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R.M. Engelhardt
TIME
HOPE DREAM
Perhaps
We
Cannot
Defeat Time
Perhaps
We
Will
Never
Defeat
Death
But
While
We Are
Here
We Can
Hope
And Dream
And
Manifest
Destiny
And
Make
Time Stand Still
THE
VOICE OF TOMORROW
The voice of tomorrow
Is the voice of today
The voice of tomorrow
Isn’t a writer, an activist
Or a politician, a pop star
Or a racist thug spreading lies
And speaking at
A university
The voice of tomorrow
Isn’t a tyrant, a president
Or a Democrat, a liberal
Or the KKK
The voice of tomorrow
Is simply a child
Who will create a better
World, a better place free
Of monsters & violence
Hatred & rage
Free of deportations
And all the twisted games
Who speaks for all the
People and not for it’s
Rich, but for its poor
And for the common
Women, and man
Making sure that each one
Has a better life
And
The voice of tomorrow
Isn’t an over zealous
Religious person or a
Religious fake
The voice of tomorrow
Can be heard today
Asking their mother;
“Who are these bad men in masks?”
And asking their father;
“Can’t we just move away?”
The voice of tomorrow
Is now seeing the worst of
Human behavior
The damage everywhere
Who is asking God at night
“Why?”
“ Why haven’t they arrested the
bad fat man
With the red tie? The orangutan?
Because he hurts people bad
And doesn’t help them
Never helps them
At all
The voice of tomorrow
Is the voice of today
Making more sense than
Any of us
Simply knowing
What’s right
And what’s wrong
ASH
The words once
Devestated
The mind
Some
Uplifted the
Soul
The dead
Can no longer
Hear them
The living
No longer
Listen
Unless they
Are wrapped up
In a package
Of glamour
Or deceit
Can you still
Hear them?
The poets
Ask
Can you still
Feel them?
The poets
Cry
But the masses
Are now all
Deaf & blind
Conditioned
By the promise
Of something
More
But lift the veil
And close the
Curtain and
You’ll find there’s
Only an empty
Stage
An empty
Book
Full of
Yesterdays
And no tomorrows
Never finding
The ghosts of
Poets past
Or new voices
That burn
The soul
Into ash
PRAYER
I saw a man
Kneeling & praying
On the corner of
Purgatory Street &
Salvation Ave wearing
An American flag like
A shawl to protect him
From evil
I saw a man in
Utah pouring out
Hate to a crowd of young
Students pretending
To be a good Christian
Man
Interrupted
I’ve seen wars
And bullets screaming
And ripping through
The bodies the flesh of human
Beings both good &
Evil, children in far
Away countries &
Only a few miles away
From the safety of suburbia
And either way?
They all die
For the bullet knows
Nothing about discrimination
The gun, knows even less
Know nothing about racism
Money or greed or the color
Of anyone’s skin
And kills everyone equally
Without remorse
Or mercy
I saw a man kneeling
On the corner of Purgatory
And Salvation kneeling
In an American flag
He poured gasoline
All over himself
And then set himself on fire
Screaming his final words
Love is Dead !
And we’re all going to hell
Create heaven now
A MILLION VOICES
The Poets
All come & go
All trying to be
The eternal voice
The next dark saint of
Their age
In every era
In every century
The Words
Crashing through
Every window
Every door
Waiting to be
The next Shakespeare
The next revelation
To become something
More than merely human
Touching human souls
With human words
Timeless
But forgotten
Amid the drama
Of all civilization
To be the scholar
The oracle
Instead
Soon to become
The lost voice of humanity
The voice of desperation
The voice of what
All of us eventually become
Mere souls
Without mortal
Coils
Buried
Like a book
In the library
Never touched
Never read
Never seen
MYTHIC
Ghosts
Of Pantheon
To Spirit
To Self
To Heart
To Soul
“Asleep”
A N D
T O
“Resurrect”
Mansions.
To Thee, love weeping forever more
Without stories,
Heroes tragic, dead souls arising
From oblivion.
Voice
Of conscience voice of
God
Gods.
Now channeled, elected
Dream
No more.
Of Angels
Of Halos
Of Saviors
Of Hope
Or
To Thee, love weeping forever more.
In vacant eyes read
In poems of
Mass tragedy
Despair
“Loss”
Mantras Mountains
Of empathy
Repeated.
So Sorry.
So Sorry
For your loss.
All Poems By R.M. Engelhardt
©2025
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