Best Princeton Poems
Harvard, Princeton or Yale?
I'll take some courses by mail
Engineering or Mathematics?
I'm majoring in Acrobatics
Piano, Violin, Flute or Clarinet?
I'll play my music on the Internet
Chaucer, Shakespeare, Milton or Dickens?
Give me a J.K. Rowling tale of Wiccans
Pheasant under Glass with Caviar?
Slice of pizza and fries with that, sir
Sparkling wine, Liqueur or Pink Champagne?
Make mine tapwater -- plain
Mansion or Penthouse Condominium?
A dreary shack, the bare minimum
Representative or Parliamentary Democracy?
Socialist Republic, where everything's given to me
Life offers you choices, let there be no doubt
The worst thing you can do is take the easy way out
Ivy leaguers smell like turd bits
Near the king’s commode where he s*its
Don should flush elites
Like what he excretes
Including these ass wipes and twits:
Yale University…J.D. Vance
Yale University…Scott Bessent
Yale University…Daniel Driscoll
Harvard University…Robert F. Kennedy Jr.
Harvard University…John Phelan
Harvard University…Dean John Sauer
Princeton and Harvard…Pete Hegseth
University of Pennsylvania...Tiffany Trump
University of Pennsylvania...Donald Trump Jr.
University of Pennsylvania...Ivanka Trump
University of Pennsylvania…Elon Musk
University of Pennsylvania…D.J. Trump
University of Pennsylvania and Harvard…Mehmet Oz
A call to arms for those who believe
A reason for the nation to grieve
Leadership to continue the rot
Trying to destroy what we were taught
No longer Christian is what he decrees
Treating the Christian as if a disease
If this is the man we choose to elect
Then for this government I lose all respect
Married to a woman whose views are fascist
Her own Princeton thesis shows her as racist
We do need change but not that kind
Where In God we Trust will be hard to find
Once his changes, he does enact
No longer Christian will become fact.
Remember that statement “No longer Christian" when you vote in November.
But patriot fire answered back tenfold,
blasting those two guns until they were down.
Rall knew things were dire, then decided to
attempt a break-out to the north of town.
Though Washington still held the high ground there,
and the patriots had taken the ville,
a horrific fire hit the Hessians,
a slew of soldiers were rapidly killed.
Those that tried to fight back found their weapons
didn't work that well, it was much too wet,
and even if they did, they were outnumbered,
so escaping would be a longshot bet.
Then Colonel Rall took two shots to his side,
wounds that would eventually prove to be mortal.
The Hessians, surrounded, threw down their arms
and surrendered, their defeat was now full.
Nine hundred Hessians, killed, wounded, or captured,
a lopsided route no one had expected,
on the American side only two fell,
and it was frost-bite that had left them dead!
They'd captured supplies, much needed just then,
and sent a message to all wavering,
the fight was not over, the army alive,
they could take on whatever Britain could bring.
Though Washington knew this wasn’t the end,
and just a prelude for what was to come,
quickly he moved, back over the river,
to prepare for his next move, on Princeton…
A pair of monolid eyes, and I’m academically enlightened.
As if I’m some talented prodigy on his way to an Ivy League.
Able to quickly solve problems without ever breaking a sweat.
Absolutely - perfect - in every single subject I decide to take on.
Always an A+, an automated Asian-American achiever android
As an unwilling recipient of a C in Algebra 2, I really disagree.
Before you chant “Dishonor on you! Dishonor on your cow!”,
Consider the billions of Asians who are never working in STEM.
Division homework I can handle, algebraic functions, not so much.
Even with A’s in Geometry last year, my EOC score was only a two.
For every decent grade I earn, is a test I end up completely bombing.
Good student, yes. But “perfect student?” Not in this lifetime, I am.
The worst feeling in the world is falling so far behind these expectations.
Often, it seems like I’m sinking in an ocean of questions left unanswered.
The water filling up my lungs is all the pressure I have to endure each day.
The air I’m losing more and more of is the confusion and frustration I face.
It’s all too much to bear; not living up to this idea of what I’m supposed to be.
Sometimes, I wish I was one of those geeky cliches, non-Asians think of us as.
So no, Harvard, Princeton, Yale, Columbia, Brown, Cornell, Dartmouth,
and Penn are not camping outside my door with a full-ride in their hands.
