Dance Of Joy!
take down your hair,
let the rain soften your eyes.
sway with the trees,
listen! the grasses whisper.
the fire is lit,
the heart divides the sea...
the hand on your breast,
speaks, whispers, and cries!
tis not the wind,
but your lover has come!
the dance of joy has begun.
poem by Eric Cockrell
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We Must Work!
the integrity of a society
is based in its working class.
for the society to survive,
and to thrive,
the working class must be allowed
to work...
and must be willing to do so!
we are builders, makers, shapers...
but we are not slaves, pawns,
or profit margin...
we must work!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Widens!
for every person,
...every citizen,
you detain, arrest, beat,
and pepper spray for
raising a voice of dissent....
the
...crack
.....in the
......liberty
........bell
..........wi dens!
soon, too soon,
...the sound of freedom forgotten
.....in a land that's lost its way!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Bailing Water
you measure the level
of success of a man's life
not by how many people
show up at his funeral;
but by how many people
show up to help him to
bail water out of a sinking boat...
usually in direct correlation
to how many boats and how
many people he's helped
bail in the past!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Bhakti Path (Surrender)
the Lover...
has built a fire.
what will you feed
to the flame?
your possessions,
your titles, your masks,
not needed...
not worthy to be...
your heart, your soul,
your innermost desires,
the very breath you breathe...
stand naked, and surrender...
your self to the flame!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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I Saw God
i saw god this morning...
and brushed her long grey hair,
as she sat in her favorite chair,
watching the sunrise through
an open window....
the stray cat lay in her lap,
perfectly still,
while birds with hidden faces
sang songs to the stillness...
and time itself began again!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Where No One Works!
hauling scrap metal,
junk...
old washers, dryers,
old beat up cars,
rusted down high octane
roads going nowhere.....
metallic flowers,
dying and dead,
never to bloom again...
hauling junk...
trading metal for milk,
bread, and potatoes...
in the land where no one works!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Daddy, Come Home!
a young woman holding
two babies stands by
a soldier's grave...
while the would be politicians
keep pimping for the vote,
and Wall Street keeps on
doing business as usual.
with her foot she brushes
the leaves from the marker...
and the oldest child whispers,
daddy, come home!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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What Do We Really Need?
i saw a small boy...
sitting in the dirt,
underneath an old tree,
playing with sticks.
he was making them
talk to each other,
as if they were human...
perfectly content,
with a lot of imagination,
with very few needs.
and it made me stop and think...
what do we really need?
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Issues, And Thoughts (Final)
it's not important to me
whether you're Christian,
Jewish, Buddhist, Muslim,
Hindu, atheist, or whatever...
what you say about what you
believe has little meaning to me...
what you show me through your
actions reveals what you are, and
how committed you are to what
you believe!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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