I Wish I Could Dance Like Michael Jackson

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*I Wish I Could Dance Like Michael Jackson*

If living a life full of
Isolation & Loneliness,
devoid of genuine companionship
or a Soulmate
Meant having my soul’s remains splattered all over
500 Million others’…
That is a trade
I’d gladly Make.

For that would Make me 499,999,999 times Richer
Than the most fortunate of men.

If I could get through an endless
string of nights of
being a misunderstood misfit
In return for drowning in something deeper
than all the hate in the world
Until something is conceived that is loved
By a surrogate family of every race…
My choice would be
Black & White.

To be an outcast in my own nation
and seek refuge in a foreign land
would be just splendiferous,
If I could throw a going away party
and have the whole world as my dance partner

For just one measly 30-year dance.

And even better
if long after I’ve exited —
My party continues to spin
for partygoers to tuck their heads down
with a hand placed gently atop
with high twist-kicks until a new generation
comes in to pick up the love.

The tears of a Child
and anguish of a Man
would be comforted by
a sympathetic audience
Beholding the thrilling transformation

of pain into art:
Within every single note, chord, and hard-bitten
expression .
It is no wonder why so many tears
Could be found in audiences,
for the pain would physically jump out of my body
and splash into my sea of brethren .
If funerals could have live performances of the
departed
With no eulogies spoken —
Only the raw expression of the deceased found
In his Voice
&
In his Dance:
It would only equal the Power
of
Just Another of his Performances.

Those would be my greatest moves —
With my blood left on the Dance Floor .
To feel the embrace of the remaining
Unconditional Family
Who have Seen the
Bad,
Heard the Worse,
And Read the Worst…
Nothing could Beat It .
If so many millions could share that pain,
Then how many millions share this wish?

I Wish I Could Dance Like Michael Jackson,
But if I could…
Michael Jackson wouldn’t be Michael Jackson —
We All Would.

Copyright 2011. All Rights Reserved
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Princeton University Poem

*Princeton University*

Princetonians, delight! For history is on your side!
Princetonians, unite! Return for the annual P-rade!
The Princeton Reunions bring Tiger pride
Back to Nassau—our first building ever made
To gather for another joyous raid.

We will again take in the beauty
of architecture renowned, Romanesque, & modern;
The Gothic bricks and sculptured fury
Decorate this campus near flowers of auburn.
Let’s re-feel these fuels of creation that burn.

We sip the splendor of senses by the lake,
The sensory conception of Lake Carnegie,
Our skulls are Ovals without Points—unlimited for the sakes
Of refreshing for study, winning the Cane Spree,
And cruising Newman Day—on beer’s floating sea.

The Tigers eat and drink on The Street like animals,
Pillaging the Eating Clubs like a Hot Prospect,
Through all eleven houses—our packs ran the mill,
We ran life’s bill, but hadn’t felt the cost yet,
And lived what was priceless so now we’re all set.

Ready to remember those fond Princeton years,
Everywhere there’s a smile and never a scowl,
Elation in the dance of our gleeful cheers,
Loud as the sound of the Holder Howl
Before dates with the dean leading exam prowls.

Here’s to another reunion—don’t call it a comeback,
We never left Nassau or our Princeton days,
Other schools have assets but there’s always some lack
Of the same opportunities that Princeton paves;
Like our Financial Aid, the Princeton way pays.

The Princeton diploma means the highest degree
of achievement, wits, determination…
The Princeton alumni would all agree
That this is the land where we had our germination,
And our growth still defies—the dread of termination.

Princetonians are the course of history!
Endowing the embryo of American Football,
Carrying the best Department of History,
And a blazing bonfire on Cannon Green in the fall.
Let’s sing in this fire—Goin’ Back to Nassau.

The FitzRandolph Gate we left
During final ceremony—
Opens to every class present a represented breadth
Of Princetonian Pride still on territory,
With praised Ivy stones—in our memory.

Down Elm Drive is the Princeton locomotion!
The 25th Reunion is the steam in the front,
In groups of five the classes cause a commotion
On a train filled with beer jackets, costumes, love’s brunt,
And families all aboard—who ride the emotion.

Fireworks end the fun like a spring Lawn Party,
Our parties of five mix with all the Orange and Black,
Alums from the past have attended partly
For remembering, the rest for the large fact:
That attending Princeton means
You always come back:

Hip-Hip! Rah-Rah Rah! Tiger-Tiger-Tiger! Sis-Sis-Sis! Boom-Boom-Boom-Ah!
Yesterday!
Today!
Forever!

