Southern Miss Poem (Alma Mater Vol. 4)

*Southern Miss*

(Set to the Melody of “Bad Moon Rising” by Creedence Clearwater Revival)

I see—Gold Eagles arisin’,
I see—touchdowns on the way….
I see—these Spacious Skies heightnin’
I see—Good times today…

Ya’ll come watch the flight,
Well it’s bound to change your life,
Theerre’s—Gold Eagles—on the Rise.

I see—gunslingers—athrowin’
I know—they’re passin’ through to score…
I see—records overflowin’…
From one—who’s always #4.

Ya’ll come watch the flight,
Well it’s bound to change your life,
Theerre’s—Gold Eagles—on the Rise.

Allll-right

~20-second Interlude~

Hope you—got no medication,
Hope you—are quite prepared to live,
Looks like—the Eagle Fever’s nation…
Will spread—till uninfected give…

Weelll,
Ya’ll come watch the flight,
Well it’s bound to change your life,
Theerre’s—Gold Eagles—on the Rise.

Ya’ll come watch the flight,
Well it’s bound to change your life,
Theerre’s—Gold Eagles—on the Rise.

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Dream Match

*Dream Match*

Close your eyes
&
Dream with Me.

And together:
Let’s ask the age-old question,
“What if?”

What if two people at their best could defy time and space and meet in the middle of the circle? Not the squared circle, but the blue circle. I’m talkin’ bigger than
Tyson vs. Ali,
M.J. vs. LeBron,
Hogan vs. Sammartino,
more magical than
Batman vs. Superman.
And in this match—
We wouldn’t have to wonder who would win, because it’d be obvious that they both would.
Yes, what if there was a time machine where centuries and decades could come together for the purpose of trampling over time limits—to give us our perfect match?
What if 1987’s Brian Collins met 1924’s Betty Bell?
What if 1996’s Andy Turner met 1795’s Tina Reed?
What if 2010’s Anna Gomez met 1906’s Julius Williams?
Some may wonder what if 1955’s Marilyn Monroe met 1999’s Brad Pitt. But no—you don’t have to be famous to have a Dream Match.
Anybody could create magic—if only they had the chance to meet.
What if our perfect match isn’t in our beds, schools, or hometowns, but in another generation, era…or another town?
Yes, what if 2013’s Chris Wilson from Philadelphia met 2013’s Demetria Wells from Kentucky?
These would all make for quite the showdowns, and something would have to give; most certainly it would be two hearts—of which they would so
gladly give.
In return the world would witness a true dream match: years & years already in the making.
“Some may say I’m a dreamer, but I’m not the only one.”
So open your eyes now but don’t stop dreaming:
For yourself, the lonely, and the departed:
To meet our
Match ― Made
In Heaven.

You can read the Kirkus Review for Art of Mind III Below:

https://www.kirkusreviews.com/book-reviews/original-clyde-aidoo/art-of-mind-iii/

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Dream Match

*Dream Match*

Close your eyes
&
Dream with Me.

And together:
Let’s ask the age-old question,
“What if?”

What if two people at their best could defy time and space and meet in the middle of the circle? Not the squared circle, but the blue circle. I’m talkin’ bigger than
Tyson vs. Ali,
M.J. vs. LeBron,
Hogan vs. Sammartino,
more magical than
Batman vs. Superman.
And in this match—
We wouldn’t have to wonder who would win, because it’d be obvious that they both would.
Yes, what if there was a time machine where centuries and decades could come together for the purpose of trampling over time limits—to give us our perfect match?
What if 1987’s Brian Collins met 1924’s Betty Bell?
What if 1996’s Andy Turner met 1795’s Tina Reed?
What if 2010’s Anna Gomez met 1906’s Julius Williams?
Some may wonder what if 1955’s Marilyn Monroe met 1999’s Brad Pitt. But no—you don’t have to be famous to have a Dream Match.
Anybody could create magic—if only they had the chance to meet.
What if our perfect match isn’t in our beds, schools, or hometowns, but in another generation, era…or another town?
Yes, what if 2013’s Chris Wilson from Philadelphia met 2013’s Demetria Wells from Kentucky?
These would all make for quite the showdowns, and something would have to give; most certainly it would be two hearts—of which they would so
gladly give.
In return the world would witness a true dream match: years & years already in the making.
“Some may say I’m a dreamer, but I’m not the only one.”
So open your eyes now but don’t stop dreaming:
For yourself, the lonely, and the departed:
To meet our
Match ― Made
In Heaven.

