Saturday, September 24, 2016

The Legacy of America

Red, white, and blue, yes, you!
When all is said and done what will be the legacy of your daughters and your sons?
Will we remember the true natives who were slaughtered and uprooted so that flags of England could be placed upon bloody soil?
Do you hear the beat of their drums? The war cry of their souls? Their arrows piercing the wind?
Fooled into believing their foes were their friends.
Travel to a reservation and watch the legacy of this country's sin
Let's make America great again
Will we remember the hundreds of years of free labor of mothers, fathers, and children ripped from the motherland to toil and build this country in the day of light and the darkness of the sun?
This is the land of democracy, where equality was fought and won...
Why aren't you happy? Why don't you feel free? Why do you blame the past for your grief and misery?
Well, hmmm let me see...
Flash back, families divided misplaced and displaced, the woman of color took on a role that was not her place, and the man she loved become a shell of manhood, forced to submit like an animal and become docile and weak. Now years later after sharecropping, segregation, Jim Crow, and hateful-hooded-hoodlums were allowed to run free-to kill, rape, and go forth on murdering sprees, We say get over it! Yet, historically we can still see in the 21st century the "first" title given when a medal or award is presented?
Are we there yet? Have you not arrived? Put away the shades and imagine what it means to be watched and monitored when you enter a store, stopped because you fit a description, sterotyped and considred a second class citizen, you bring the value of the property down, even with degrees of honor a job cannot be found, because you don't know the right person. Inner city living? Drugs pushed into communities and pushed through veins by business men in suits, how can a thug get a plane to ship the cocaine?  But I digress, 40 acres and a mule to help you climb out of the pit, and yet, it was never seen.
No reparations for you, for them! This country owes you nothing! The rich are not rich from the slave trade or the servitude of the blacks, so take this here freedom we are offering and catch up from your place of lack
Get your education, buy a house, and a car, forget about discrimination, racism, and prejudice, because they no longer exist, you are just a lazy bum wanting a handout from my check, but wait a minute let me check, how can a minority receive the most aid? I think statistically that is a lie that lacks depth
Do you want wealth?
This is America, America, so dream big, work hard, and succeed!
Feed your pockets, make them full, so that you can become the elite, top percent
Then you will never have to worry about the past, only how you will keep what you got, study the market hard, so that you don't lose a dime, walk over the back of the weak, and focus on your own kind, we are strong, we are better, we are powerful!
Make American great again?
How?
When?
Will we feed the hungry? Will we educate the youth? Will we love EVERYBODY? EVERYBODY? Will we give before we take? Will we truly look to God before decisions are made?
I wish we could, I wish we would make America Again,
Not great, because it never has been,
But make it more honest, make it more true
Make it more inclusive, loving, and kind, make it more by keeping God forth most in our minds.
America this is the place, the building blocks and foundation of the great dream, that many immigrants came to obtain, looking for a better way. You want to build a wall? Build a wall that will keep our true enemy away!
America is a beautiful place, full of beautiful people of all cultures and ethnicities, but to become great we need more than a flag, a slogan, a song, or pledge, we need a fear and respect for God!
Please let us make America, let us rebuild and restructure this land, I'm not asking you to take a stand, I'm asking you to bend a knee, bow down with me
Pray to God-for this land is dying, crying, bleeding, and pleading,  and healing is truly what we need, not a race war, filled with fear, anger, hatred, and destruction, but understanding, kindness, peace, and love overflowing from one soul to the next
We need lies to be made truths, darkness to be made light, change to be made real, and the true power of God to come forth like a balm and heal
So bow down and pray to God for the future of your daughters and your sons is at hand, we seek something far greater than a man or women's solution for this land,  we want the legacy of God's perfect will and divine plan!
Jamie Hoffman AKA J. W. Hoffman

Friday, October 12, 2012

Back Again

So, I must admit I have started a love affair with a new blog, not that I don't care about you at all. (no rhyme intended, it just happens from time to time) It is just that I am now part of a community of artists, and I find that we are able to support and uplift each other more easily than a blog that doesn't exactly get much love. Anyway, please know that I have not forgotten you dear blog and that since you were my first I shall always hold thee in high regard. O.k, enough of my nonsensical rattling. Here goes a poem........and I've entitled it Back Again

