Drunk On Grieving
we get so drunk
in our own personal grieving:
lost loves, lost family members,
lost jobs, lost houses, lost dreams....
we forget thet grieving
is a part of the human condition....
and most important, we
are a part of the human condition!
that which hurts one hurts all.
healing is a joint endeavor!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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I Want The....
i want the part of you
that smells like want...
for else how can your spirit speak?
the body that holds your trembles,
is also my soul's last temple!
the hands that clutch at my need
with panting,
also unlock secret drawers in my heart...
the curve of your breast howling,
tears down veil after veil!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Prejudice!
prejudice...
applied ignorance,
often worn under the mask
of religious fanaticism...
spurred on by fear,
often disguised as patriotism...
the sickness, the disease,
that elevates the self
to a higher plane....
the blindness that refuses
to see the likeness in the mirror...
prejudice....
no excuse!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Who's Guilty?
they busted a young man,
for stealing a couple packs
of meat at the grocery store,
and running...
but they stole his chances...
for a job, for an education,
for today, and for tomorrow!
now his wife and baby sit alone
in a bare apartment with no electricity...
they stole their hope!
who's guilty?
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Education!
education, education, education!
every child, regardless of race,
gender, religion, or living status....
deserves the same chance
for a good education!
quit laying off teachers!
lay off corrupt brokers!
lay off ineffective politicians!
give the children a chance!
it will cost us more if we dont!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Equal Rights,2011
equal rights to live,
equal rights to love.
equal rights to believe,
to speak out, to stand up
and be counted.
equal rights to work,
equal rights to study.
equal rights to build.
equal rights to profess faith,
equal rights to pray.
equal rights to give...
equal rights to live,
equal rights to love!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Potent Men
we walk the fertile ground,
with eyes undressed by longing.
senses raw and yielding,
hungry for the night,
and the last promise of light
just before the dawn....
with naked hearts pounding strong
as waves against the shore....
running on belief, an ounce of wonder,
and the scent of a woman's touch!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Freedom's Talons
rage wrecked revolutionaries,
burning, self-combust, immoliate...
cant seem to break the damned glass.
the bowl wont fit through the bars!
the groaning child's fingers,
open and close, open and close...
the dry stink whimper and shudder,
the child dies of hunger...
freedom's talons tear at the flesh!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Why Is It?
why is it...
patriots dont smell like freedom?
Christians dont act like Christ?
lovers dont give like love?
and dead people need you to weep?
a free country doesnt allow freedom?
poverty doesnt justify?
great men forget about small men?
and you've forgotten my name?
why is it?
and why do i care?
poem by Eric Cockrell
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A Sparrow's Thoughts.... (Number Three)
the man at peace with himself
accepts the other person as they are...
without trying to change them,
without trying to make them conform,
without trying to make them a clone
of narrow perceptions....
walk with respect,
live from respect,
act out of respect...
dare to be silent,
to listen, and to learn!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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