University of Florida Poem (College Poetry)

Posted on June 18, 2026 by clydeaidoo — Leave a comment

*University of Florida*

(Set to the Melody of “We Are the Boys from Old Florida”)

We are the Gators of Flo-ri-da,
F-L-O-R-I-D-A,
Where Se-mi-noles are stopped,
The Hurricanes get blocked,
But Gators go all the way.
GO GATORS!

We are the Gators of Flo-ri-da,
When 3rd quarter ends we will sway,
Friends hold one another
And sing with each other,
Now boys, get back out there and play!

We are the Gators of Flo-rida,
F-L-O-R-I-D-A,
Albert and Alberta,
With all of Flo-ri-da,
Shouts, “It’s Great to be a Gator, Hooray!”

(Fade Out)

Who’s the school that has three football champs?
Louder, Louder
Basketball champions, back to back?
Louder, y’all!
Who’s the school that won both in the same year!?
I can’t hear you!
Who has the best parties every damn year!?
Turn-up, Turn-up, Turn-up, Turn-up,

Who’s making all that noise!?
Ga-tor Na-tion!
Them rowdy girls and those raucous boys!?
Ga-tor Na-tion
Who makes loud noise everywhere they’re at!!?
Ga-tor Na-tion
Where’s the source!? Who’s behind that!?
Gator Nation’s where it’s at.

Sports school all day, do you all hear that!?
We bring the noise on court and grass;
Party school, that’s right, yeah, you best believe that,
Lead the list at first: top of the class.
Ain’t behind UF? You finish last,
We run the state, State’s fading fast,
The power’s in the hands of the Orange and Blue brass,
Burying the Gold is a treasured task.
So you rep F-State? We couldn’t give two shits,
We holler for UF, baby, Mr. Two Bits,
We make Seminoles flinch: that’s another two hits,
The reason why on our field you only hear true hits:

What we’ve released is The Best of Florida.

AKA Champions, we’ll call that the subtitle,
Ain’t no substitute for an FBS title,
Most don’t know what it’s like to be the best, but we know,
Thanks to names like Wuerffel and Tim Tebow.
Men like Spurrier and Meyer helped bring what we show:
A spirit in the Swamp, planted, that we grow.

At Gator Growl our spirit—can’t be beat,
Gators turn up, F-State’s on pre-heat,
Soon as they come out, it’s time to sink our teeth,
We give the Gator Chomp whenever foes got beef.

When anybody dreams of doing up our boys,
They soon wake up when we make our noise.
I said,

You wanna live college? Buddy, look no more,
Every school’s got parties, we’ve got more,
Midtown, Downtown, let the good times pour,
Clink it up, drink it up, ask the ‘keep for more.
At Swamp Restaurant, we do it up Midtown,
Suck the bar dry, then we head Downtown,
Midtown or Downtown our party circle’s year round,
Drink till we drop, then Haslem—we rebound.

O’Connell’s best shots are on air, Noah’s Arc,
The stories that we made do our telling like a nark,
We’re the center of the sport that’s cuz the Gators hit the mark,
Joakim hit the Bulls’ eye; Billy led us out the dark.

Champions back to back, like, who does that?
B-Ball and Football: same year?
Who does that!?
And the best part about it is that we’re not done,
Winning is our ID cuz every “Gator 1”

When anybody dreams of doing up our boys,
They soon wake up when we make our noise.
You’ll hear ’em say,

And we make noise up there in Club West,
When it comes to research we’re the Sunshine’s best,
We’re known for lightning, but we’re roaring thunder,
In audiology, our noise adds to the wonder:
Of a school where every held book makes a thud,
Then Gators turn around and party down in the mud.
We eat in the Swamp, bleed in the Swamp, and on Saturdays, Gators live for the Swamp,
We survive Circumstance then make it to the Pomp,
At the quarter of the hour up on Century Tower,
We heard the bells ring and we let our boots stomp,
Until we went to depart—on from Gainesville,
We may have graduated but each Gator gains still,
Florida degrees lead to jobs that’s hard to find,
Read the Alligator; we’ll be in the headlines,
You’ll read on Gators gone and are still making noise,
A Gator Nation member’s what this nation employs,
What’s that, haters? I didn’t catch that…
There’s too much damn noise here from where I’m at,
They’re parting words now, but alums say it later:
It’s Great to Be:

A Florida Gator.

