Prelude to a Revolutionary Kiss

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Greg Powell hosts the Culture Cafe and reads a poem

(Read for the Culture Cafe of New Faith Baptist Church, Int’l) Closing the distance bridging humanity Break through vanity that seeds insanity I bring the inner me blessed of the trinity Word beat love sparks creativity Closing the distance to root soul civility Trying to be hueman and evolve the new man Lyricist of common sense the essence no pretense […]

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 […]

A Strange Christmas Walk

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A Strange Christmas Walk, new poem by Greg Powell

shivering sun rushes to horizon beneath gray sky as I commence December family ritual of lights wrapped around front yard trees barren except for winter seed dropping into damp soil bearing spring hopes and earth promises. green lights wrapped on trunk white strings hung on branches, in conformity with silly esthetics of holiday suburban blocks. wireless speaker serenading yard with […]

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 […]

Gladys Knight, Super Bowl, Sweet Potato Pie, and How the Boycott Won

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Legendary singer Gladys Knight’s decision to sing the national anthem for the Super Bowl has sparked much controversy. Seemingly every A-list performer in the nation has rejected the NFL’s desperate attempt to have the type of half-time extravaganza we Super Bowl viewers have come to expect. This boycott has been in support of Colin Kaepernick “taking the knee” to protest […]

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 […]

Tall As Trees

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Tall As Trees a Poem by Greg Powell for Being Hueman

Tall as Trees (against state sponsored abuse of any Hueman’s child) Under soft yellow lights Clothes racks, tags hanging Like strange fruit, towered over Little me. I couldn’t see Over them to find daddy Who was taller than trees. Stay right there he told me But, I wandered, into a strange land A hostile place, clothes rack Monsters Closing in […]

Survivors

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Survivors Lives Poem by Greg Powell

Survivors Young survivors of bullets blood and screams And parents of tender psyches ripped at the seams, Elected puppets placate with diversionary chatter But show Black lives ain’t the only ones don’t matter, You cry you plead you shout you bleed They give thoughts and prayers and nothing you need You rally and carry placards in deep duress; They speak […]