Eric Cockrell Poems

when you can look
in the mirror,
and see your self naked
without running like hell...
...

brick upon brick,
every action a wave,
every thought, every desire,
...

another tree cut down,
another tanker filled with oil.
another book gets banned,
another protest on American soil.
...

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how many children
are hungry this morning?
how many children
...

a child, a child, a child is born
to a mother who lies near death;
no food, no home, no place to go,
smell the stink of fear on her breath.
...

there's a dead man
in a box down at the
funeral home... nobody
came to see...
...

1. they're not like us!
2 if they didnt want to be poor,
....they wouldnt be!
3. God wants us to be successful.
...

i hear the sounds of young lovers,
moaning, groaning, and whimpering.
the rush of wind,
that startles the curtains.
...

a man cannot, and should not,
be judged by what he owns or
possesses. the only true judge-
ment comes in what he does with
...

i am, become...
i am forgiveness,
wanted, prayed for, needed,
in heart and action...
...