Eric Cockrell Poems

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your arms,
my personal
fallout shelter....
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poor man talking this morning,
told me his insurance lapsed...
he went up and reinstated....
but they took his tag for 30 days....
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the horror of
...bombs falling,

...bodies running,
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in my dreams...
quite often i am wolf,
running with the pack,
howling in the moonlight!
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freedom is not white,
it is not Christian,
it is neither liberal nor conservative....
not bound by capitalistic values,
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i am too old (and stubborn)
to change direction now!
my feet, though tired and weary,
have walked this path for years.
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old man's poems
written from a distance,
time and experience demand...
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Jesus died for our sins
in Vietnam, Iraq, and Afghanistan....
Judas ran for office,
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old hands unbutton
the blouse of the day.
old hands make coffee,
open the dusty blinds.
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when chapters become books,
and passion becomes love...
written in hours and minutes,
in days and weeks...
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