Meditation on the Raven Lounge

Meditation on the Raven Lounge

Meditation on the Raven Lounge I paid my dues to have the Blues soul been abused by evening news seven more dead from hail of lead been a desert storm since before I born can’t get no peace the noise increase rages in head pressure in red Black tax stress survival contest Got Blues to bless Got groove caress Straight […]

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The Irony of Gil Scott Heron

Irony of Gil Scott Heron by Greg Powell

My sister work three slave jobs While moguls play in space Her children’s futures getting robbed While moguls play in space Folk go hungry in America While moguls play in space Gun toting hysteria While moguls play in space Seniors can’t afford they meds Struggling/ can’t get ahead Feasting on the filth they fed Full of hate and toxic dread […]

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Nation Falls Under Own Weight

Nation Falls Under Own Weight

Keeping my peace in civil war Nation quakes/ the heathen roar Gun locked for devils at my door Streets bound to soak blood and gore Shits mad enough to shake my core But my soul got wings I got to soar Head to sun is how I restore Then back to war on killing floor I don’t die I multiply […]

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Give It A Try

One Love suggestion by Greg Powell

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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Break the Soil

Greg Powell pens a poem about his family farm

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

Gethsemane Preacher on a Saturday Night by Greg Powell

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

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

(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

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

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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Blues for Dreadhead Cowboy

Ballad 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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Breonna – Imaginary Journey into a Queen’s Grave

Greg Powell writes a tribute to Breonna Taylor

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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