I don’t know how to graph cubic or polynomial functions to save my life.
Complex solutions and complicated rational functions have accurate names.
And shoutout to Chemistry, where my mathematical issues have extended to.
I still don’t get what those equations have to do with elements and formulas.
Truthfully, I’m just not the model minority stereotype people think I am.
I have many strengths and lots of weaknesses, just like everyone else.
I’m not special. I’m hardly the greatest mind this school has ever seen.
Am I thrilled about it? Heck no. If only I was good at Math and Science.
But what’s the use in lamenting? All I can do to change that is to improve.
Inside, I know I’m very smart. Not perfect at all. But still smart nonetheless.
Years from now, I’ll realize that, even with all my flaws, I am good enough.
And no matter how much I fit into a stereotype, the truth is all that matters
Life is confusing sometimes
At least it has been for me
I was Mom’s “change of life” baby
two siblings far older
change in the birth certificate
three days spent as Marilyn
then I became Carolyn
not many toys in our city home
so I started jumping off things
graduated from steps to trees
then my preference changed to roofs
fearless always, perhaps foolishly so
but I sensed my limitations
at three I was standing on my head
spinning like a top
ran faster, jumped higher
than boys on my block
walked tall on stilts
bounced on my pogo-stick around the block
hid my frog “Pierre” in the garage
acrobat lessons for eight years (Hurray!)
but Mom wanted to make a lady of me
ballet didn’t change this tomboy
went to the state spelling championship
but at age 12, I couldn’t spell “murmur”
and the oddest books I read as a child:
“Lincoln the Unknown”
“How to Stop Worrying and Start Living”
Jacque Cousteau’s “Silent World”
traded my pig tails for mini skirts
cheerleading for the high school football team
still love the sport today
recruited by the ice hockey coach
to teach boys how to skate backward
recruited by the boys’ gymnastics coach
to flip and vault as team members scowled
captain of my college speech and debate team
first freshman to win the Peace Oratory contest
judged by Princeton University professors
writing has supported me all of my life
from high school to the present
first a copywriter, then a journalist
humorous verse is my favorite
some family members say I’m a “wit”
They’re only half right :D
*October 18, 2014 by Carolyn Devonshire
Friends, I’ve got a flu now and hope to be well enough
to return comments soon.
GENERAL WASHINGTON
Once in command, he boxed in the British
At Boston where he captured Dorchester Heights,
Overlooking the Brits at his mercy
As his men took aim with their cannon sites.
The British commander had but one choice,
To sail to New York to renew the fight.
Where the English had much greater forces,
Who soon chased Washington's men in full flight.
They continued on to Pennsylvania
After crossing the Hudson in retreat,
With the British forces in hot pursuit
It looked as though George was doomed to defeat.
When winter seemed to have stopped the fighting
That's when Washington crossed the Delaware.
On that Christmas night he captured Trenton
Where Hessians were surprised and unaware.
He whipped the British at Princeton,
Where in victory his men began to sing.
Washington then wintered at Morristown,
Training his troops for the combat of spring.
Washington fought bravely at Brandywine
And again at a place called Germantown,
But the British were the victorious ones
As the dead of both sides covered the ground.
Americans were blessed early that spring,
When the French entered the war on their side.
Though most suffered frostbite at Valley Forge,
With the help of the French they marched in stride.
The battles raged on, in the North and South
As the King’s soldiers laid waste to the land.
Washington himself was in great despair,
Pleading for aid for his weakened command.
His prayers were answered by 5000 troops,
And a French fleet who took Chesapeake Bay.
They bottled up Cornwallis at Yorktown,
Who surrendered to victory drums at play.
Yorktown was really the end of the war
Though not many quite realized that fact yet.
But the British soon grew tired of the fight
And the terms for its end were signed and set.
Washington yearned to retire at home,
But his country chose him first president.
Cheering crowds waved flags of love and support,
For they believed that "he," by God, was sent.
By Tom Zart
I sat upon a rock one day, the rock it had a name.
Bromley was magnificent, but a mere rock, just the same.
The rock it sat within a creek, known only as the Snass
I rested for a moment there. It felt good on mine ass.
I cracked a beer, the sun was hot, my shades were photo-gray.
It felt so good, but time was short, for we were on our way.
