The Measure of Man’s Courage

The measure of man’s courage lies
In where he runs his race,
Not in how fast or with what size
He stands, his style or grace,
Nor in the plot of land he claims
Is his before the end,
Nor richest reach, nor lofty aims
Unreached beyond the bend,
Nor mountain staid by soft intent,
Nor lady lost and mourned,
Nor battle waged in discontent,
Nor mantle he adorned.
The courage lays in challenge scorned
By proper and the best,
A life interred and spent alone,
Through time, true to the test,
To hold to will when it has gone
And strokes have halved the heart,
The herald held within his song
When friends turned foes depart.

Eric M. Vogt
Copyright 2014

The Dream

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Eric M. Vogt
Copyright 2013

We do not know what spurs such dreams
As tied and bound my heart last eve.
I walked a trail by trickling stream,
You far behind, my ev’ry need
Wrapped ’round your silence, eyes ablaze.

I yearned to yield, to turn my foot
To meet yours and to plant your smile
Upon my forehead, you the root
Of secret garden of soul; mile
Behind now, mind within a maze,

A love too true, too true, too true,
Its fire kindled, stroked with care.
Then heated breaths behind, and you
Dared with a courage I’d not dare
To battle through the dream’s dark haze

And hold me as no one before.
The kiss sealed our bond and our doom,
Opening up a mystic door
To life of danger, two-edged room
Of passion’s pour, like tragic play

Of Shakespeare, soldiers in a war
One cannot win, of need and sin
Which drowns from dawn ’til dusk and more,
We drawn as sword to sheath within
Where dreams reside and yearnings stay.

Eric M. Vogt
Copyright 2014

Until The Mountains’ Mornings Cease

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Eric M. Vogt
Copyright 2014

The chill of morning pricked my skin
And all the passions felt within.
My soles pressed firm to touch the earth,
Expending all my inner worth
To make me feel, for moment, one
With calm of nature, warmth of sun.

My stride was quickened, dew was drawn,
A king made out of lowly pawn
By boot felled swift on tapered trail
That freshened mind from tests and tales
I left behind to face what’s true,
In nature’s dawn made fresh anew.

It’s there I faced, lone and forlorn,
A part of me unknown yet torn.
And somewhere in the rise of sun,
Between a trot and open run,
I found earth’s passion to renew
And turned to heights as brave ones do.

In such reflections men find peace
Until the mountains’ mornings cease.

Eric M. Vogt
Copyright 2014

Inch More

Give me a rugged path to tread,
That timeless trail to which we’re led,
A passion true and blissful bed
With waterfall in sight.

It’s only deep in nature grand,
Within the lay of lovely land,
We see the glints of God’s own hand
And stand inch more in height.

It’s in this simple destiny
In wild of nature that our needs
Can find such peace eternally
Within the mountains’ might.

Eric M. Vogt
Copyright 2014

Song of a Soldier

There is a girl I love as sweet
As dawn longs for the day,
Her flower fair and manner meet,
Courageous for the fray.
But she shall never know my face,
Nor look within my eye,
For I must perish without trace
Like lightning fades from sky.
She stands too precious for a man
Unworthy of her sight,
Unable to embrace her span
And hold her through the night.

Eric M. Vogt
Copyright 2014

Jar

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There is a jar upon a shelf,
And there I keep my Worth.
It is not filled with fame or wealth.
It’s laid there since my birth.
It could not fill a cupboard bare,
By volume is not grand.
Sometimes I ponder it in stare
And hold it in my hand.
It’s just enough to light my lamp
With flame for one more day;
And therein lies its royal stamp,
That imprint where it lays.

Eric M. Vogt
Copyright 2014

Mist

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Copyright 2014

A faint fog lifts, invigorates
My world this morn and saturates
The soil where dormant seeds await
In memories of mind.

It sprouts in me a timid tale,
The scents and smells of summer trail
I tread, the salt of sea and sail,
And songs of better times.

There is a flavor in the mist
Of peppermint and licorice,
A girl I knew and loved and miss,
Youth’s fires that I long.

I delve in it and fly away
To land of bliss and dawn of ray,
To richer rhymes and simpler day
When love could do no wrong.

Eric M. Vogt
Copyright 2014

Forlorn

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Copyright 2013

The silence stays, a prison
That envelops still the heart,
But a sizzled sun has risen
From the density of dark
And hope’s on the horizon
As a lark lifts voice in morn,
Its song calling and enticing
Soul to stretch, it less forlorn.

Eric M. Vogt
Copyright 2014

Song of the Faithful Traveller

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I sit upon the hill of life,
My perfect piece of destiny,
Not pondering my every strife,
Nor wondering what world would be
If it were changed or altered such
To meet all of my inner needs.
It is enough to hold enough,
To see wide earth, to love, to breathe
Just one more breath; to snatch swift sight
Before life’s buried beneath mounds,
To know I’ve made one stand for right
And, faithful, my appointed rounds
Before the future fades to night…
And that I held, just once, this sight.

 

Eric M. Vogt
Copyright 2014

Stained

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Eric M. Vogt
Copyright 2014

I lay beneath the sheet
That’s stained with ray of white
To contemplate my life
Where winter gently weeps,
A yearning for the deep
And water’s full-immerse
To drown out all the worst
Of promises we keep,

Denied both sacred sleep
And height from which to leap.

