Greg Powell pens The Descent a poem of love

The Descent

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 by Greg Powell

The Night Clouds Ate the Moon

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 is a poem accompanying a sermon by Greg Powell

Jah Meets Jericho

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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Greg Powell reprises one of his most cherished encouragements

Momma’s Redemption Song

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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For Deborah on Mother's Day by Greg Powell

Daddy Sings of Mother

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 by Greg Powell for the Poetic Experience at Being Hueman

Midnight Calling

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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Proclamation Emancipation written by Poet-Author Greg Powell

Proclamation Emancipation

Proclamation Emancipation Jah people gold people bold rebels of gold soulFreedom fighters, enterprisers, world civilizers,Healers, burning spear welders, pyramid builders,Love preachers, Spirit beseechers, world teachers,Birthing high culture in systems of mystery,Heartbeat of 10000 years history,My people bold people gold rebels of old soul,Arise I arrive bearing notions to make you whole,Wreak chains free brains/ behinds will follow,Heap of beats seep […]

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Kisses go Deeper in Duet #13 by Greg Powell for Being Hueman

Duet #13: Deeper

Duet #13: Deeper The kisses go deeper and deeper and deeper The bliss’s go deeper and deeper and deeper I love you in a deeper place than superficial flesh I love the way our soul flow keeps the life journey fresh Sweet fusion and communion cause explosions to the touch The years and path we’ve traveled keep the loving nights […]

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School Song of Dunbar High School, Earle Arkansas

Dear Old Dunbar

Dear Old Dunbar Dad’s High School Song Both my parents, Clarence and Joetta Powell (Oglesby) were born and raised in Earle, Arkansas (although they didn’t come to know each other and marry until many years later after Dad finished his military duty and Mom migrated north to Chicago, where they met one morning on the El train). They grew up […]

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