Strangely Beautiful This Day poem by Greg Powell

Strangely Beautiful This Day

Strangely beautiful this day As smoker smoke marinades me And roast fragrances blanket yards Of neighbors hunkered down, invisible, Hiding from microbe angel of distress. Spring snow fell through the night, White cottony residue receding into Brown speckled lawn. Melting Away. Reminds me nature works Just like this. Microbial regimes, Nations, dinosaurs and mammoths , Melting away. Leaving only pottery […]

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Viral Saboteur a poem by Greg Powell

Viral Saboteur

Can’t go in parlor they bring pizza to the car Can’t go to the gym can’t drink at the bar cancelled Sun Ra show and the health seminar The new prophylactic is the screen webinar We all the victims of the viral saboteur No space for hater racists And lost folk in hater stasis Now we in pandemic scenario Death […]

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Greg Powell hosts the Culture Cafe and reads a poem

Prelude to a Revolutionary Kiss

(Read for the Culture Cafe of New Faith Baptist Church, Int’l) Closing the distance bridging humanity Break through vanity that seeds insanity I bring the inner me blessed of the trinity Word beat love sparks creativity Closing the distance to root soul civility Trying to be hueman and evolve the new man Lyricist of common sense the essence no pretense […]

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Greg Powell's Psalm of Uplift a poem dedicated to women

Psalm of Uplift

Lift handbag of regretful weight From sturdy shoulders Beloved, Shuddering in dance of tears Beneath strength profile. You got Enough weight to negotiate, Enough faith in your feet to press Against headwinds and jagged road, Migration through daily wilderness To your dreams. Ease into now Where peace and power reside. Within you is the fruit bearing seed Of your regrets. […]

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Fists Bullets and Blood, a poem of uplift to my brothers by Greg Powell

Fists, Bullets and Blood

Brother, I know rage like lava In dormant volcano pressed down By four centuries of stone stresses To explosions only we can feel, and Women we love and children we seed And community we embody, scarred by misdirected fists and bullets and blood. I say to you dying is a waste of life Rage inchoate is a waste of love […]

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A Meditation on Being Hueman for Kobe by Greg Powell

Meditation on Being Hueman (for Kobe)

(for Kobe) The truth is we all walk through the valley of the shadow of death. And we all have opportunities to experience mountaintops. We have more in common than what we allow to separate us. The hoarders of wealth and power make great effort to distract and scare us away from this simple reality. We want to live in […]

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Fragments of a Dream

For Martin Luther King, Jr. Jagged edges. Broken echoes. dream shards of holy war assault senses in fitful sleep. Chaotic visions run arpeggios down passage streams of days. I remember Martin, strident prophesying song weathered dim and distant in nebulous rust of years. Dream fragments resuscitate voices/ broken echoes from mausoleums of long time gone. they rise, singing songs of […]

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New Year's Psalm of Hope- Poetry by Greg Powell

New Year’s Psalm of Hope

another journey of green and deep blue Mother around sun. everything is a journey. through black spaces black matter black veins of universe womb. and tomb. and womb again. I pray she forgives our sins and refuses to die to us. but does forgiveness come without repentance. i hate my suv drinking dinosaur residue/ shitting death to the air we […]

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When I Die is a poem written by Greg Powell

When I Die

When I die It’s going to be a sky like this. Climate change warm December with subtle chill pain and soothing narcotic breeze. An open sky, grey waves upside down. Soft cloud shroud spread over closed eyes lifted in prayer.   If you enjoyed this poem, you may also enjoy Midnight Calling.

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Hymn to an Elf Tree is a poem Greg Powell dedicates to his wife

Hymn to an Elf Tree

my Queen speaks love through arts and crafts, making pretty things/ making all things pretty. like the tree that greets me entering family room, son bouncing dropping dunks into nerf hoop. we hug and he asserts that the tree is extra. Corny, he says ’cause he is not a veteran of life/ not weathered soft enough to fully feel mommas […]

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