It’s Gonna Be Alright

Greg Powell's Down to Earth Bible Talk Podcast for Explorers

Poem Launching Down to Earth Bible Talk From sermon ‘The Good News Inside the Bad News’ Jeremiah 29:11 Fear not the terrors of night Schemes of devil parasites Pandemic blues and money tight Death dealers our nations plight Killing provoked from lies they write But you got might of Christ light Jesus One Love acolytes Radical compassion acts/ the good […]

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Break the Soil

Greg Powell pens a poem about his family farm

Break the soil Plant the crop New life begins When seed drop Sun beams down Caress the ground Soon rain come Roots abound This how we live Love seed we give Fruit we bear When we forgive And grow in earth Divine rebirth In common Spirit We all have worth Let’s break the soil Plant the crop Hueman uprising From […]

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Killology

Killology a Poem by Greg Powell reflecting on the 2020 movement

Their philosophy their Theology of hypocrisy When it gets to me Is killology Suffocates the biology Of darker side of human tree Their hatred is in symmetry With bloody leaves on hanging tree Killology a theory of predatory Manifest destiny inflict misery It’s a mystery we don’t burn this shit down Or maybe we should but our humanity gets in […]

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New Widow’s Song of Faith

New Widow's Song of Faith - Hueman Poetry by Greg Powell

The bed, white sheet over my head Is not your casket, but it’s cold now. canvas of precious memories Soaking into my skin. I live within Them now, without you, gone baby gone To wherever sad place heaven is, For you must be grieving me too. Here, these tears, and offering to God Of heaven and the hell of lonely […]

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Beautiful Bird

Beautiful Bird by Greg Powell for Jonathan

(for my son, Jonathan, on his 15th birthday) pretty bird pecks orange beak on window. he’s made home in habitat, freedom of outside bushes. but he pecks against glass, collides with window over and over trying to break in. you open the window, invite bird to peck through screen/ break into little room. fear drives little bird away only to […]

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Prelude to a Revolutionary Kiss

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 […]

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Psalm of Uplift

Greg Powell's Psalm of Uplift a poem dedicated to women

Lift handbag of regretful weight From sturdy shoulders Beloved, Shuddering in dance of tears Beneath strength profile. You got Enough weight to negotiate, Enough faith in your feet to press Against headwinds and jagged road, Migration through daily wilderness To your dreams. Ease into now Where peace and power reside. Within you is the fruit bearing seed Of your regrets. […]

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Fists, Bullets and Blood

Fists Bullets and Blood, a poem of uplift to my brothers by Greg Powell

Brother, I know rage like lava In dormant volcano pressed down By four centuries of stone stresses To explosions only we can feel, and Women we love and children we seed And community we embody, scarred by misdirected fists and bullets and blood. I say to you dying is a waste of life Rage inchoate is a waste of love […]

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New Year’s Psalm of Hope

New Year's Psalm of Hope- Poetry by Greg Powell

another journey of green and deep blue Mother around sun. everything is a journey. through black spaces black matter black veins of universe womb. and tomb. and womb again. I pray she forgives our sins and refuses to die to us. but does forgiveness come without repentance. i hate my suv drinking dinosaur residue/ shitting death to the air we […]

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Hymn to an Elf Tree

Hymn to an Elf Tree is a poem Greg Powell dedicates to his wife

my Queen speaks love through arts and crafts, making pretty things/ making all things pretty. like the tree that greets me entering family room, son bouncing dropping dunks into nerf hoop. we hug and he asserts that the tree is extra. Corny, he says ’cause he is not a veteran of life/ not weathered soft enough to fully feel mommas […]

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