It’s Official. Poets & Writers

It’s Official. After many years of publishing, writing and creating groups and poetry spoken-word events such as Albany Poets, Vox, The School of Night, The Albany WordFest, The Troy Poetry Mission and many others I’ve finally been honored with my listing in Poets & Writers. Thank you. Poets & Writers R.M. Engelhardt #rmengelhardt #albanypoets #poetsandwriters…

OF CONVERSATIONS, FRIENDS & ANGELS

OF CONVERSATIONS FRIENDS & ANGELS   Today I come to you In the memory Of old friends Conversation Over lost time And lost years That have Mysteriously Vanished In both tragedy And revelation Grief And silence Detached from This mere Mortal coil To remember them; They who were Once here and They who once loved…

Write.

WRITE. 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…

POETS ARE WELCOME …

    “That’s the god damn problem with Albany, NY” She said. “There are too many fucking poets “ In the city Where I was born They tore it all down So many times That we all forgot. Because you see I was born In a place Where the lives get Lines and the stories…

MEMENTO~POEM TO PAST SELF IN FUTURE TENSE : Poems 2oo2

MEMENTO Better to feel                  (Than be) Blood rushes thru veins And the heart beats, Only one-day to complete its duty. While eventually earth and gods shall all come Crashing down And kingdoms & civilizations fade. And so please, I ask you only this; That when I leave…

The Dead Crooner

THE DEAD CROONER This ain’t the story of Bing Crosby. And sure as shit ain’t the story of Sinatra or Fred Astaire either. This is a story unfit for Bobbie-soxers & the elderly. And this is not the story of some sentimental journey, a very very long-time “ago”. So let’s all get nostalgic and flashback…

Nevermore …

“There are surely other worlds than this—other thoughts than the thoughts of the multitude— other speculations than the speculations of the sophist. Who then shall call thy conduct into question? who blame thee for thy visionary hours, or denounce those occupations as a wasting away of life, which were but the overflowing of thine everlasting…