Greg Powell reprises one of his most cherished encouragements

Momma’s Redemption Song

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 […]

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For Deborah on Mother's Day by Greg Powell

Daddy Sings of Mother

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 […]

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

Mother’s Day in Summer’s Snow

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 […]

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Midnight Calling by Greg Powell for the Poetic Experience at Being Hueman

Midnight Calling

i hear in peace of sleeping winds in the dark stillness i hear hymn of the waters stormy waters wood hull creaking underneath snap of whips beat of blood dripping torrent of tears sky crying funereal moans spirits screaming beneath hull and from deep waters and I hear the call from distant east prayer shouts ancestral tongues beacon light touching […]

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

Duet #13: Deeper

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 […]

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Broken Legacy by Greg Powell remembering the song

Broken Legacy

Broken Legacy Dedicated to John Coltrane Do the bruised brass wailing exclamation scar of history/ suffocating in shadows of projects spread like southern crosses burning/ fall futilely on depressed ears of spiritually deaf/ Do harsh sharp horn shouting preachments sustain chanted sermons to empty pews/Do anyone still listen to John Coltrane laying dead buried in our Black blue souls/sax projected […]

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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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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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