Determined To Live!
is my skin too light, too dark?
my hair too long, too short?
am i too poor, too radical, too passionate?
do i live too hard, love too hard?
do my thoughts and feelings scare you?
too raw, too honest, too prone to make mistakes?
guess what! i'm just a man!
a human being, just like you!
sometimes a train wreck, always a believer,
always ready to get up and try again!
no apologies, no regrets, determined to live!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Forty Days And Forty Nights
and it rained...
for forty days and forty nights,
till all was lost
except the memory of you.
even the world anew,
born with an ache,
and an absence of heart,
that dawn could not heal.
among the ruins and the rubble,
a solitary flower bloomed.
while the dogs of desire sniffed,
never picking up a scent!
even the walls of the cave,
mumbled prayers in a whisper...
and god wept,
while ants marched to destruction!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Gone Fishing
gone fishing...
Wall Street keeps grinding,
bombs keep falling overseas.
the homeless still cry out,
the hungry stare...
and the feeble old man
still needs help...
the air's filled with carbon,
the oceans' filled with oil.
corporate America keeps leeching,
and the rich pay no taxes....
the politicians keep lying,
and the preachers sell eternity.
if it wasnt for all of this...
i'd put up the sign:
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I'm Not That Old Yet!
i'm not that old yet,
dont cast me aside...
like a shovel with a broken handle,
of no use anymore.
i'm not that old yet,
the embers still glow.
with a little tender care,
there's a fire beneath!
i'm not that old yet,
my hands still fit the plow.
my back is still strong,
my eyes still twinkle.
i'm not that old yet,
to be forgotten in a chair.
i still need a woman,
a lover, and a friend!
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Off Of My Feet!
shaking the dust
off of my feet...
marching onwards to Jericho,
a trumpet by my side.
living on manna,
and the almost forgotten dream
of the promised land.
knowing what a man does
is washed away by the rain,
and what a man believes
is lost in the night.
but what a man gives
stands like a mountain,
season after season,
till all becomes still!
shaking the dust
off of my feet....
tipping my hat,
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Stardust
sleeping with Rilke,
wrapped in the rain.
attaining the heights
and depths of smallness...
unfolding, unwrapping,
of such is living;
layer upon layer
we discover ourselves
in everything that breathes,
in clouds, trees bent with rain.
in the hollow of the wind
where all is stillness.....
in the ordinary, the common,
we find stardust in a bird's
abandoned nest, in a nail
on the side of the barn...
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What Respect Is
have we forgotten
what respect is?
did we ever really know?
every human being deserves
the respect of every other human being,
and should respect every other
human being as well!
it has nothing to do with
color, religion, political views,
or financial status!
respect is a God given right,
and responsibility!
respect is about being human.
treat people the way you wish to
be treated... treat people like people!
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At The Window!
at the end of the day,
i dont want anything more
than the respect i've earned,
shared compassionate action,
intellectual, stimulating conversation...
or deep stillness revealed.
a good plate of food (i'll share!) ,
a walk with my dog,
a good book to read,
maybe a stiff drink,
a bed to sleep in,
a woman that wants to sleep with me...
a few lines of poetry written as heard,
and the sound of the wind at the window!
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Come Dance!
lover, come dance!
i have grown weary
of fireflies and spiders.
the bark of the tree tastes like need,
and the howling has a face.
i am mad with desire,
in the tooth of the wind!
the dust on my feet only memory!
the key is gone, but the lock is broken,
the shadows have agreed to leave.
the hawk rises to taste the sky,
rough hands born to caress.
lonliness doesnt even build a good fire,
the waves lap at the shore!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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What Cant Be Sold
if time be chiseled in flesh,
then names but smoke,
leaving bricks to testify.
and destiny perceived,
the debt relieved,
who pays the cost to die?
the hallowed clothed
in rags and dust,
kneel beneath the cross denied.
we pray to ghosts,
while ignorance grows,
walking suicides.
still the rebel wind
breaks windowpanes,
tears roofs from vacant souls.
calling to the few,
who dare be true,
to give what cant be sold!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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