From Alma Mater Vol. 4: The South
You can read the full four-volume Alma Mater collection here.
©2017. Original Clyde Aidoo. All rights reserved

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Florida Tech University Poem

Posted on June 17, 2026 by clydeaidoo — Leave a comment

*Florida Tech*

Through science, Florida Tech has been to the stars.
With astronauts and aviators ascending in the study of aeronautics,
We have risen as a force in Florida education.
Florida Tech has indeed sent many to the stars. Above the realm of reality and even beyond science itself from what can only be described as natural helium. It is attained not from the gadgets of a Rocket Engine being handled in F.W. Olin, but the moment when two hands touch while reaching for its casing…
Even if it is only one of them that swiftly blasts off.
It is when combustion is felt between Panthers in Melbourne apartments,
including when it’s just a temporary spark.
And it is not through the Ortega Telescope, but rather in the dote of a companion
in the flora of the Botanical Garden,
Where Panthers see what it’s like to live in outer space.
Sometimes a pat on the back from the right professor is all it takes to thrust confidence sky high;
and sometimes it’s a hug from a castmate after a stellar College Players performance at Gleason that lets you know you’ve found your calling.
Both in the classrooms and the laboratory of life,
Panthers learn best through hands-on learning.
Above All,
We’ve learned that High Tech can lift us many places
&
That there is none such as
The Human Touch.

From Alma Mater Vol. 4: The South
You can read the full four-volume Alma Mater collection here.
©2017. Original Clyde Aidoo. All rights reserved

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University of Miami Poem (College Poetry)

Posted on June 16, 2026 by clydeaidoo — Leave a comment

*The University of Miami*

Great is the Truth, now, come, let’s talk about it,
If folks want the truth, how come the haters doubt it?
You wanna talk truth? Come around let’s talk about it,
The topic and the school?
It’s All About the U.

Great is the Truth, now, come, let’s talk about it,
If folks want the truth, how come the Gators doubt it?
Bring the Gator Nation; bring the Seminoles, too,
They already knew,
It’s All About the U.

You wanna talk ball? Settle in, let’s talk about it,
Y’all don’t wanna scrap, like, “settle down, let’s talk about it,”
Foes shout them fightin’ words, and when they don’t take ’em back,
‘Canes intercept their hopes, and like Reed we take it back.
We take it to the house, touchdown, boom Touchdown Tommy,
Fact is a Hurricane brings more hurt than a Tsunami,
We have five champs, teams that revolutionized
The sport of football, haters better recognize.

Wanna talk the best football schools? Let’s Go.
Some carry on debates, even though they all know,
There is one leader, one standard, one school,
&
There is no truth, no truth without The U.

You wanna talk beauty? Well, then, let’s talk about it,
Don’t have to talk long, not when all these bodies shout it,
Bros wearing tank-tops, muscles bulgin’ like The Rock,
And all the yacht honeys got ’em rockin’ at the dock.
The thing about Miami is the Heat is always nice,
And outdoor play with hotties is the true Miami Vice,
The sum of hot people in Miami is insane,
Yes, it’s great to be: A Miami Hurricane.

You wanna talk the hottest student body? Let’s Go.
Some carry on debates, even though they all know,
There is one campus, one standard, one school,
&
There is no truth, no truth without The U.

You wanna talk parties? Can’t wait, let’s talk about it,
Some say they party hard, we don’t talk, we be about it,
We drink up at The Rat, on campus, then we rove
To all the bars and clubs that are linin’ up The Grove.
The nightlife peps our spirits like the Hurricane Howl,
We go wreck every bar, that’s the Hurricane prowl,
Those sayin’ we’re the best, speak that truth go on & preach,
Cuz there is no club like the clubs in South Beach.

You wanna talk the best nightlife? Let’s Go.
Some carry on debates, even though they all know,
There is one campus, one city, one school,
&
There is no truth, no truth without The U.

You wanna talk best college? Well? Whatchu waitin’ for?
The convo turns one-sided and unchanging, what a bore,
The best programs of music and great courses testify
Miami is the school the other schools are tested by.
Parties, Learning, Football, Florida’s only Big Three,
Are all in Miami, throw U’s up, let ’em see.
You think your school is better? Tell me, dude, who lied to you?
That convo has one truth, butt in the middle is The U.