My sister got excited at this picturistic view.
She snapped a shot and said let’s go, your family waits for you.
To the prairies of Alberta, we‘d be in Redcliff soon,
My sister and her hubby on their way to Saskatoon.
I’m glad we had this chance to stop on hi-way number three.
Somewhere near Hope and Princeton in the mountains of B.C.
And now this picture has become a favorite to us all.
We thank you Auntie Doris. It looks good on our wall.
In fact now everybody knows exactly just how great
Our big adventure in the mountains was in eighty-eight.
What’s on your mind today: Do Tell? #2
Binders full of women; where? what is the price?
Governor that is so nice
Was it the pioneer women? "No
It's the women from Massachusetts
Not the pioneer women
who feed the hogs?
Attend to the children
And fed the chickens
But the modern women who attend
Harvard, Princeton, Yale and Cornell
Prestige Colleges and Universities
A binder full of educated women
Mr.R you would have been better off saying
I am going to give a voice to all women
Whose experiences might otherwise have been overlooked?
My Administration new passed word from now on is going
to be"Ladies First"
Pulled up your bumper babies
Vote for me.
Prattlers, this voice on stage tenured its talents well
Acme of the art, the rare thespian my father spoke
Ubiquitously your destiny's duality, and swell
Lauding you, my head, and naught this spell broke
Lawyer, and luminary in African people's racial cause
Emigre from home tossed on controversial seas, he
Revered third of the race from Rutgers, had no pause
Overperformer in sport, in scholarship and art, free
Yielded fame for freedom liberating black hopes still
Respected in politics, honored for stagecraft and will
Oyster of our pearl, we thank Princeton for your birth
Black and brilliant son, whose shadow shade far flung
Europe and the Caribbean. How wide you stride the earth
Sensational in song and show, censored and blacklisted
Oppressed and despised too in strange minds time-twisted
None but honorable death could harm you, O great native son.
date: Feb 15, 2017
Always the same little hash joint.
For lunch, the identical dish -
in Kremzer's, on Mott and Delancey,
potatoes and yiddisher fish.
His real name was Julius Henry,
but "Groucho" is how he was known.
His whim was to lunch in the corner,
unsmiling, unnoticed, alone.
So in comes a true-born impresser,
a back-slapping man about town.
He's towing some Princeton professor,
and eyeballs the vaudeville clown.
Finagling faux introductions,
the forte of showbusiness sharks:
he'll astonish the ecrivain manque ...
"I'll get you an entree with Marx!"
He gives it the big how's-it-going,
the Princeton prick shuffles his feet.
But Groucho, unseeing, unknowing,
uncaring, continues to eat.
"This man wrote 'The Vanderbilts', damn it!"
(incipient panic attack).
Without looking up, answers Groucho,
"The Vanderbilts - did they write back?"
Pages upon pages
A book read for all ages
Chapters among chapters
The words shouting like actor lines
The feeling of emotions coming out all combined
I remember a romance that began to start
It was pure fireworks as two starving hearts that came together
But it was that kiss of two lips like no other
Yet their communication having no word line slips
Who could forget a teenager who tried?
The teenager was studying for a very big math test
He was nervous so he had to confess
It was an SAT exam, which would determine what Ivy League University the teenager would attend
He wasn’t your average teenager as had a totally different blend
The teenager came from a wealthy family, but wasn’t really a bright kid
In fact, this is something his parents always hid
Yet the teenager prepared for the exam, and scored high beyond his expectations, and enrolled into Princeton University
The Secret Within the Storm
It was the farmland of a Kansas family
It was a heavy fierce dangerous thunderstorm
The Kansas family worried that if the lightening bolts were to ever hit the house and farm barn, they would lose everything they owned
That wasn’t the case, it was a storm that helped the family grow even bigger crops and prosper even more
They were thankful and didn’t ignore
The Kansas farm family just continued to pray more, and blessings they continued to explore
There you have it, stories into stories
The skies opening the stories like a curtain with all its glory
All it takes is a book read and seeing how in life you will proceed
A chapter could be written about you
I must conclude for now
It’s a matter in believe in yourself, and don’t depend on anybody else
The Enterprising Book says it best, “Words are simply inspirations with knowledge being the indication. It’s a matter of taking advice in, and being successful in your own begin”.
