Hope Immortal

Hope Immortal

A Poem by J. Hampton

Inspired by the Auto-genicide I see ...all over the city by the crews hanging out ...sleeping on their futures by kids dropping out of school because ?? while others struggle to stay in ? wanting to hand out the " stones " to take responsibility and




Leaps in the womb of the broken and oppressed
driving endurance to exceed even its’ own limitations
into back pockets of little boys
when people were colored 
butterflies still had wings
and metamorphosized into greatness
into the backs
and feet
of those…
who walked
because their soul
was not for sale
on the tongues
of Griots
and Elders
when ink could shed blood
Hieroglyphically recorded...
in stone walls
built to protect
not prohibit
Once rode the tip of a warriors spear
remaining in his footsteps
trailblazing glory…he would not live to receive
Songs sung...
in many tongues
of genesis
and renaissance
in unlikely places
on the petals of urban crocus
close calls
and miracles
 in under layers of concrete
crushed by the rubble
of weakness and fear
dogma and excuse
Cashed in..
and Sold-Out
for the appearance ...of arrival
without venturing the journey
across the horizon
like tagging project walls
in the heat of city summers
with toxic misplaced pride
sterilizing dreams
vacuuming crumbs of
destiny and excellence
death by friendly fire
comrades have morphed into enemies
Rises boldly on prayers of the faithful
that the fight
will not die off
and victims
will become
that generations might seek the face of God

~ J.Hampton                    

© 2009 J. Hampton

Author's Note

J. Hampton
I'll work on this later...

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someone might say "too abstract" (whatever abstract really means) but no. I dont think so. I think, like a painting on a museum wall you have to step back to see correctly. how far I had to step back i couldnt say, but thankful I gave it another look. can there be abstract poetry the way there is abstract painting?

my son in law (now ex son in law) publishes poetry and writes himself using words as a medium of color expression. I will try and look for his email address. bye

Posted 9 Years Ago

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I greatly enjoyed this! I understood your meanings perfectly...they are plain as Gullah hymns or the tears of mothers praying for their children...I was reading an article about a minor league baseball pitcher in Sports Illustrated from North Carolina who plowed the tobacco fields with a team of mules during the depression...his daddy was dead and he was the man of the house. He was five years old! I could envision his mother praying. Anyway, I loved this...

Posted 7 Years Ago

So many lines in this were tight, dramatic. Although it is finished in one respect, as in it can stand on it's own as a great work. I see where you were looking, in the cracks and crannies of this one for a little sumthin' sumthin'.

Posted 8 Years Ago

Hieroglyphically recorded... just flashed my mind and showed me motion, horizontally and vertically. awesome piece just love the rawness

Posted 8 Years Ago

I feel that the meaning of this piece is best summarised in the lines, 'stone walls, built to protect not prohibit'. The species has most definitely been walking further from the path of righteousness over the centuries. Perhaps this is the product of following and looking out to others for answers to internal questioning...'song's sung, in many tongues' is a fave line. You opened pandora's box with this one... let's just hope there's some hope left in there!

Posted 8 Years Ago

I came back and read it again. It gave me chills. It's good. I could hear your voice rising about the astonished crowd. These words are beyond amazing. You should get this published as soon as you can.

Posted 8 Years Ago

What!?!?!? Work on it? From here I sit it reads like perfection!!! I could almost hear your voice rising above the crowd, your song is one we all need. There is power in these words.

Posted 8 Years Ago

And lets hope they do. Love the closing line. It might need a tweak here and there to state succinctly the essence of hope (and all it has taken to bring it to the masses). I normally don't recommend this poem to many people, but I am feeling a kinship with the poet in you. Please give my poem "July Storm" a read and you may get a feel of exactly one of the instruments that God saw fit to use to bring hope to the masses. I didn't do him justice, but give it a read. It needs a tweak too. I like where you're taking this poem...keep going.

Later my friend,


Posted 9 Years Ago

amen. this is an anthem. A mantra. Strongly penned and articulate. PEACE!

Posted 9 Years Ago

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"that generations might seek the face of God"...
There it is. You bundled it all up in that last line J.
You wrire with a passion and insight beyond your years I think. But not beyond your experience. Salute!

Posted 9 Years Ago

Its coming together nicely...

Posted 9 Years Ago

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