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Michael F. Hopkins
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Hope Prevails. Work Awaits. Let The Future Begin, Now.
11/6/2008 at 10:39 AM
DESTINY BECKONS
The election of
Barack Obama
as the 44th
President of
the United
States.
Election Night
2008.
No more waiting. Excuses fall.
Chains shatter to the rise of
choice for all.
History came; its
mandate, for a
change
in living color.
by Michael F. Hopkins
© All rights reserved
written November 4th, 2008
attuned November 5th, 2008
The election of
Barack Obama
as the 44th
President of
the United
States.
Election Night
2008.
No more waiting. Excuses fall.
Chains shatter to the rise of
choice for all.
History came; its
mandate, for a
change
in living color.
by Michael F. Hopkins
© All rights reserved
written November 4th, 2008
attuned November 5th, 2008
Honoring The Master Commentator Of MEET THE PRESS (1950-2008). Gentleman. Scholar. Peerless Journalist. World Class. Buffalo NY’s Very Best.
6/14/2008 at 12:19 AM
TIM RUSSERT
Chipper. Calming. Ever Congenial.
Always Comprehensive.
The sharpest point
brought home
with a smile.
In a time of blind extremes
and far too many dumb
mouths, he always
knew
what to say, and how.
In an age of prejudiced zealots, selfish
lackwits, and dogged brownnosers,
here walked a man who heeded all
with a fearless grasp and
a gentle touch.
Humble wit accents the most
pointed jab. Serious resolve
fuels the heartiest of laughs
and the most urgent news
to be shared.
A moderator advocating moderation
from everyone, he acted as only the
best of risktakers can – quietly,
truthfully and
in the open
Never forget the rarest of treasures –
a speaker wisely invoking the need to act,
and our right to listen. Heed the town crier
who encourages our conscience
as well as our voice.
by Michael F. Hopkins
© All rights reserved
written June 13th, 2008
Chipper. Calming. Ever Congenial.
Always Comprehensive.
The sharpest point
brought home
with a smile.
In a time of blind extremes
and far too many dumb
mouths, he always
knew
what to say, and how.
In an age of prejudiced zealots, selfish
lackwits, and dogged brownnosers,
here walked a man who heeded all
with a fearless grasp and
a gentle touch.
Humble wit accents the most
pointed jab. Serious resolve
fuels the heartiest of laughs
and the most urgent news
to be shared.
A moderator advocating moderation
from everyone, he acted as only the
best of risktakers can – quietly,
truthfully and
in the open
Never forget the rarest of treasures –
a speaker wisely invoking the need to act,
and our right to listen. Heed the town crier
who encourages our conscience
as well as our voice.
by Michael F. Hopkins
© All rights reserved
written June 13th, 2008
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That's History!!!
5/11/2008 at 7:29 AM
THAT'S HISTORY!!!!!!
"You haven't heard
my story yet."
Sun Ra
I'm the Cosmic Vagabond.
The neighbor next door.
The well-read relation
Book Rich. Dirt Poor.
I've taught many classrooms,
and hurdled mean streets.
I'm Poetry and Ethics.
I scrape for end's meat.
I've made my mistakes,
and scaled some plateaus.
I'd just like to reap
all that I sow.
Some slam me
because I give a damn.
I'll come and I'll go
as who I am.
by Michael F. Hopkins
© All rights reserved
written March 23rd, 2006
"You haven't heard
my story yet."
Sun Ra
I'm the Cosmic Vagabond.
The neighbor next door.
The well-read relation
Book Rich. Dirt Poor.
I've taught many classrooms,
and hurdled mean streets.
I'm Poetry and Ethics.
I scrape for end's meat.
I've made my mistakes,
and scaled some plateaus.
I'd just like to reap
all that I sow.
Some slam me
because I give a damn.
I'll come and I'll go
as who I am.
by Michael F. Hopkins
© All rights reserved
written March 23rd, 2006
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