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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Song of a Free Soul written in 2002 by Greg Powell

Song of a Free Soul

(For Joetta Powell & all cancer overcomers) I live! I am alive! I am life! Yes! I journey through days and precious moments, I keep on climbing higher and higher My pain cannot diminish my promise. I live, And am blessed, so in my journey, I rise to bless. Tears flow, then cease to trouble me. My clear eyes see […]

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Greg Powell pens The Descent a poem of love

The Descent

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 […]

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The Night Clouds Ate the Moon by Greg Powell

The Night Clouds Ate the Moon

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 […]

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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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Apology and the quest for learning by Greg Powell for Being Hueman

Apology and the Quest for Learning

Apology and the Quest for Learning as your daddy who dies painfully and resurrects every night with love for you/ momma and me, I’m sorry I say to the midnight while you sleep. alone in parenthood angst. you annoyed the fuck out of me while I was doing God’s work, I tell myself without conviction. my ego bamboozled run amuck […]

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