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    THE TOP 10 REASONS TO PURCHASE ALMA MATER VOL. 2: THE NORTHEAST:

1. You get to learn about 100 colleges in a fun and creative way. Including Reasons 2 and 3.

2. The Ivy Leagues

3. The Party Schools

4. It is a ride through the cities and states of the Northeast that allows the reader to explore the pulse of each. Including Reasons 5-7

5. All Things New York

6. All Things Philly

7. BAHHSTON

8. It is an avant-garde series of poetry that Kirkus Reviews and Midwest Book Reviews have each featured in their magazines.

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Columbia University Poem

*Columbia University*

Our Alma Mater,
Let us address thee.
At your ivy threshold, the blue academy of
New York’s finest,
We alert the presses of your honors & fill the news of your highness.
Columbia Daily Spectator, monthly fills of Blue & White, we maintain our esteemed history with the Current, and wide releases from this literary Mecca.
This is our nation’s Mecca; and like our city, we make good hosts to today’s world leaders where free speech has a forum, and we make a home for tomorrow’s world leaders, an exemplary model of United Nations in a manifold circle ensuring the say for a global community is circa yesterday. We took the route of Columbia—
New York’s #1 Subway
of
Engineering Entrepreneurs who tally into
the Silicon Alley. The leaders that give the Big Apple its starch began at Lerner Hall with the First Year March. Freshmen march on to become the song and dance of the Varsity Show,
and light the stage like College Walk before they go.
And 40 days before goodbye,
They grab a cold 40,
40s on 40 until the night becomes early.
In the days to come we walk the steps
which we’ve become fond,
the Urban Beach of sun and fun that
froze our warm bond.
Now up the Low Steps we reach our Alma Mater,
and in her crown and grown,
She’s as divine as she ever was.

You are already adorned with laurels, and glow with knowledge and golden wisdom, but we shall continue to wrap you with the world’s most Nobel Prize winners to complement your jewels on 29 Heads of State.
Sit still as we decorate you with Academy Award winners, Supreme Court Justices, and the lasting touch:
All the blended colors of
New York City;
Our Alma Mater,
Let us dress thee.

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The College of New Jersey Poem

*The College of New Jersey*

In New Jersey,
There’s a school where
Genders come together
To make love, cupcake wars made with love,
and a habitat for all Lions in clubs like the
Alpha Zeta Gamma Chapter of
AΦΩ,
Where fellowship is found then gone to
ice-cream parlors and nights made sweeter
with Utensils for tasks
where the insiders of volunteering
get the scoop
on how to make a child smile, there goes the sweet tooth,
and Blood Drives through Ewing
to rescue our youth.
So someday—
They can share our
present stage
Of Someday—
Looking back upon
The Stage.

They say that time flies,
Lions learn that it does,
But still they look back
on
How sweet it all was.

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United States Naval Academy Poem (Congratulations, Midshipmen!)

*The United States Naval Academy*

Bear the Gold Standard, boys, power through the sea!
Wear these colors told and bold and fight with dignity!
Steer onward, Navy Men, don’t give up the ship!
Lead the way in a display of force & fellowship!

Joe Navy, enter the port, pledge Blue at the stern,
Survey the field then land ashore with stripes you’ll surely earn.
Stand by the pillars, men, as you shade the Yard,
In the hue of honor, duty, with loyal regard.

Flank forward onto the guide, execute the Field Day,
Clear out the ship in General Quarters of the Army Gray!
Navy, go hot, direct to your target, Shipmen now take hold,
Hard Dive in the red zone then, men, hoist the Blue & Gold,
BEAT ARMY!

Navy, on station, Anchors Aweigh, bid Army bon voyage,
Run up the score, away with the win & sink them by barrage!
Advance and discharge, Sailors, take wind out from Army’s sails,
Charge the depths ahead, Shipmen, confirm Navy prevails!

Anchors Aweigh, my boys…Anchors Aweigh,
Midshipmen through turbulence you exit squared away!
Farewell to Annapolis, Anchors Aweigh,
Boys, toss your covers, world, jump for cover, Shipmates on the way!

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Johns Hopkins University Poem

*Johns Hopkins University*

It was the night before Christmas,
When a dying Johns Hopkins
Bequeathed the gift of life
To our university and Johns Hopkins Hospital—
So that our residents could return this gift
To patients of America, China, Italy, and Singapore…
Ensuring hundreds of years after Johns’s last breath,
He will live on long after his death.

