Midnight in the War

Mama and Midnight in the War Greg Powell

Midnight in the War Midnight in the war. automatic shots pop funereal percussion. No blood flow, yet. Just crazed metallic chatter from mouths of babes. and tear drops from torn sky. Daddy P labors into night pouring sweat and time into black hole of credit trap, leaving Mama nervous, spirit suspended over crossfire of the deceived. she getting old and […]

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Of Love and Dust and Love Again

Of love and dust and love by Greg Powell

Of Love and Dust and Love Again Be careful to whom you give Your fragile heart. Be sure of the hands You place your jewel. They that heal can also Kill joy that sprouts Your smile. Hands Gone wrong can wreck you. Can whither and suck you Dry. Drain your life river To caked mud. Still your pulse And stagnate […]

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Meditation on a Diamond Sky

Orion's Constellation by Greg Powell

Meditation on a Diamond Sky My friend Orion climbs the sky We have communed since Baby eyes first opened Received ancient canopy Of rays more ancient than pyramids More ancient than earth and sun And many worlds and stars born and dead. I wonder and wander traveling space ways in woke dreams listening for dance and music of life on […]

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Freestyle Loving #1

Freestyle Loving #1 by Greg Powell

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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Memorial Baptist Church

Dancer Poem - Memorial Baptist Church by Greg Powell

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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A Catch

A Catch by Greg Powell for Being Hueman

A Catch worm wiggles impaled as hook flies on line over river. lands in bursting droplets. bobber rises dances on surface in synch to rhythm of undulating river waves. river song. cricket calls. bird chatter. breeze like woodwinds swaying audience of leaves to applause. waters flowing through ancient glacial earth scars. bottom-soil whispers. suddenly, liquid aurora borealis splashes in soft […]

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Dance of the NoName Diva

Dance of the NoName Diva by Greg Powell for Being Hueman

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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Evil

Poetry about Robert Johnson by Greg Powell

Evil (For Robert Johnson) locked out from history, rage bleeds red hue in eyes, exiled by hell hounds in ghetto of hope mocking days. skies crying cremation for my soul. nights churning blues in haze of whiskey spells. aint got nothing and nothing to lose. i be evil. satan is my insane name. thirsty razor in pocket. murder vision churning […]

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Apology and the Quest for Learning

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

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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