You wanna talk the best college life? Let’s Go.
Some carry on debates, even though they all know,
There is one campus, one standard, one school,
&
There is no truth, no truth without The U.

From Alma Mater Vol. 4: The South
You can read the full four-volume Alma Mater collection here.
©2017. Original Clyde Aidoo. All rights reserved

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Auburn University Poem (College Poetry)

Posted on June 15, 2026 by clydeaidoo — Leave a comment

*Auburn University*

There is a head bowed in the locker room of Jordan-Hare stadium moments before kickoff. Although the time for prayer has come and gone with the rest of his teammates, his head remains bent in mediation. The gladiator sits alone before joining the Tigers in the coliseum, preparing himself for the battle that lies ahead. Although the field is his cathedral, this locker room is his sanctuary. He sits on the bench after his team has already run out onto the field… His pads rest heavy, yet easy. His gloves squeeze tight and the cleats on his feet are bound for wear. His uniform acts as both the sheath for his weapon and the very cause of the war ahead. He reaches down to his right, momentarily breaking the lull, in order to grab hold of his helmet…both the shelter and guardian for his restless mind. As a senior, he has fought in many battles in Auburn, Alabama. Some inside the classroom as a component of a top-class academic institution. And many out on the turf that now awaits him to defend the honor of his Alma Mater. Though his experience is large, the tension that stirs within seems to only grow, never more than today and in this very moment.

Warrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr…EAGLE, HEY!

It rings in his ears daily, never louder than on Gameday. Never sharper than when the Eagle flaps above the field, a premonition for the Tigers who aim to Soar above the Tide.
He hears these words, “War Eagle,”
He hears all the fans who cheer him ahead,
He hears this support and it brings him peace,
But when he thinks of Crimson,
He sees Red.

As he remains seated on the bench, his psyche is uneased, for he still hears voices. He hears the stirring words uttered moments ago from his head coach still wedged in his head. He hears the wise and uplifting words he’s studied from men like George Petrie, “Shug” Jordan, Gene Chizik, and men like Bo who Know how to be successful, and what it means to be an Auburn Tiger.
He can hear the gospel from these wise men,
Men from the Navy and Orange who have led,
He hears these words and it brings him peace,
But when he thinks of Crimson,
He sees Red.

The crowd is as anxious as he. He can already hear the cheer of “Bodda Getta,” and it brings him calm; it brings him comfort, but such thoughts are interrupted by Crimson, and when such thoughts emerge,
He sees Red.

And he has heard the many cheers during the Tiger walk…Days when the team was on their way to meet the Bulldogs of Georgia. And always at the first glimpse of Black,
Immediately,
He sees Red.

And today, as he prepares to meet the Tide full force, he stands at once, and pulls on his helmet. He snaps up and before exiting the locker room, he leaves one final thought in this sacred room:

Someone better tell the damn Tide—the only thing that will be rolling tonight:
Will be the trees of Toomer’s Corner.

He then runs out onto the field to join his brigade. Surrounded by the deafening screams by the thousands.
But in the midst of the Tide he drowns everything out. All that remains:
War
War
War

His marching orders come from the school—all in attendance;
&
They sound independently inside his head:

 Soar High over the Tide
War Damn Eagle
 Destroy
 Destroy
 Destroy

From Alma Mater Vol. 4: The South
You can read the full four-volume Alma Mater collection here.
©2017. Original Clyde Aidoo. All rights reserved

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University of South Alabama Poem (College Poetry)

Posted on June 14, 2026 by clydeaidoo — Leave a comment

*South Alabama*

From your very first day, your claws are formed.

It’s all so beautiful I know. The beaches covered in white sand,
The pulchritude of youth spread on the mainland.
Do not be intimidated.
It is all waiting on you.

Let the Jaguar maim the babe in the woods.
Then set your sights on the beauty of Mobile,
with the freedom of the USA.

In such an environment as this,
The more you assail the beauty,
The more you add to it.
Don’t fight it. Attack.

For these years are running and they are so tender,
Yet they are longing for your claws.

