Eric Cockrell


Eric Cockrell Poems

1. The Hand 6/18/2011
2. Voices 6/18/2011
3. Forty Dollar Bathtub 6/18/2011
4. Beneath The Tree 6/19/2011
5. Melting Pot 6/19/2011
6. Buddha Steps #4 6/19/2011
7. Thinking Man's Blues 6/20/2011
8. Whiskey And Jesus 6/20/2011
9. Dead Silence Of The Heart 6/19/2011
10. Washington 6/19/2011
11. Morning Refuge Prayer 6/19/2011
12. Suicide 6/19/2011
13. Who Am I? 6/19/2011
14. Epitaph 6/20/2011
15. Howling 6/20/2011
16. Children Of Ignorance 6/20/2011
17. Somewhere 6/21/2011
18. Steps Toward Freedom 6/21/2011
19. The Torch Of Freedom 6/21/2011
20. Dark And Hungry 6/21/2011
21. Immigrant 6/22/2011
22. Dance Naked #2 6/22/2011
23. Dance Naked 6/22/2011
24. Hunger, And Nothing 6/18/2011
25. Falling Thru The Cracks 6/26/2011
26. Christmas Zen #2 6/26/2011
27. On The Banks Of The Shore 6/26/2011
28. Undiscovered 6/26/2011
29. The Great Lie 6/26/2011
30. Search For God 6/26/2011
31. Lover, Come! 6/27/2011
32. Memory 6/22/2011
33. Dance Naked #3 6/22/2011
34. Fallen Angel 6/28/2011
35. Nails In The Coffin 6/28/2011
36. The Struggle 6/29/2011
37. Oblivion 6/29/2011
38. Fallen, Empty, And Broken 7/1/2011
39. Fogging Up The Windows 7/1/2011
40. Black Hooves, White Snow 6/29/2011
Best Poem of Eric Cockrell

A Child Is Dying

for every tree you cut down,
a child is dying.
for every barrel of oil that
you drill and spill,
a child is dying.
for every coal mine you
rape the earth with,
a child is dying.
for all the nuclear waste
you cannot dispose of,
a child is dying.

for every country you bomb,
a child is dying.
for every chemical you spray
on your vegetables,
a child is dying.

for every river you dam & drain,
a child is dying.
for every oil field you own,
a child is dying.

for every animal you drive
to the brink of ...

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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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