Who says scientists don’t believe in miracles?

Johns’s philanthropic donation transplanted hospitals
with
the heart of medical care:
The birth of cardiac surgery, the electronic defibrillator, and CPR.
Now today, like Johns, what were thought to be last breaths, have resurrected…
As Blue Jays who rise to challenges not only on the LAX field where we beat defeat
more than any program in Division I Men’s Lacrosse,
but also in medicine:

Discovering restriction enzymes leading to the spawn of genetic engineering.

Striking a bone-marrow treatment for Sickle Cell Anemia using only half-matches.

Matchmakers revamping kidney transplants through plasmapheresis, making A and B compatible.

Developing embryonic stem cells to cultivate the growth of man.

And being the first major medical school to admit—and thus celebrate
The Growth of Woman.

Through the first admission of 1893,
A mother and grandmother can hear the cry of
Their now generation announcing her admission
Into the #1 Medical School in America, with the shared dream of
Her someday working for America’s best hospital.
Where like the residents of Johns Hopkins Hospital,
She can commit to treating Alzheimer’s—
In hopes that her grandmother can remember her graduation.

Looking back at her walking the stage to join men and women who have mastered their respective
majors:
Graduates of the nation’s best nursing program, as well as one of the most esteemed schools of education.
Joining Blue Jays who sang and pranced in dance in the conservatory of the prestigious Peabody Institute,
And other Blue Jays of every color
From every major.

The Blue Jay remembers taking strolls on The Beach with friends outside Eisenhower,
And taking in Charm City’s National Aquarium
to complete the
Inner Harbor experience.

She remembers joining friends in The Nest, to watch the best Lacrosse team in the country…
And she remembers flying out of her mother’s nest,
To aid the next generation of the nation.

On this graduation day, mother and grandmother watch their Blue Jay walk
With school complete,
But she has much more work to do.
She will be a resident at Johns Hopkins Hospital,
Where she will continue to fight for more medical achievements,
Such as the accepted treatment for Alzheimer’s.

It may be too late for her grandmother, and the victims who
Have already fallen behind,
But she can walk forward to ensure
That future generations that meet this disease
Will not succumb to the sad fallen tracks—
By continuing the pattern of Hopkins discoveries
And Progressing to
The Promise of Tomorrow.

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Georgetown University Poem

*Georgetown University*

Oh Lord,

How we give praise for the Blue and Gray,
We give thanks for this school each day,
Our union has won us the right to say,
We are the faithful Hoyas of Georgetown.

Thank You for the strength to take ownership
of our school with a Hoya’s tautened grip,
Frontiers like The Corp will hone this ship,
Equipped for the land of Old Georgetown.

The Students of Georgetown have come forth,
To give thanks for day one and the days henceforth,
Capped by G’ Day on the month of fourth,
Then we bear our gowns with Your grace.

Before we depart, we take off to heights,
Adjacent the Capitol—and other great sites,
Healy, Potomac, basketball nights,
Thank you for teams that changed basketball’s pace.

Led by Ewing, we took the biggest prize,
The ’84 Champs, who made the banner rise,
We’ve had great centers take our school to highs,
And when we prayed for a guard, You gave us The Answer.

Guarded by Your Power—to greatness—we send
Stars to the next plane with Your presence—amen,
We praise these players, but You blessed these men…
As talent’s Highest enhancer.

We ask that Cura Personalis remains,
For future Generations—through our remains,
To the next life when our spirit regains,
The same force while in Hoya Blue.

We ask that contemplation is put to action,
In our government, our clubs, each faction,
In improved society, we’ll reap satisfaction,
When all the credit is due to You.

Please grant us the courage to brave rough waters,
Like our champion sailors who prey like otters,
In the flow of Your song, we pray as lauders,
Boosting Georgetown in Thy righteous name.

Georgetown welcomes all, regardless of faith,
Freshmen arrive and we give them Escape,
To find brothers and sisters—who can relate,
From different backgrounds to all in the same.

Georgetown is Union; Both Into One,
Where teams, dreams, and blue streams have won,
The grounds where Hoyas in concourse have run,
Through great rivers and back to the docks.

In Your name, Lord, we pray on behalf
of Hoyas who have chosen the Jesuit path,
Let trespassers against us—feel our wrath,
Your might & Hoya Saxa is What Rocks.

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