Honoring the Memory of John Lewis Greg Powell writes poem

Neowise Comet Crosses Bridge

(painting by Catherine A. Moore) We chased the comet, Descending like a teardrop It’s journey slashing polluted Onyx sky. And then the news John Lewis gone now John Lewis gone now. His Trail blaze righteously cutting Redemption way, dim, descending To rest with heroes under The earth, where they nurture Us in the night. The comet speaks And i see […]

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Poem for Philando Castile by Greg Powell

For Philando Castile

(Pulled over by cop. Executed in car. Cop exonerated.) Picture me rolling I don’t stop Hands tense the wheel I see a cop Slow to the limit Pressure drop Don’t want to be no Strange fruit crop Sick of this shit 400 years 400 tears 400 fears them Muthafuckers 400 years in arrears But we ain’t gonna get paid Until […]

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George Floyd and the Revolution That Must Come

George Floyd and the Revolution That Must Come

After several memorial services, as a world chants his name, and bears witness to his image, George Floyd has been put into the ground. His innocence and good nature are irrelevant. It does not matter that he was a good son to his mother, father to his children, human being in his community. He is dead, another human life murdered […]

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Modern Impeachment Trial

The sound of the Chairman’s gavel echoes through the court. The trial begins. The defendant smiles and winks at the judge and jury of Senators. The chaplain begins his prayer: “Oh, great theoretical power, bring us all together as we do thy will. Let there be no deviation from our purpose at hand. Help us to save the country from […]

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Poem by Greg Powell The Ancestral Witness for the Emmett Till Anti-Lynching Act being passed

The Ancestral Witness

Chains broken By death and being Born again: I hear them, Momma and Daddy, Big Ma V and them, all Way back to cotton fields, And charred bloody trees, They speak in psalms, Lyrical rituals from on high, Prophetic whispers in ill winds, Saying these ain’t the last days. We bear witness in groaning chants And holy shouts of saints, […]

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Poem by Greg Powell is To Children of a People on the Rise

To Children of a People On the Rise

As read for the Black History Month Program for Seniors on the Move, a ministry of New Faith Baptist Church, International 1980 Panther people on the rise 1990 Panther people on the rise Year 2000’s Panther people on the rise Energize our minds/ we ride the skies In the 2020 the times is dark Corrupt eruption got the nation stark […]

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Banner for Poem by Greg Powell - Fragments of a Dream

Fragments of a Dream

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 […]

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Ready to Rumble, commentary by Greg Powell

Are You Ready to Rumble?

I don’t think Democrats can box. They follow the Queensbury rules, have good conventional form and style. But when the boxing intensifies into a fight, and things get down and dirty, the focus is trained more towards appealing to norms of boxing than punching their way off the ropes. Like “Iron Mike” said: “Everybody has a plan until they get […]

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Rushing Rio Grande by Greg Powell

Rushing Rio Grande

Dad to diaper- Daughter death Hug drowned in America. The decline From Hell pit to Shit hole. What Was that last hug Like Rushing Rio Grande? Was it The final bye like Terminal expiration In hospital without The pause to grieve. Or was there time: Grinding slowly, tears And river, screams stifled Burbling speech silenced Muted by lungs filling. Like […]

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Storm a poem by Greg Powell

Storm

The storm is coming The storm is here No time for trifling No time for fear The mystic revelation The mystic demonstration Is love Love live love The imps are winning The imps are bold Never satisfied With what they stole The mystic revelation The mystic demonstration Is love Love life love What you reap You got to sow The […]

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