Communicating
i have been to the edge
of nevermore....
have seen falling stars, rainbows,
and majestic mountains....
have ran with the wolves,
watched elephants proudly
march.... and turtles stroll....
seen whales come up for air....
but i've never seen anything
like the beauty of two
human beings communicating!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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It's Time (We Changed)
we spend enough money
in this country on our drug addictions,
to feed the world.
think about it!
we spend enough money on war,
to house the homeless.
what are we thinking?
we spend all of our lives
working for something
that does not last...
that is not real.
dont you think
it's time we changed?
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Old Dog, For Jackson
old dog, old dog,
we've walked too far
on this journey
for either of us
to go home alone...
you know my secrets,
and i know yours...
and we've both pissed
on the boundaries
of lives well lived.
strong and faithful,
now old and blind...
through the darkness
past the light...
to beginning and end!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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One Of Them!
student protesters
close down Wall Street....
peaceful waves lapping
at the shore....
but the storm is coming;
students give way to workers,
workers without food,
without housing or medical care,
workers without hope....
angry workers,
and they damn sure
ought to be...
i know, i'm one of them!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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The Giver
the burnt fringe of the cloth
that covers his face;
a lion roars in the dark,
the child kneels and prays.
he laid stone upon stone
till it touched the sky;
the history of a man
who lived but to die!
when all becomes nothing,
nothing left behind;
but the gift of the giver,
and a satisfied mind.
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Wants To Pray
the part of us
that wants to pray
in the heated hour
of our darkest night...
is our heart calling
out to our soul!
if our ego be the disease,
then it is in our naked self
that we find the cure!
we cry out to a god,
so close, hidden in plain sight!
beneath our sweat,
and within our very breath!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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From Summer To Autumn...
in doubt i found the faith,
that leaves know when they turn and fall...
however, i am amazed at their silence,
and the courage that turns their pain to winter.
how many winters oh my soul?
and be there a spring for each one?
and how do i pen this silence,
that just changed me from summer to autumn?
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Glee
watching my old blind dog
roll in the grass,
biting his tail.... with glee!
he's got it!
that's what we forget.
that's what we've lost...
no matter how old,
or what your health is,
or what's going on around you...
that sense of total abandon,
rolling in the grass
biting our tails...
with glee!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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This Old Guitar (for Juan)
break a string...
you string, and re-tune.
play when you want,
play all night.
the older the better,
the sweeter the sound...
even the wind
pauses to listen!
lifetimes and loves,
heartaches and passion.
the very breath of God.
then with loving care,
back in the case.
sleeping together in silence!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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When Your Money (Is Worthless)
what are you going to do,
when your money is worthless?
when it wont buy anything?
not a loaf of bread,
not a jug of water...
not even a gallon of gas!
when you're left alone
in the dark, with no one
to count on by yourself,
with no friends,
no instant gratification...
what are you going to do?
poem by Eric Cockrell
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