Eric M. Vogt
Copyright 2014

In Springtime We Fly

In Springtime we fly
and never can die,
far ahead
of Winter’s
decline

When earth rich renews
and all that we rue
floods swift down
the sure stream
of time,

We kings of our fate,
not bound to a date,
with sails full
in tilt t’ward
the sea.

If Spring could be laid
beside ev’ry grave,
I am sure
death would cease
to be.

Eric M. Vogt
Copyright 2014

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Eric M. Vogt
Copyright 2014

We One

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A welling deep as flowing stream
Is swelling, ripe within a dream,
And grows much more than it may seem
‘Neath layers of my heart.

The thought of you enflames my flesh
And takes me higher, to my best,
Our souls entwined and fast-enmeshed,
We one, although apart.

Eric M. Vogt
Copyright 2014

Clearest Waters

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Eric M. Vogt
Copyright 2014

The clearest waters flow in Spring
Undaunted by their journey far,
Our sharpest sign that everything
Survives, despite swift churn of wars,
That peace will pool, in end content
With pace in still of pond we’re meant
To rest, arrayed with heaven’s sheen.

Eric M. Vogt
Copyright 2014

I Love You

I love you with a love that lasts,
A gentle wrestling with our pasts
That shows a struggle same as strife
In supple simpleness of life
Less lived yet more lived and more meant
Than miles of tapered time well spent.
Such is my heart, entombed in tears,
A grave not grave, allayed of fears.

Eric M. Vogt
Copyright 2014

Spring’s Song

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Laid in decayed soil,
Deeply plant in toil
Dark and pure and rich,
Hanging by one stitch,
Product of brief love
With love and, as such,
Yearning for her touch.
Sun shall return, I’m told,
Swift, with end of cold,
To blossom in life
Encompassed by death.

Eric M. Vogt
Copyright 2014

By Stars

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There are two things which mark a man,
The way he ponders and he plans.
It is in dreams we are defined,
And in those wounds we bless and bind
In soul and, in time, put to pen,
The way we loved and toiled and then
With loss awoke from youth a man
To sail by stars despite the pain.

Eric M. Vogt
Copyright 2014

NEW BOOK: MOUNTAIN’S MORNING SONG IN PRINT!

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I am very happy to announce that my latest collection of poetry entitled MOUNTAIN’S MORNING SONG is available in paperback at:

 

http://www.amazon.com/Mountains-Morning-Song-Other-Poems/dp/0616005563/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1397084740&sr=8-1&keywords=eric+m+vogt

CONGRATS JACOB COLEBANK!

Eric:

A wonderful group of young men and women who performed very well under pressure. Our next generation of poets…

Originally posted on North Country Writers' Night Out:

Jacob is congratulated by local poet Eric M. Vogt

Jacob is congratulated by local poet Eric M. Vogt


Congratulations to our own North Country Writers’ Night Out member, Jacob Colebank, recipient of First Place in the Poetry Out Loud competition held on February 22, 2014 at Groveton High School Library. Poetry Out Loud is a student recitation contest sponsored by the New Hampshire State Council on the Arts, the National Endowment of the Arts and the New Hampshire Writers’ Project. Jacob was awarded a $20,000 collegiate scholarship and will now compete regionally for more prizes.

Jacob recited THE CITIES INSIDE US and INVICTUS. It was a very close competition, but Jacob’s secret of success can be summed up in one word: Heart. Good luck to Jacob in all of his future writing and collegiate endeavors!

Jacob Colebank and runner-up Victoria Pelletier receive their winners' scholarships.

Jacob Colebank and runner-up Victoria Pelletier receive their winners’ scholarships.

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epitaph

i do not wish an epitaph
nor marker where i sleep,
just pour my ashes from steep cliff
into a sea so deep

my length shall spread to all the earth,
my breadth bring me to dawn,
my depth so crushed, i cast all worth,
brief seconds till i’m gone.

i’ve lived the life i’m destined for,
so there’s no cause to weep,
i but a timid traveler
who took his grandest leap.

From LIFE LIES IN LAYERS
Eric M. Vogt
Copyright 2013

The Maples’ Sway

I cannot note the maples’ sway
In dawn of morn when skies are gray,
When all man has is seized away
And what is left is soul.

I feel the piercing of the pine
In chill of air, that telling sign
When life and dreams and all that’s prime
Shall soon pass on to woe.

A hummingbird hymns its last dance,
The end to warmth and rich romance,
With winter’s wind it goes to prance
In summer’s fading ray.

Perhaps beyond the winter’s shine
Of white, in traverse, there I’ll find
A peaceful place to rest my mind,
If mind and matter may.

Eric M. Vogt
Copyright 2014

What Will YOUR Verse Be?

“We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. To quote from Whitman, “O me! O life!… of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless… of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life?” Answer. That you are here – that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. That the powerful play *goes on* and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be?”

Robin Williams as John Keating
DEAD POETS SOCIETY

Stars As She

Her yesterdays are courage,
As all her tomorrows,
Made sweet by each year’s vintage,
Fermented through sorrows,
And relit by flames of love,
By children of her youth,
Borne by such-like stars above,
As strong as they in proof.

Stars as she in brightness shine
‘Til earth and heaven shall align.

Eric M. Vogt
Copyright 2014