Eric Cockrell


Eric Cockrell Poems

1. Cannot, Or Can I? 6/18/2011
2. The Hand 6/18/2011
3. The Poet Endureth! 6/18/2011
4. One Last Cigarette 6/18/2011
5. Voices 6/18/2011
6. Forty Dollar Bathtub 6/18/2011
7. Beneath The Tree 6/19/2011
8. Melting Pot 6/19/2011
9. Buddha Steps #4 6/19/2011
10. Thinking Man's Blues 6/20/2011
11. Whiskey And Jesus 6/20/2011
12. Dead Silence Of The Heart 6/19/2011
13. Washington 6/19/2011
14. Somewhere 6/21/2011
15. Steps Toward Freedom 6/21/2011
16. The Torch Of Freedom 6/21/2011
17. Dark And Hungry 6/21/2011
18. Immigrant 6/22/2011
19. Touching You Again 6/22/2011
20. Memory 6/22/2011
21. Dance Naked #3 6/22/2011
22. Almost 6/22/2011
23. Dance Naked #2 6/22/2011
24. Dance Naked 6/22/2011
25. Hunger, And Nothing 6/18/2011
26. Free 6/24/2011
27. No One 6/24/2011
28. Listening 6/18/2011
29. Dream In B Minor 6/18/2011
30. The Best Poem 6/19/2011
31. Morning Refuge Prayer 6/19/2011
32. Epitaph 6/20/2011
33. Something More 6/20/2011
34. Howling 6/20/2011
35. Suicide 6/19/2011
36. Who Am I? 6/19/2011
37. Buddha Steps # 3 6/20/2011
38. Children Of Ignorance 6/20/2011
39. Falling Thru The Cracks 6/26/2011
40. Christmas Zen #2 6/26/2011
Best Poem of Eric Cockrell

Civil Disobedience

civil disobedience...
daring acts of courage?
peaceful rebellion.

when, by choice, the freedom
of one is sacrificed for the
freedom of many.

believing that all men, and
women, are indeed equal...
in needs, rights, beliefs, and desire.

believing that no man
ever owns another man....
that dignity is not for sale.

believing that no man, or woman,
is ever free until all are free....
and all share the right to respect,

and the right to be individual,
with the need for community.
obeying the law of liberty

over the ...

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The Poet Endureth!

i stare at my face in the mirror,
and count with the heavy rhythm
of the clock... moment by moment...
every feeling, born and unborn,
every taste, intoxicating, burning the lips...
every smell, faint and overpowering...
every touch... real and imagined...
and who am i? and what have i to give?
i am the sound that you cant define,

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