You can read the Kirkus Review for Art of Mind III Below:

https://www.kirkusreviews.com/book-reviews/original-clyde-aidoo/art-of-mind-iii/

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Barry University Poem (Alma Mater Vol. 4)

*Barry University*

You can observe it here, but it’s present everywhere.

Barry University was built with catholic tenets and resided in Dominican heritage,
but its inclusion can be seen in the diversity spotted in Miami Shores that reaches out progressively each year on this campus, beginning with a kick-off BBQ where wedges are carried away like a Golf Cart Parade and the spoken word of solidarity comes together in concert with these different forms where their different norms becomes a multicultural tradition including Bucfest where Barry Beauties flex the power of the gift of laughter.
There is a reason we don’t name our Block Party after Barry: It’s Universal,
And like our H20, the water shared goes beyond this pool or the one named after Gene,
It is in all of us
Like the love for Miami’s Moonlight Madness
And the capacity to transform tribal beliefs into an inner knowledge that drowns out empty word wars and crashes the political parties by driving past the dividers

Into a place where the phrase “All White Party” allows every background to GLO.

We would love to take credit for something found throughout these Shores by showing off our student body
which shows what makes America so beautiful.
But no, it’s everywhere.

From the most rural hut of the deep south to the fierce nightclubs of Miami Florida.
It’s in the natural bob of the head when the music of artists from different ethnicities vibrates in the soul of the most vocal tribalist.
It is in the cheer when someone whose appearance could not be more different from one’s own catches the game-winning touchdown pass whether here at home or somewhere up north in Poughkeepsie. And it’s in every contribution left in life’s account from donators believed to be blacklisted
Which has already infiltrated the guardian’s DNA.

There are some who upon learning how many try to keep outsiders from entering their homes through preemptive mandate or premarital disownership, forget what even these guardians don’t seem to realize:
Their home has been open to all—all along.
For no matter how many doors may be slammed across the region, they cannot shut the world out.

We wish we could tell you this is a Barry thing. Then take pride in it. And tell you to enroll to experience this utopia. But no. The fact is, though it may be more pronounced on this campus, this truth speaks for itself in the shared moments with those not present and how this great American experiment has already made America great again, and again, and again, whenever a happy home shares its joy with the intruder it cannot keep out.

Buccaneers who have ventured to leave their barred space to discover a site where love is explored in all its different shades:

Welcome to your new home…

But you’ve been living there all along.

You can preview and purchase Alma Mater Vol. 4 below:

You can also find the link to the entire four-volume collection below as well!

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Barry University (Alma Mater Vol. 4)

*Barry University*

You can observe it here, but it’s present everywhere.

Barry University was built with catholic tenets and resided in Dominican heritage,
but its inclusion can be seen in the diversity spotted in Miami Shores that reaches out progressively each year on this campus, beginning with a kick-off BBQ where wedges are carried away like a Golf Cart Parade and the spoken word of solidarity comes together in concert with these different forms where their different norms becomes a multicultural tradition including Bucfest where Barry Beauties flex the power of the gift of laughter.
There is a reason we don’t name our Block Party after Barry: It’s Universal,
And like our H20, the water shared goes beyond this pool or the one named after Gene,
It is in all of us
Like the love for Miami’s Moonlight Madness
And the capacity to transform tribal beliefs into an inner knowledge that drowns out empty word wars and crashes the political parties by driving past the dividers

Into a place where the phrase “All White Party” allows every background to GLO.

