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Anecdotes for Skeptics and Sore Losers

Anecdotes for Skeptics and Sore Losers

When I enlisted in the United States Army, taking the oath, I did it for one purpose: to delay school, which I had come to loathe. Everyone else in my graduating highschool class had a college picked out. Only a few enlisted in the Armed Services. You have to remember what it was like in 1979: the Soviets were the new Nazis who had invaded Afghanistan, Iran held the U.S. Embassy hostages and Vietnam was still a dirty word to many Americans. Continue reading

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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 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

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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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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tomorrows

there are times
when tomorrows
do not thrust
fast enough,
when dreams
come
due at dusk,
when love
burns
high,
when lips
yearn
more,
yes more
than seconds
sift through
heartbeats
halved
in hurried
aches,
when Furies foam
as sweetest
cakes
we cannot
taste…
and then we
wake.

Eric M. Vogt
Copyright 2014

I Long

I long for love
As I yearn for you,
A brief sunset,
A fond adieu,
A clear promise
Of life anew,
A pierce of pain
Of voice that’s true,
As wrong we right
And wage that’s due,
The rift on height
Of peak of few,
A loft that’s felt
When knelt ‘pon pew…
Such men accrue.
Such men accrue.

Eric M. Vogt
Copyright 2014

justice

we have lost our sense of justice,
buried deep within, among us;
we’re a nation of word riddles
that have pierced us through our middles.
in the end, we seek relief as
true beauty takes briefest, steep pause.
it leaves courage in the gallows
where we should leave all things hallowed.
will we be tried in the tempest
and be honed to what man strives best
when the spirit yearns for freedom
with an earnest inch t’ward eden?

Eric M. Vogt
Copyright 2014