Birth

My grandfather saw birth of flight,
My father atom bomb,
His son god Saturn in all might
Land men upon the moon,
My boy to see all that I’ve known
As dust strewn over time,
The lack of love sown and resown
Man’s loftiest of crimes.

Eric M. Vogt
Copyright 2014

Act of Love

You stripped me in the name of God
And left me without life,
A swift rebuke with lift of nod
That slit me as a knife,
To rob a man of all his dreams
And claim it act of love,
To muffle me with scarce a scream
For heaven high above.
I shall be judged for all I’ve done
And times that I was mean,
Yet it moved you that more to sin
As if God’s never been.

Eric M. Vogt
Copyright 2014

9. True Confessions Tuesday: “Flashes and Glimmers-Part 2″

Anecdotes for Skeptics and Sore Losers

Anecdotes for Skeptics and Sore Losers

It was several months later and I was an acting sergeant and squad leader of a shift of M.P.s at the United States Army Intelligence School, Fort Devens, Massachusetts. It was 1982. I only had a few months to go before I was to be honorably discharged. I was on patrol. I stopped the M.P. van near the pedestrian gate of the same training outpost where I had met Bambi the year before. I unlocked the gate and locked it behind me. I would check the security of the area and of any classified documents inside of the intel training buildings. There was hardly any lighting at all at this training outpost. It was pitch dark. I held a long steel flashlight in my left hand. Its butt was slung up on top of my left shoulder blade. If I had any unwanted visitors I could chop this heavy light down on their noggins and draw my weapon. I panned the flashlight around the area and stopped at the entry gate to the first building. It was wide open. The chain was hanging. An intelligence area unsecured? It was a big, big, big breach of security. Continue reading

Higher

I do not know quite how to love
Myself for all that’s best,
Just how to put what’s held above
The dark resolve of test,
To be click higher than my aim
And rise in height o’er all
With courage to live life sustained
By dreams which stand more tall.

Eric M. Vogt
Copyright 2014

Bounds

Poe and Lewis knew their bounds,
Reached for stars, they lost, then found,
Lifted high, then thrown to ground,
Sailed, adrift in quicksand,

Trying best to stay aloft,
Toyed with, fleeced, now hard, now soft,
Loved and hated, not enough,
We less to ev’ry man,

Stigma slanted ‘way from world,
In the womb to stay encurled,
Battle flag encased, unfurled,
In search for unknown land.

Eric M. Vogt
Copyright 2014

8. True Confessions Tuesday: “Flashes and Glimmers-Part 1″

Anecdotes for Skeptics and Sore Losers

Anecdotes for Skeptics and Sore Losers

This is a chronicle of flashes and glimmers, snippets and shimmers. There is no chronological order, no order of importance and, in fact, little sense to it at all. I think it is appropriate, for the world has become much the same thing in our day. It is all upside down. World Powers have fallen and one Superpower remains, at odds with several shifting loose coalitions of nations with little in common, yet with common interests and goals, the foremost of which is the destruction in one way or another of the one remaining Superpower.

But when I was an eighteen year old in the United States Army, all was in black and white: the Berlin Wall still stood, Churchill’s Iron Curtain was a reality and the Soviet Union was still the post-World War II equivalent of Nazi Germany. Continue reading

7. True Confessions Tuesday: “In Her Majesty’s Dubious Service–Part 2″

Anecdotes for Skeptics and Sore Losers

It was the height of the Cold War and I was a twenty year old aching to risk my life in defense of the Queen’s country, Great Britain. George Orwell was one of my favorite writers. He had even fought on the side of socialists. But he had also written Animal Farm and 1984. Yes, even Orwell had warned of the Soviet threat. And that is why I had joined the United States Army about two years before. Continue reading

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

YOU SHALL RISE

Like all that’s beauty, you shall rise,
As sunbeam’s ray upon the skies
Which ends all dark and starts the day
And holds the sorrows fast at bay
As life ascends to what is true,
For fate shall fare you all you’re due.

Eric M. Vogt
Copyright 2014

Judge

Do not judge this house by wear,
Absence of a comfort’s care,
Distance of its shattered stare,
All crushed within or out.

It has stood the tests of time,
Rose as ripple of a rhyme,
Rent of raiment in its prime,
And precious is its pout.

Eric M. Vogt
Copyright 2014

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Here

We are here,
in the last
sliver of our lives,
with no one, nothing,
but the yokes
of our memories
and the garlands
of our hopes
and dreams
and needs.
But the moments
fade away.
We have no time
for such things,
for the hesitations
and the insecurities
and the lack of trust.
If we have
but one moment
to hold to,
but one person
to hold to
in the moment,
let our moments
be forevers
and our seconds
be eternities,
for tomorrow
may not come.
We may have
no more tomorrows;
we must not sorrow.
Let love have its moment
and let tomorrow come,
what will,
what may.
Let us smell
the scent of flowers.
Let us lie as one
in gardens of today.
Let us look to stars
ashine in black of night.

Eric M. Vogt
Copyright 2014

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 hope when will 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

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

Forlorn

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Eric M. Vogt
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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Eric M. Vogt, Copyright 2014

 

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

9a. True Confessions Tuesday: “Flashes and Glimmers-Part 3″

Anecdotes for Skeptics and Sore Losers

Anecdotes for Skeptics and Sore Losers

It was not long after Karrie’s breakup that I was walking up the barracks stairs to my floor when I heard a woman whimpering. I came up on my all-male floor to see a fellow M.P. named Nick standing over a pregnant blonde private. I knew that he had been fooling around with her for many months. He was an old roommate of mine. I never liked him when I was living with him. I didn’t like him in the corridor that night. And I didn’t like what he was doing now. She was writhing in agony on her knees as he gripped her wrist, bending it with all his might.

“Get away from her, Nick!” I ordered sternly. Continue reading