Psalm of Uplift

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

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. […]

Fists, Bullets and Blood

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

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 […]

Fragments of a Dream

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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 […]

Communion on Broken Rocks

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Poem-Communion on Broken Rocks by Greg Powell

depression had me bound. I didn’t know what to do/ yearned for nothing. walked the lakefront, edge of jagged rocks and risen waters enraged by winds manifest from cloudless sky. contemplating swim to the other side or to nothing at all. in my head, a scream to God carried away by winds and waves before reaching His ears. will chilled […]

Tales of the Funky Drummer

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Greg Powell writes Tales of the Funky Drummer

I’m not a master drummer I drum to the Master The master crafter push us through the disaster The beat gets up the asses of slackers Rappers pastors and gang banger blasters Beat the drum because the times is drastic My lyrics sparkle spastic lean and elastic Beat the drum fears melt like plastic Beat the drum and dance is […]

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 […]

Love Notes for Twenty Two Years

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Greg Powell Love Notes for Deborah on their 22nd Anniversary

(For Deborah Ann Powell on our 22rd Marriage Anniversary) blessed groove of days as good as music melodies rhythms riffing relentlessly in pressing drive of will to live and love working it out baby gots to keep working it out. fussing cacophony and savored pillow talk and inspirations flavors the flow of you and I, 22 years into the groove […]

Momma’s Redemption Song

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Greg Powell reprises one of his most cherished encouragements

Son, raise up your head Child raise up our head Though this old world Full of killing and dread Remember child what Jesus said Don’t gain the world and lose your soul Pray and press so hope takes hold Son raise up Your head Son don’t let nothing turn you around Child don’t let nobody turn you around Though wicked […]

Daddy Sings of Mother

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For Deborah on Mother's Day by Greg Powell

I walked the overnight crying baby shifts Changed diapers wipes baby shit and vomit Off ruined shirts never to be worn again Carried the babies, little heads bouncing off chest In journeys through city adventures Stuck bottles of pumped breast milk in puckering lips So often that Jon at thirteen says mom I mean dad And even the college boy […]

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 […]