Communion on Broken Rocks

Poem-Communion on Broken Rocks by Greg Powell

depression had me bound. I didn’t know what to do/ yearned for nothing. walked the lakefront, edge of jagged rocks and risen waters enraged by winds manifest from cloudless sky. contemplating swim to the other side or to nothing at all. in my head, a scream to God carried away by winds and waves before reaching His ears. will chilled […]

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The Call

The Call, poetry by Greg Powell

on the block, i was big greg, not that I was so big but little greg was so little. there was Poochie and Ken and Oscar who were sad when we moved from apartment reign of roaches after the fire. there was Archie who had a cool walk the world called a limp. earl who we called Peanut Head. our […]

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Tales of the Funky Drummer

Greg Powell writes Tales of the Funky Drummer

I’m not a master drummer I drum to the Master The master crafter push us through the disaster The beat gets up the asses of slackers Rappers pastors and gang banger blasters Beat the drum because the times is drastic My lyrics sparkle spastic lean and elastic Beat the drum fears melt like plastic Beat the drum and dance is […]

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The Descent

Greg Powell pens The Descent a poem of love

sometime in the time outside time, Jah Love dipped they hand in black matter, the Creator Artist’s raw creation soul soup and stirred in nebula placenta for life genesis. found a righteous man and woman in a place far from America / Earle Arkansas, sharecroppers’ domain. poured into mind heart soul womb penis in cotton field encounters of black matter […]

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The Night Clouds Ate the Moon

The Night Clouds Ate the Moon by Greg Powell

The Night Clouds Ate the Moon Strange May night chill breeze gray black clouds rush in black above And beyond. Faster than ever before. The earth warming chill night, sky Boiling froth of clouds drawn to Messenger moon speaking sun codes To moaning earth. Is it labor or death? Labor or death… or both birthing Children of dust and storm […]

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Jah Meets Jericho

Jah Meets Jericho is a poem accompanying a sermon by Greg Powell

Jah Meets Jericho The walls gonna come tumbling down The walls gonna come tumbling down The people are moving Devil men are losing Spirits start to bubble As we climb the rubble Jah starts to thunder We stop the plunder Kingdoms torn asunder Love plows hate under The walls gonna come tumbling down The walls gonna come tumbling down Huemanity […]

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Momma’s Redemption Song

Greg Powell reprises one of his most cherished encouragements

Son, raise up your head Child raise up our head Though this old world Full of killing and dread Remember child what Jesus said Don’t gain the world and lose your soul Pray and press so hope takes hold Son raise up Your head Son don’t let nothing turn you around Child don’t let nobody turn you around Though wicked […]

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Daddy Sings of Mother

For Deborah on Mother's Day by Greg Powell

I walked the overnight crying baby shifts Changed diapers wipes baby shit and vomit Off ruined shirts never to be worn again Carried the babies, little heads bouncing off chest In journeys through city adventures Stuck bottles of pumped breast milk in puckering lips So often that Jon at thirteen says mom I mean dad And even the college boy […]

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Midnight Calling

Midnight Calling by Greg Powell for the Poetic Experience at Being Hueman

i hear in peace of sleeping winds in the dark stillness i hear hymn of the waters stormy waters wood hull creaking underneath snap of whips beat of blood dripping torrent of tears sky crying funereal moans spirits screaming beneath hull and from deep waters and I hear the call from distant east prayer shouts ancestral tongues beacon light touching […]

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