Eric Cockrell Poems

riding bareback
in the moonlight
down across the pasture
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you rip the clouds
from the sky itself....
head swaying side to side,
eyes lost in the museum
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she felt the baby move,
unconsciously dropped
her hand to her belly....
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old gnarled bruised hand,
can either close in a fist,
or open and reach out...
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light unto light,
death unto death,
you gave me your passion,
i gave you my breath...
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lover, no saint!
i cherish devils and nymphs;
the undressing of raindrops,
and original sin!
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hardness and softness,
plunge, and hold back;
darkness without asking,
the sun comes without tracks.
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death come knocking,
i celebrate, i dance!
nothing happened without meaning,
nothing happened by chance!
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a poet, a seer...
a run of the mill hand;
my ship comes to rest
in that far away land.
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class warfare?
you've hidden this one
well for years!
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