Will you wait for me?
Or when I return will I find you gone...
I realize it has been a great deal of time that has separated us from our 'home'
Yet, the love I feel has not diminished, it has only grown
No place for rejection in this celebration of our unity, let my embrace be the apology to replace
my absence
All that really matters is that I am now here
So can we put aside the pleasantries and really communicate what we feel?
Life is short and I have no time for childish games, when I say I love you, it is not a flimsy whimsical
thing
It is that forever love that reaches out to you even when you can't see my face
You should still feel me lingering in your thoughts like a favorite song on repeat
I won't stop playing when you hit stop, but my notes will continue to tug on your heart
Back Again, Back again, it's not too late, all you have to do is pretend I never left


Love ya Blog!

Saturday, May 19, 2012

Poetry: My Voice: My four blessings

Poetry: My Voice: My four blessings: I am a mother of four beautiful children, two boys and two girls. When they were born, I wrote a poem for each of them in honor of their bir...

My four blessings

I am a mother of four beautiful children, two boys and two girls. When they were born, I wrote a poem for each of them in honor of their births. However, they are now 12, 6, and 5 respectively, and I have not written anything on their behalf since then so here's to my four blessings!

He came as a surprise in my youth, a curly haired chunky boy, but oh so cute
His smile, his bright eyes could light up a room, his head banging tantrums could shake a room too,
now he is a young man, helpful, full of wisdom, and intelligently gifted, focused on his goals, and a mouth of sarcastic prose are his attributes, proud of who he is, and even prouder of who he will be....as he continues to fulfill his destiny

She was my natural birth, pain forgotten for her presence made it a fleeting memory, little princess she is so sweet a dimpled smile, and eyes so bright, she loves to be helpful and kind, a bit stubborn sometimes, but still a joy as she grows into a lovely little girl. As I watch her grow my heart is warmed, she reads, she sings, she dances, and she performs her way into a future of promise

Twins? Oh My!
Pink, round cheeks and plump little lips, no hair on her head, but still you could tell, she would be a sweet little girl...tragedy at first struck but my miracle child never gave up..she is now an imaginative, talkative, bossy, affectionate joy. Oh and she is funny too, her memory and words are plentiful...she grows each day into a lovely girl, and yes, she now has hair long enough to twirl

Blue, skinny, and hungry looking was he, but not for long. He picked up weight and energy too.
Now he is a ball of excited activity. Toys fall where ever he goes, and his words although unclear at times are strong when they are heard. He can't sit still for long, but when you read a story he just might, although a very picky eater, bread is a must, he'll eat a dozen rolls one by one, he might whine from time to time, but his lop-sided smile will make those cries worth while day by day he grows in height and into a great little boy

These are my blessings, my four blessings!

Poetry: My Voice: Real Love

Poetry: My Voice: Real Love: Infatuation: Sparks, and tingles at a slight touch A feathery kiss that reaches your toes A hand held, a warm embrace, a long conversatio...

Real Love

Infatuation:
Sparks, and tingles at a slight touch
A feathery kiss that reaches your toes
A hand held, a warm embrace, a long conversation about nothing
And promises of forever are etched into place
I love you over and over again the words are repeated as if a chant of worship need be reaffirmed
How long? Will this last?
Real Love:
Babies crying, a mortgage due, a car needs to be fixed, and jobs stressing you
A quick peck or a have a nice day, date night canceled, no time to just get away
conversations are short or limited, quarrels over trivial things are commonplace
In the hustle and bustle of life we must find the space
to show that special one that they will always have a place
because when it is Real Love nothing can take it away
it overcomes every obstacle and struggle
Real Love is strong enough to stay!


P.S: I luv u SRLH!

Poetry: My Voice: Happiness vs Joy

Poetry: My Voice: Happiness vs Joy: Do you see this smile? It is radiantly bright as long as everything in my life is going right Do you see this head held high, I'm happy th...