From Alma Mater Vol. 4: The South
You can read the full four-volume Alma Mater collection here.
©2017. Original Clyde Aidoo. All rights reserved

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UA Huntsville Poem (College Poetry)

Posted on June 13, 2026 by clydeaidoo — Leave a comment

*UAHuntsville*

Charge to your completion,
volts mix not with water but with secretion,
Electricity’s best when it is wet
Drenched from the charge of the
Workman’s sweat.
Allow it to flow onto
Big Springs
onward to merge into
Big Things
that remain in the current of charmed Huntsville,
Living throughout
The knowledge hunt’s kill.
Let yourself come loose through Big Spring Jam,
and arrive where “Want to Be” progresses to “Am.”
Huntsville is where electricity is felt through scenery,
and at Charger Union there is transparency
through the glass, the horses, the whole atmosphere,
that this school is for discovery of who you’re meant to be.
Do not let life pass by on highways of what ifs,
take charge & directions in finding your gifts,
Run unplugged till the drive is felt, and then:
Go. Where You.
Begin.

From Alma Mater Vol. 4: The South
You can read the full four-volume Alma Mater collection here.
©2017. Original Clyde Aidoo. All rights reserved

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University of Alabama Poem (College Poetry)

Posted on June 12, 2026 by clydeaidoo — Leave a comment

*Alabama Crimson Tide*

Two Words. There are two words that tremor the state of Alabama and the cores from which they leap every time they are uttered. Two words that summarize everything that every member of this university is feeling. It’s heard every day. Everywhere. It’s heard in all the dorm rooms, the classrooms, and everywhere on campus and throughout Tuscaloosa. They travel across Alabama, through the four winding rivers, up every creek and trail, and just as sure as a hummingbird chirps in the spring, freshmen can’t wait for the fall. Where they can join the movement that has been carried through the fields and into the hearts of grandparents, fathers, mothers, and kinfolk all through the state of color and cliffs and finally know the words fully by heart. They’ve heard the words on the TV set and if you live in ‘Bama, chances are, you’ve said them more times than you can count. It’s said whenever Alabamans feel that little something nudge inside them. Sometimes it’s spoken calmly…other times it’s belted loud. No matter the inflection: it’s always said proud. It’s said by great leaders like Paul Bryant and Nick Sabin. Legends like Bart Starr, Joe Namath, Don Hutson. It’s said when you’re in the middle of a celebration party after one of our 15, damn straight, 15 National Championships. It’s said when folks are smack dab in the middle of the fun on The Strip and is repeated over and over somewhere in the stands of Bryant-Denny Stadium. If you’re a native of Alabama, you know these words because you’ve felt them down to your bones ever since you were still in the womb. And though every region knows the Tide coming is for them, we ain’t ever leaving Sweet Home Alabama. This is where we belong and where we’re always meant to be. This is Tuscaloosa, Alabama. Where life couldn’t be any better. And how sweet it feels to express this in these two special words; especially for the very first time:

I’m Home.

(Set to the Melody of “Sweet Home Alabama” by Lynyrd Skynyrd)

(Guitar Intro)

Turn it up…

….

Warm reels keep on turnin’…
Pull for Crimson; Team, bring it in…
What a catch for Alabama…
Take it home, and then do it again,
Now that’s another win…
Yes.

Well, their Aubie talked about us…
Well, we had to put him down…
When her owners came to teach us…
They learned a lesson ’bout how to fight—showed ’em how.

Roll Tide, Alabama…
White & Crimson rush on through…
Roll Tide, Alabama…
Tide, our city runs through you.

(12-second guitar solo)

In Auburnland they love the Tigers (boo, boo, boo),
They failed but did all they could do…
The Iron Bowl record does not: boootther us…
Tigers, does it bother you?
Tell the truth.

Roll Tide, Alabama…
Here the Red burns Auburn Blue…
Roll Tide, Alabama…
Tide, our city runs through you.
Here they come,
Roll, Alabama

(12-second Guitar Solo)

Now, the Capstone feels the Tide rise,
And yeah, we’re known to sing a tune or two,
Rama Jama; Yea Alabama,
This gives us fuel to scorch the Blue
And that’s what we do.

Roll Tide, Alabama
(Oh, Roll Tide)
Here the Red burns Auburn Blue,
(Now ain’t that true…)
Roll Tide, Alabama
Tide, our city runs through you.

Roll Tide, Alabama
White & Crimson rush on through,
Roll Tide, Alabama
Tide, our city runs through you.

