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Hueman Poetry

Poems, ballads, lyrics, and commentary that speak to value of all
God's Creation, the beauty of diversity & inclusion, and the
possibilities of embracing love, compassion and justice
as a way of life and community.
This is being hueman.

by Greg Powell

Reflections on America: Waiting for the George Floyd Verdict by Greg Powell

Waiting for the George Floyd Verdict

(Reflections on America)

The defense has rested after the
dance. Impressive, this very familiar
American dance around, and
every now and then toward
imperatives of justice.
The defense and their
defenders demand we
suspend the evidence of
things plainly seen. Or,
perhaps we see through
the lens of those...

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Poem for Breonna Taylor Say Her Name by Greg Powell

Breonna

(Imaginary Journey into a Queen's Grave)

Cooling at home
In the love zone
She on the phone
I’m flexed to bone
We in the vibe
Hearts open wide
Peace flows inside
We love to hide
Here in the bubble
Far from the troubles
Our love is subtle
She come we cuddle

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Greg Powell writes poetry - Daddy's Voice

Daddy's Voice

Memories dim and refracted
In days gone and presently lived
Of Daddy’s voice, barely remembered.
But presence magnified/ residue like
Star dust everywhere
And in everything I am.
He taught me a man can love
With beauty beyond gender
Nourish a garden he didn’t
Even know how to plant. How
Did you do it, I asked him, that
Last day together sharing breath
And hearts beating like sad Djembes:

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Gethsemane Preacher by Greg Powell for Being Hueman

Gethsemane Preacher

preacher strains,
sweat dripping like
Jesus’ garden blood.
somebody help him
with a shout
praise or life lifted
out hell. preacher no
pimp. he love the folk,
all their sadness
gladness badness
madness, his cross
to bear in midnight
hour when he prays,
sweats out blood,
face embedded
in carpet and clasping
hands, for their souls
and his own.

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Broken Legacy

Do the bruised brass wailing
exclamation scar of history/
suffocating in shadows of projects
spread like southern crosses
burning/ fall futilely
on depressed ears
of spiritually deaf/ Do
harsh sharp horn shouting preachments

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