I am not going to let this world stress me out anymore because the Lord answers prayers. Recently, I passed away and made it all the way to heaven. This time, I am one of God’s holy angels.
Lord, I need to step out of this world again and find myself a shady tree.
Folks are killing each other for no reason at all. Yesterday, the sun started crying.
because they build those skyscrapers too high in these neighborhoods. Well, I am too scared to go in an elevator downtown. Every time I look up at those skyscraper buildings, my arthritis kicks in. Lord, in the morning, I need a little bit of sunshine on my face. Where is Mama's shady tree?
Every time I pick up the newspaper, I see corruption, violence, and bad news in this world. Mama used to say, “What the world needs now is love, sweet love." Look at these kids bringing guns and knives to school and participating in lock downs instead of lunch breaks. I know some of these kids are spoiled to the core.
Anyway, the kids figure it is more economical to sell drugs than to attend Yale or Princeton.
college. Well, too many video games and all that bling-bling rap music on TV are
destroying their young minds. Look at the young girls having babies and leaving a helpless
and a poor baby in the trash bins for the garbage men to pick up. We have babies making
more babies.
Oh, heavenly Father and sweet Jesus, I need my shady tree to recover from all this mess! Lord, we have too many children ripping and running these streets without fathers at home, providing clothes, food, and shelter.
Cassius, please bring your mama a glass of ice water. Have you heard about the good news, “Jesus is coming back?” Lord, just let me live 999 years, or as long as Moses lived.
Well, I remember, back in the day, whenever I had any troubles in the world, I just went looking for Mama's shady tree. Cassius, please bring Mama her slippers so I can rest these tired old feet.
Now, bless his little soul. Well, I don't have to worry about it anymore because I died and went to heaven.
Seventy years ago in Princeton, West Virginia on a cold December third night
an earthly angel was born unto us and her name was Audrey Wright
a blessed child of God, a devoted disciple of Christ
and we've gathered here this evening to celebrate her life
With her husband Joe she has had over forty years of wedded joy
David, Dominick and Bobby Jr. are their 3 handsome boys
a member of the Historic Berean Baptist Church for a score of years
a deacon, a playwright, a woman of substance whom we all love and hold so dear
a truly talented individual who has a funny and dramatic flair with the pen
she writes the type of plays that makes you renew your faith in God all over again
I consider myself doubly blessed to have her as a sister and friend in Christ
and to everyone she has ever met in someway she has touched their life
she had the nerve to inform me that she was seventy years young
but as I look upon her lovely face, she doesn't look a day over forty-one
excellence, eloquence and elegance are the traits she humbly conveys
and I'm extremely honored to write this tribute for her seventieth birthday
I love you and congratulations to you, my dear friend Audrey Wright
and may the Lord Our God continue to bless you and keep you always in His sight
Before I say the things I want to mention
I ask you “Please pay attention”
And listen
When I am hintin’
My cranial membrane’s tension
Causes difficulty to spit this lyrical invention
Conventions on suspension
But pay notice to my retention
Of the vocabulary I mention
The incomprehensive comprehensions
Of this poetic technician
Makes many realize exactly what their lives are missin’
So listen!!!
Some envision
This as a competition
But their competitive attitudes are responsible for this world’s division
My writtens
Have the impact of a multi-car collision
Many would agree that my rhymes are sizzlin’
But their meanings are hidden
Access to my rhymes are forbidden
Hate and you’ll be forgiven
I spit poetic darts with absolute precision
And it won’t be long until I am on HBO television
Spittin’
But I first must make decisions
To maintain lyrical nutrition
Because I still feel imprisoned
And wounded by incisions
But I shouldn’t worry if it’s the truth that I am living
Know that He has risen
Stop grinding and start grinnin’
We need constant repetitions
Because I am scared of what I envision
My bars make prisons
That all starts condensin’
Dripping and rinsin’
Me of my afflictions and pensions
Not to mention my malicious jurisdictions
My words paint depictions
Of how lyrical vixens
Go back to the days that crackers were lynchin’
Niggas on trees because they had dreams of going to Princeton
And since then
We have grown up and dissed them
Those who died in the struggle ya’ll know I miss them
Now that I am finished my invention
I hoped that you listened
To this lesson that was hintin’
That past struggles resurrect
We just got to pay attention.