Any questions—Roll Tide’s the answer.

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St. Martin’s University Poem (College Poetry)

Posted on June 11, 2026 by clydeaidoo — Leave a comment

*St. Martin’s University*

Patrons give in the honor of something immense,
A faith or a love; both something intense,
Before Saints are carried off into the past tense:

If it’s the heart where it all must end,
Then it’s the heart where we all must start.

Kings of Hearts are crowned by what’s said,
How they walked, then Kings are led
To Queens’ dizzy love—off with their heads,

Because if the heart is where it must end,
Then it’s a heart where we must begin.

They swoon at the Gala, tied to the nines,
They go to be romanced—in Wine & Dines,
A heart that is beating is a face that shines

For if the heart is where it must end,
Then it’s the heart where all we must start.

St. Martin of Tours believed in the cures
For a weakened heart—that’s poor & endures
The pain inside but the gain of love lures

If it’s the heart where it all must end,
Then it’s the heart where all we must start.

Saints study Christ and Think with the Heart,
One that chooses love is sorted as smart,
Love has brought us here so it’s how we’ll depart,

If it’s the heart where this all must end,
Then mending a heart is where we shall begin.

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Westminster College Poem (College Poetry)

Posted on June 10, 2026 by clydeaidoo — Leave a comment

*Westminster College*

They held hands at the top of the mountain, with the snow tucked beneath their feet.
Before he let go, he looked at her with a smile, and said,
“I’ll see you down there.”
Then they raced, not unlike their hearts.
Those words were shared between the couple for a lifetime,
the last time
Was three years ago, when once again, they braced to let go.
As he prepared to leave for Westminster, and she had to go away to Alton for a year,
He kissed her hand one last time, and told her,
“Don’t worry. I’ll see you down there.”
And he did, when she, too, enrolled and began attending the school…but it isn’t until
Kiss the Griffin night,
That she officially became a Griffin.
After graduation, they went on to wed and start a family.
One day, as they both unwound from a day’s work, they shared a night of ease and leisure like the ones they shared in Stock Hall. He told her he would go join the kids and begin prepping dinner. She then told him before he took off,
“OK, I’ll see you down there.”
He paused and glanced at her before taking down the stairs,

And they laughed happily ever after.

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Utah State University Poem (College Poetry)

Posted on June 9, 2026 by clydeaidoo — Leave a comment

*Utah State University*

New to USU & you wanna be True Blue?
Listen to this, Seal it with a Kiss.
Think the Aggie lifestyle is truly meant for you?
Listen to this, Seal it with a Kiss.
Like a shot aimed directly for the backboard,
Aggies cannot miss, Seal it with a Kiss.
If you want to seal your fate and jump on aboard,
Then listen to this, Seal it with a Kiss.

You’re not True Blue till you’ve had the ice cream,
Try the Bull Tracks, and you’ll come right back.
You ain’t really Blue till you join the HURD to scream,
At games in the Spectrum where Aggies refract.

Homecoming is a fine time to be an Aggie,
And it is where many of the new become Aggies,
Some choose to take the other traveled route of Block A,
And become a True Aggie with true lover’s OK.
A kiss is what it takes, then the Blue is yours to take,
Yes, kissing does indeed: A fine Aggie make.

New to USU & you wanna be True Blue?
Listen to this, Seal it with a Kiss.
Think the Aggie lifestyle is truly meant for you?
Listen to this, Seal it with a Kiss.
Like a rebound grabbed that you took into your mitts,
Grab on to his miss, Seal love with a Kiss.
And if you want to seal the deal and feel the love fits,
Girls, grab on to his lips, Seal it with a Kiss.

The HURD is stomping, the HURD is loud,
The HURD is the Utah State screaming home crowd!
Our team is the Aggies who won four straight
Conference championships back from ’08.
Basketball in Utah ushers in a lot of noise,
A sport many Aggies have played since they were boys,
A sport where Aggies never say, “I’m Alone.”
But when their friends took Stockton, they did say, “I’m Malone.”
If you believe in the Aggies then you’re already in,
And together
I-I-I-I
I Believe That We Will Win!
I Believe That We Will Win!
I Believe That We Will Win!
I Believe That We Will Win!
I Believe That We Will Win!
I Believe That We Will Win!

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