Tales of the Funky Drummer

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Greg Powell writes Tales of the Funky Drummer

I’m not a master drummer I drum to the Master The master crafter push us through the disaster The beat gets up the asses of slackers Rappers pastors and gang banger blasters Beat the drum because the times is drastic My lyrics sparkle spastic lean and elastic Beat the drum fears melt like plastic Beat the drum and dance is […]

The Descent

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Greg Powell pens The Descent a poem of love

sometime in the time outside time, Jah Love dipped they hand in black matter, the Creator Artist’s raw creation soul soup and stirred in nebula placenta for life genesis. found a righteous man and woman in a place far from America / Earle Arkansas, sharecroppers’ domain. poured into mind heart soul womb penis in cotton field encounters of black matter […]

The Night Clouds Ate the Moon

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The Night Clouds Ate the Moon by Greg Powell

The Night Clouds Ate the Moon Strange May night chill breeze gray black clouds rush in black above And beyond. Faster than ever before. The earth warming chill night, sky Boiling froth of clouds drawn to Messenger moon speaking sun codes To moaning earth. Is it labor or death? Labor or death… or both birthing Children of dust and storm […]

Jah Meets Jericho

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Jah Meets Jericho is a poem accompanying a sermon by Greg Powell

Jah Meets Jericho The walls gonna come tumbling down The walls gonna come tumbling down The people are moving Devil men are losing Spirits start to bubble As we climb the rubble Jah starts to thunder We stop the plunder Kingdoms torn asunder Love plows hate under The walls gonna come tumbling down The walls gonna come tumbling down Huemanity […]

Are You Ready to Rumble?

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Ready to Rumble, commentary by Greg Powell

I don’t think Democrats can box. They follow the Queensbury rules, have good conventional form and style. But when the boxing intensifies into a fight, and things get down and dirty, the focus is trained more towards appealing to norms of boxing than punching their way off the ropes. Like “Iron Mike” said: “Everybody has a plan until they get […]

Rushing Rio Grande

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Rushing Rio Grande by Greg Powell

Dad to diaper- Daughter death Hug drowned in America. The decline From Hell pit to Shit hole. What Was that last hug Like Rushing Rio Grande? Was it The final bye like Terminal expiration In hospital without The pause to grieve. Or was there time: Grinding slowly, tears And river, screams stifled Burbling speech silenced Muted by lungs filling. Like […]

Storm

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Storm a poem by Greg Powell

The storm is coming The storm is here No time for trifling No time for fear The mystic revelation The mystic demonstration Is love Love live love The imps are winning The imps are bold Never satisfied With what they stole The mystic revelation The mystic demonstration Is love Love life love What you reap You got to sow The […]

Love Notes for Twenty Two Years

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Greg Powell Love Notes for Deborah on their 22nd Anniversary

(For Deborah Ann Powell on our 22rd Marriage Anniversary) blessed groove of days as good as music melodies rhythms riffing relentlessly in pressing drive of will to live and love working it out baby gots to keep working it out. fussing cacophony and savored pillow talk and inspirations flavors the flow of you and I, 22 years into the groove […]

Fatherhood

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Greg Powell reflects on Fatherhood on Father's Day 2019

beneath clouds like gray floating sky foam, my seed the tree stretches and argues in tantrum against strangely chill summer breeze. it is a different feel from our little vegetable garden in back planted in raised wood box fortress against ravaging squirrels. leafy herbs and greens sprout and yield salad for season and then buried in ice and snow. the […]