, disturbed &  selfish reactions to it. We have all watched the news 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…

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…