We would love to take credit for something found throughout these Shores by showing off our student body
which shows what makes America so beautiful.
But no, it’s everywhere.

From the most rural hut of the deep south to the fierce nightclubs of Miami Florida.
It’s in the natural bob of the head when the music of artists from different ethnicities vibrates in the soul of the most vocal tribalist.
It is in the cheer when someone whose appearance could not be more different from one’s own catches the game-winning touchdown pass whether here at home or somewhere up north in Poughkeepsie. And it’s in every contribution left in life’s account from donators believed to be blacklisted
Which has already infiltrated the guardian’s DNA.

There are some who upon learning how many try to keep outsiders from entering their homes through preemptive mandate or premarital disownership, forget what even these guardians don’t seem to realize:
Their home has been open to all—all along.
For no matter how many doors may be slammed across the region, they cannot shut the world out.

We wish we could tell you this is a Barry thing. Then take pride in it. And tell you to enroll to experience this utopia. But no. The fact is, though it may be more pronounced on this campus, this truth speaks for itself in the shared moments with those not present and how this great American experiment has already made America great again, and again, and again, whenever a happy home shares its joy with the intruder it cannot keep out.

Buccaneers who have ventured to leave their barred space to discover a site where love is explored in all its different shades:

Welcome to your new home…

But you’ve been living there all along.

You can preview and purchase Alma Mater Vol. 4 below:

You can also find the link to the entire four-volume collection below as well!

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The Saddest Love Lamented

*The Saddest Love Lamented*

Relationships, crushes on a familiar face ending in premature rejection that terminates a one-sided courtship…even engagements and marriage that falter before and after the altar…each have completed chapters. There’s no need to ask what would happen when you’ve already finished the book.

Sometimes it’s the ones we wished to know, who leave the biggest question of what could have been, and whether or not you would have been good together. And sometimes, we only have one chance to determine if Love at First Sight really does exist. If that chance is not seized, it remains a case of “You never know.”

And if you never see her again, you have to live with it for the rest of your life…maybe that very fact proves:

That love at last sight is real.

There she is.
There she goes.
The one chance you had—you’ve blown…
There’s nothing like wondering
What Could’ve Been—
With a girl you’ve
Never Known.

You can read the Kirkus Review for Art of Mind III Below:

https://www.kirkusreviews.com/book-reviews/original-clyde-aidoo/art-of-mind-iii/

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FAMU (Alma Mater Vol. 4)

*FAMU*

What up, FAM?

Rattlers. You know the ones. The ones that never shed the Orange and Green.
They only bust it open for anyone who wants to bleed with them. Eat with them.
Their only formality is Southern Hospitality. The rest….you’ll just find out when you get here.

What up, Famo?

When you do get here, that is what you’ll hear.
Then you’ll hear the Marching 100, and the world’s cage
Rattled by steppers who come out
to help show what FAMU’s about.
So
What is up, FAMU?

Sheeit, nuhttin’. Just changing perceptions in every direction with every course section.
Like the ones signed for in Pharmacy, and the ones read about when great Journalism is covered.
And the false perception of who Rattlers are, what they’re about, and who they let in.
They think FAMU is about Black. Nah, son.
It’s all about that Orange and Green.
In the wise words of the great Thurgood Marshall, the highest tribute to humanity is when we recognize the humanity of our fellow beings. So when a degree is earned by a native of one of the different 70+ countries of Rattlers from every color, they all say the same thing to employers, doubters, and anybody who think they got us checked:
You better recognize.
This Greek Life? You better recognize.
The nightlife? You better recognize.
The Marching Hun’ed? You better recognize.
The world has changed a lot since 1887, and if you can’t tell the difference between real change that Rattles today and all the counterfeit:
You better recognize.
And when you recognize, you might just realize,
That this is the school for you, and if you do,
When you get here we will extend our greeting:

What up,
Welcome to the Family.

You can preview and purchase Alma Mater Vol. 4 below:

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