Modern Impeachment Trial

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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 […]

The Ancestral Witness

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

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, […]

To Children of a People On the Rise

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Poem by Greg Powell is 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 […]

Fragments of a Dream

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Banner for Poem by Greg Powell - 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 […]

Are You Ready to Rumble?

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Ready to Rumble, commentary by Greg Powell

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 […]

Rushing Rio Grande

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Rushing Rio Grande by Greg Powell

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 […]

Storm

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Storm a poem by Greg Powell

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 […]

Unchained Generation

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Unchained Generation to New Faith Youth by Greg Powell

There is no condemnation. Only new creation Celebration of the unchained generation Word of God incantations Freedom fighter protestations Sword of truth to wicked administrations Natural hair domes like flaming crowns Mind power stomp the devil down Pursue your purpose like the Caleb hound You can be the greatest pound for pound Jesus freed you so you freed indeed To […]

P.O.T.S.: The Diagnosis, Part 1

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P.O.T.S. A Satirical Perspective by Greg Powell

P.O.T.S.: The Diagnosis, Part 1 These are perplexing times in the USA. Especially for people of color, thinking women, immigrants seeking legal asylum, and decent human beings. A man who embodies practically everything we teach our children to be wrong, sinful, and stupid…actions and verbiage that would definitely lead my wife to impeach my child and sentence him to time […]