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Premium Member They Wouldn'T Let Me Be White

They wouldn’t let me be White 
Oh I wanted to be 
Dreams of that Pulitzer haunted me 

They said, Sir, you have ten minutes to play
I gave them Milton, Poe and Millay 
I stood before that panel 
Like I was auditioning for Jesus On judgment day 


I belted out those rhymes like Sandburg 
Gave them sweet elegant words 
I gave them personification and anapest 
Gave them Trochee with syllables unstressed 

I played those Robert Frost Blues 
Those Road less traveled Blues
 Those Thomas Hardy 
     going down on the Titanic Blues- 

And they said, Son, You could be the greatest 
Since Langston Hughes! 

And oh I was out of sight 
Switched up / Got Fancy 
Moved the stressed syllable 
From the middle to the right 
But still they wouldn’t let me be White 

I had every judge popping their fingers 
Moving their heads from left to right 
So I took a bow 
And smiled up at those lights 

 
I gave them Dickinson, Browning and Keats
 Oh I had those White judges on their feet 
I played until they saw stars 
A judge leaned over and said,
 You remind me so much of- What’s his name? 
Paul Lawrence Dunbar 

I played Eliot I played Cummings 
I played Stevens too 
I had those White Poets out of their shoes 

Oh I lifted them a hundred miles off the ground 
But when they came down 
They said, You could be the next Sterling Brown 
I said, Come on! Get out of town! 

I closed that audition with my best Haiku 
They said, M.e. Don’t take this wrong we like you 

I took a final bow I had performed to their delight 
But still they wouldn’t let me be White

Premium Member Stanford Says

The plug was pulled on the prison experiment 
While the state plugs away with apparent merriment

While absolute power corrupts absolutely 
The people march during pandemic resolutely 


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The Stanford Experiment

(For six days in mid-August, 1971, at Stanford 
University near San Francisco, a psychological 
experiment was conducted in which students 
took on the roles of prisoners and prison guards. 
The experiment had to be cut short, because the 
guards were indulging in unhealthily sadistic 
behaviour.)

"Never again," we say. 
Those things can't be repeated. 
"We set our face against him, 
and Hitler was defeated." 

Are you sure? 

If sweet-talking you 
could make it come true, 
I would hand you the world 
right now on a silver platter ... 
but what would it matter? 

Life isn't always Garry Keillor. 
It's Rwanda, too. Sabra, Shatila. 

The key you're holding 
won't fit my door. 
And you're not welcome 
any more. 

Just picture this, my friend. 
Almost in sight of the Alcatraz ferry, 
that sunny August of seventy-one, 
a couple miles from Haight-Ashbury 
something funny has begun 
- and we're not talking Tom and Jerry. 

You used me and abused me 
till I felt like I wanted to die. 
You created a need in me 
that only you can satisfy. 

Well-heeled campus kids 
don’t quibble at the pay rates
make fifteen bucks a day 
playing guards-and-inmates
- but is it really play? 

I wondered hard 
'tween twelve and one: 
I asked my God, 
"What have I done?" 

These guards love Cohen, Dylan, 
Che Guevarra, Mao, Durruti - 
but now they're volunteering 
for unpaid extra duty. 

He spits into my food tray 
for nothing more than spite. 

Hear him whip the women 
just around midnight. 

You'd be surprised 
what humans do. 
Hippies can be Nazis, too.


Stanford Warren and Barren Lands

I have heard of a Stanford Warren, 
Who chose to live in lands barren,
Self submitting to predicament; 
It was simply not God’s Commandment.

Warren tags it Rich Self-Denial
And swears “Decision is final!”
By full choice “Rock of Gibraltar’
“You can’t me change from your altar!”

Was he after A Transformation:
Out testing some dropped information?
Former neighbor: multi-millionaire
Former best friend stinking billionaire 
He’d tried a fact-finding questionnaire
The First had slept in a dust bin,
The Second long punished his skin…

And to Fifty-Year-Old Warren
His surest bet: lands badly barren!

Premium Member Clerihew Stanford

Charles Villiers Stanford
a composer who struck a chord
Vey much akin tk Brahms
in opus& musical psalms

Premium Member VOICE OF STANFORD BRIE

Stanford University
Greatness at the Helm
Alum has come and gone
Knowledge was their insurance
Philosophy at its best
Education a high mark
Principles with a concept
Resolutions with an idea
Dignity with self-respect
Assuring and fulfilling
Techniques with logic of its own
Theories to come by
No more doubt
Intellect is what education is all about
Picture yourself
Above all
Conqueror of one’s destiny
Standards aligned

Through pages of trials and errors
Education speaks
Believe in yourself and let it repeat
Educational now and well into tomorrow
Let your tomorrow start today
One step away
Let education become your triumph
Classified and Qualified
No one would deny
Follow your footsteps through the education portal
Open Door
Don’t ignore
Let education show your potential
Become the commodity of essential
Stanford spoke
Now enter


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