Give Love to Life, Love Lyrics, poetry written by Greg Powell for Being Hueman

Give Love to Life

Give Love to Life Give love to life. Let it linger In laughter and tears. Let our hands Labor to build joy outward From our bones. We’ll raise nations Of chosen people from peaceful womb. Sow seeds/ exhilarated sprouts of hope Swaying in every breath of God. Let love Compose our hearts song. Love is God’s breath Stretching our chests […]

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Poem by Greg Powell - Lyric for My Sons

Lyric for My Sons

Lyric for My Sons (I write to you, young men, because you are strong, and the word of God lives in you, and you have overcome the evil one. 1 John 2:14) The poetry of your birth cries Revelatory connect of our eyes Caused Grandma Joetta to sigh From Blood River you rise Move my emotions to devotion Birth inspires […]

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twenty one years, anniversary poem by Greg Powell for Being Hueman

Twenty One Years

Twenty One Years (In celebration of the 21st Anniversary of our union) You are rhythm to my days, music read and memorized, notes improvised on breaths of our love, tempo that moves me higher and higher. Heartbeat that compels me to give thanks for the gift. You, exhaling life and love gifts In every breath. in every morning glory, no […]

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Reunion Welcome, a Poem by Greg Powell for Being Hueman

Reunion Welcome

Reunion Welcome (To my family, with love, reflecting on our 2018 Reunion) Blues guitar whining Voices intertwining Roots kin binding Time stream unwinding Memories in the making Together undertaking Soul ties demonstrating Love orchestrating Celebrating graces Of new little faces And those long in the race The weight bends time and space We stay in far places But the distance […]

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Tall As Trees a Poem by Greg Powell for Being Hueman

Tall As Trees

Tall as Trees (against state sponsored abuse of any Hueman’s child) Under soft yellow lights Clothes racks, tags hanging Like strange fruit, towered over Little me. I couldn’t see Over them to find daddy Who was taller than trees. Stay right there he told me But, I wandered, into a strange land A hostile place, clothes rack Monsters Closing in […]

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Stepping Out by Greg Powell, Founder of Being Hueman

Stepping Out

Stepping Out Won’t stop can’t stop rocking it hot until I drop, Navigating brain in wormhole train through cosmic slop, Living water lyrical hieroglyphics good to last drip, Viberanuim in cranium conjure ships for the trip, Rev up prophetic propulsion and let it rip, Sankofa rocket in pocket/ laser holster on hip, Channel Black planet power pulsing through rhymes, I […]

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Survivors Lives Poem by Greg Powell

Survivors

Survivors Young survivors of bullets blood and screams And parents of tender psyches ripped at the seams, Elected puppets placate with diversionary chatter But show Black lives ain’t the only ones don’t matter, You cry you plead you shout you bleed They give thoughts and prayers and nothing you need You rally and carry placards in deep duress; They speak […]

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Freestyle Loving #1 by Greg Powell

Freestyle Loving #1

Freestyle Loving #1 I want to take it slow, stroke your glow, kiss your soul, savor the flow, love you whole. My action gains traction on every attractive fraction My artistic practice gives you drastic satisfaction My comfort zone is your home like a soulful honeycomb Massage your skin tone caress your bones ‘til you moan Make love to your […]

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Dancer Poem - Memorial Baptist Church by Greg Powell

Memorial Baptist Church

Memorial Baptist Church For a Harlem Dancer when word becomes flesh, and voices moan lamentations of the never dead; way out of no way joy make feet bones rattle and take flight in ecstatic tapping in grip of Holy Ghost touch making souls happy eyes roll sweat dances slender legs become wings open to birth revelations for chosen ones to […]

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Dance of the NoName Diva by Greg Powell for Being Hueman

Dance of the NoName Diva

Dance of the NoName Diva (…my 19 year old son, home from college, invites me to concert…December 31, 2017, Lincoln Hall, Chicago) The conspiracy of nodding heads To blunted out sounds percolating Slow burn Afro punk vibe on the low end Making lights dance through smoky club haze Making son and friend dance stiffly And then loose themselves like boiling […]

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