Journey to the End of Our World

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Deborah Powell, his wife, is the inspiration for Journey to the End of Our World

opaque clouds rush over expanse of heated sky above raised face giving thanks for you, my love, our love like sun shining by faith and not by sight. we hurdle together toward end of the world our love revealing beauty and peace be still under boiling sky. The end is nigh, ground whispers to me from deep beneath concrete under […]

The Call

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The Call, poetry by Greg Powell

on the block, i was big greg, not that I was so big but little greg was so little. there was Poochie and Ken and Oscar who were sad when we moved from apartment reign of roaches after the fire. there was Archie who had a cool walk the world called a limp. earl who we called Peanut Head. our […]

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 […]

Mother’s Day in Summer’s Snow

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Mother's Day poem by Greg Powell dedicated to Joetta Powell

Mother’s Day in Summer’s Snow As those last memories Of those emaciated words Your life’s summation sowed As umbilical legacy into mine Your first born: I’ll be alright After a while. And you knew this By faith and not by sight That like dandelion sprinkling Seed as white as the cotton You picked as a little girl Sickly in the […]

Jon’s Song

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Greg Powell talks to about his son, Jonathan

Jon’s Song I’ve stared death in the face before; Yeah, I ain’t afraid to die, but when I get lowered in the ground, will you care enough to cry; Yeah, that’s a long time from now, but just cherish that I’m alive; when my parents are gone on, I’ll have tears all in my eyes. Old memories of my PaPa […]

Duet #13: Deeper

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Kisses go Deeper in Duet #13 by Greg Powell for Being Hueman

Duet #13: Deeper The kisses go deeper and deeper and deeper The bliss’s go deeper and deeper and deeper I love you in a deeper place than superficial flesh I love the way our soul flow keeps the life journey fresh Sweet fusion and communion cause explosions to the touch The years and path we’ve traveled keep the loving nights […]

Lyric for My Sons

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Poem by Greg Powell - 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 […]

Spiritual for Mama

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Poem by Greg Powell - Spiritual - for Mama

Spiritual for Mama keep your hand on the plow keep your hand on the plow don’t you bend nor ever bow though sack-loads of troubles beat on your brow and busy devils connive to cut you down set your feet in Jah solid ground don’t you ever bend nor bow keep your hand on the plow  keep your feet […]