One Love suggestion by Greg Powell

Give It A Try

Just give it a try Won’t you give it a try World closing in with constrictions Seem like no better days ahead Make you give up your convictions And bury your soul for dead But I got a better suggestion For a world pressed down in depression One Love the way to progression Open our hearts to Jah soul impression […]

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Greg Powell pens a poem about his family farm

Break the Soil

Break the soil Plant the crop New life begins When seed drop Sun beams down Caress the ground Soon rain come Roots abound This how we live Love seed we give Fruit we bear When we forgive And grow in earth Divine rebirth In common Spirit We all have worth Let’s break the soil Plant the crop Hueman uprising From […]

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Gethsemane Preacher on a Saturday Night by Greg Powell

Gethsemane Preacher on a Saturday Night

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. begs […]

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Daddy's Voice by Greg Powell - poetry for Being Hueman

Daddy’s Voice

(For Dad’s 87th Birthday) 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 […]

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New Widow's Song of Faith - Hueman Poetry by Greg Powell

New Widow’s Song of Faith

The bed, white sheet over my head Is not your casket, but it’s cold now. canvas of precious memories Soaking into my skin. I live within Them now, without you, gone baby gone To wherever sad place heaven is, For you must be grieving me too. Here, these tears, and offering to God Of heaven and the hell of lonely […]

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Ballad for Dreadhead Cowboy

Blues for Dreadhead Cowboy

Dreadhead Cowboy on brown and white horse, Fueled by sadness and compassionate remorse, So many children, once lovely, now dead Many weep mutely; he rebelled instead. His rebellion was born in a system unjust When his car was pulled over in a police bust Wrongfully charged with possession of gun Held in jail banished from the sun He was innocent/ […]

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Greg Powell writes a tribute to Breonna Taylor

Breonna – Imaginary Journey into a Queen’s Grave

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 We sip the wine My girl so fine Her […]

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Honoring the Memory of John Lewis - Neowise Comet Crosses Bridge

Neowise Comet Crosses Bridge

(painting by Catherine A. Moore) We chased the comet, Descending like a teardrop It’s journey slashing polluted Onyx sky. And then the news John Lewis gone now John Lewis gone now. His Trail blaze righteously cutting Redemption way, dim, descending To rest with heroes under The earth, where they nurture Us in the night. The comet speaks And i see […]

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Beautiful Bird by Greg Powell for Jonathan

Beautiful Bird

(for my son, Jonathan, on his 15th birthday) pretty bird pecks orange beak on window. he’s made home in habitat, freedom of outside bushes. but he pecks against glass, collides with window over and over trying to break in. you open the window, invite bird to peck through screen/ break into little room. fear drives little bird away only to […]

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Kemet of Ancient Egypt by Greg Powell

Kemet

clouds float in flames as sun drops. rays beam through west window holding my face. caress skin blackened by healing Ra heat of home. i have made pilgrimage to holy lands, where spirits whispered and whispers in sun rays and smooth breeze slipping in open space. goddess speaks wisdom of earth and sky. commandments sung in tongues of communal drums. […]

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