BeeKeeper
walking like water
through the swarming roar,
hands moving like waves,
hypnotic in the face of danger!
taking the goodness,
with thankful eyes seeing;
from that which stings and clings....
presenting to the world as a gift.
walking like water....
...seeking the shore!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Snail Crossing.... (Part Eight)
how many unwanted,
hungry, no family,
nowhere to live,
no hope children
does it take?
how many strung out,
hanging out,
wont work,
dont care,
no direction,
give them to your parents,
let DSS take them,
cant feed them,
parents?
do we remember
what family means?
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Age Questions
age questions...
the validity of both journey,
and sacrifice...
but the shadow i've cast
wouldnt even fill a thimble!
my ego rears up in outrage,
swearing at least the thimble
would bear my name....
while my soul walks off laughing in disgust,
at the absurdity of identity!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Foreclosure Packing
Vietnam era workers,
three bedroom brick,
and a basement...
laid off, sold off,
401k gone....
Buick in the drive,
repossessed!
foreclosure packing,
Kent State and Nixon,
Reagon's America....
financial moral collapse.
the smell of napalm lingers
in houses left empty!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Homeless Spirits At Home
the stray cat that came
out of nowhere, from the field,
to jump in my lap as i
rocked on the porch.....
just lay there and purred,
while we drank in the breeze....
and the afternoon sunlight.
perhaps a messenger,
too much like me...
homeless spirits at home
in the world!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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At Best
a poet, at best,
is merely the bridge
between the small child
inside each of us,
and the Mother's breast!
the simple striking
of the common match,
that lights the fire,
the broom that sweeps,
yet has no name or need...
the words of the prayer
we pray with every breath!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Dream Of A Laughing God!
conceptions...
all too often wrapped
in packages of 'me'!
yes, i was there
when the universe
was created!
yet i was only dust,
released from creation's
hand... only darkness,
cut into logs
and burned for light!
only the echo of the sound,
the dream of
a laughing God!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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How Many Children? (Holiness)
how many children
are hungry this morning?
how many children
without a home?
how many children
with only one parent?
how many children
.....with none?
how many children
faced with no future?
how many children
thrown to the side?
how many children....
and how many know?
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Murder And Blindness!
we have lived too long,
too well by murder and blindness!
what else can you call it?
when the hand chops off the foot,
and paints the face of an enemy...
when the fingers
allow the toes to starve...
and trees and mountains
stand in line weeping,
waiting to view the casket!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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The Evening Fire
what i value most
is the time given...
the touch, the pain,
the edge of the wheel.
the color of the wind,
the name of the rain.
the groan of mountains,
the call of the winding river.
the hands, the eyes,
the words beneath words.
the work, the sweat,
and the evening fire!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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