The George Washington University

*The George Washington University*

The facts are in.
They’re in the printed papers of this Colony of Patriots
Who Hatchet the iron curtain
with the arm of
The Press,
The First Amendment is what each speech
in Jack Morton
is first
To address.
It is the sounding passage of the speakers on stage,
transcribed in their very presence before their first phrase.
All GW organizations
From the Dems to Republicans
come together on the position that
Liberty is a law we each must defend,
These opposing sides adjoin on this end.
Regardless of your alliances, we all have the freedom to listen,
so when you hear a moving speech,
Remember,
You do have the freedom to cross over to the other side.

The nation’s best gathers in this capital within its
Intellectual Hub and
Unite nations like the IAS.
We are a republic of “potent engines” filled with ambition
supplanting political power with the public voice.
We take after the monuments of this capital,
Taking the same steps of Lincoln and Washington
to fight for the right to stand apart
as we protect this equal ground.
George Washington University takes command
of this duty from those who pass the buck to Colonials
as the currency of today’s times becomes lifetimes,
and this century converts to hundreds.

Deliver the orders of this nation’s charge to George Washington—
In Us
You Can Trust.

From Alma Mater Vol. 2: The Northeast
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Copyright © 2015 Clyde Aidoo

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The Catholic University of America Poem

*The Catholic University of America*

The Lord’s clear, unspoken words:
“Let there be right.”

We will take the Way of the Cross,
&
Encounter with the Spirit,
Unwavering Cardinals near it
Through prayer, worship, and retreats,
MLK Service that day and all weeks,
Finding injustice so we can clear it.

Founded by Bishops, led by Cardinals,
CUA believes in the power of alms,
A power given from cleansing palms,
Delivering good like the mothers who lift,
Children too are a gift,
As written in Psalms.

God is our light, as well as our path,
Headed where the righteous share what we do,
Meeting our Lord will bare what we knew,
In this kingdom spread—for all the dedicated,
Here, where our faith will not be validated…
It
Shall
Renew.

From Alma Mater Vol. 2: The Northeast
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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.

From Alma Mater Vol. 2: The Northeast
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University of Delaware Poem

*UD*

By ratifying the United States Constitution in 1787,
Delaware not only became the first state of our
remarkable country,
but it enabled citizens like the Blue Hens
to wade the river onto Delaware,
Receiving payouts of freedom
in this settlement.
These wings have taken programs in horticulture to new grounds,
and in physical therapy & engineering, our anthem sounds:
“Knowledge is the light of the mind,”
And every soil
Must have light.

This is where American soil was first planted,
Where it was signed that our freedom
had been granted.

That freedom is still found in Delaware today,
You can hear them say,
U…S…A…

Blue Hens rejoice
U…S…A…

This is our voice
U….S…A…

Let Freedom Ring
U…S…A…
U…S…A…
U…S…A…

USA! USA! USA! USA!

UD is where freedom is celebrated every day.
Where we ring the Victory Bell every time
The Blue Hens Strike.
Where the best cheerleaders in the nation show how
Gleeful we are to be here.
Where the marching band twirls the school spirit in the air,
And it falls right into the Cockpit.
GO UD! Demonstrate the liberty of our country!
Freshmen who are new to freedom celebrate by
Revolting Russell’s policies…
Smoking.
Drinking.
Vandalizing the sanctity of quiet hours.
These values persist as Hens move up to Ray Street,
and is a staple in the rooms of Dickinson.
Similarly to the signers of our constitution,
in the party scene, Delaware
Dares to be First.
Including house parties where no one
Dares to be first,
At UD,
No one dares to keep thirst.

There is binge drinking found on Main Street,
Chased up
With Kate’s nachos and Grotto Pizza.
Hens enjoy a warm meal up on Iron Hill,
and wash it all down again with a
home-brewed cold lager.

Main Street is where like our
Prize-winning Cheerleaders,
We give censorship the flip-off.
We remind our countrymen through our riot:
That we are on a strict no-give-a-fuck diet.

This, fellow Americans,
Is the New Revolution:
College debauchery and drunkenness at its finest.

This is what independence looks like.
Fellow Americans,
Let Freedom Ring:

UD! UD! UD! UD!

From Alma Mater Vol. 2: The Northeast
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University of Connecticut Poem

*UConn*

Sons of Connecticut,
Beget!
Spawn a legacy
they shall never forget!
Navy Men,
Defend this court,
Let invaders know
This is our sport.

Hold the colors steady and strong,
The Navy & White outlined with red,
Hoist banners of years waged & conquered,
A testament to Husky men who have led:

Commanders like Ollie & Jim Calhoun,
Who in strategy’s belly are always consumed,
Minding the notes of the cadence of shots,
Assuring Huskies have positions assumed.

Captains like Allen, Gordon, and Walker
Remained on guard as UConn’s floor generals,
Forwards like Hamilton aimed and let it Rip,
Finding the targets & winning in general.

Huskies salute to
Connecticut’s sons,
Inside of Ted’s
and
Huskies Bar,
A river meets the mouth at King Hill Road,
Turn-up louder, yell where we are:

A party school with full provisions,
The constitution’s haven within bombs’ bursts,
UConn, found in Storrs, Connecticut:
The Center of the College Basketball Universe.

~ ~

Daughters of Connecticut,
Beget!
Birth a legacy
they shall never forget!
Navy Women,
Defend this court,
Let invaders know
This is our sport.

Joining the men to rule this nation,
Our women in total have won nine banners,
Breaking the record and still vying for more,
Enshrining the dome—Queens of the manor.

Showing basketball’s not just a king’s court,
With the co-ed dynasty of this sport.
Reigning together in 2004,
And in 2014 every adversary
Fell to the Queens who rejoined the Kings:

The 10-Year Royal Anniversary.

The commander of this fleet is Geno Auriemma,
Drilling firm habits into his platoon,
Directing the best win streak in college hoops,
At streak’s end, the winning resumes.

Captains like Ralph, Bird, Taurasi,
Remained on guard as UConn’s team leaders,
Lobo and Walters—Front and Center!
They kept us #1 as the game’s top-seeders.

Huskies salute to
Connecticut’s daughters,
And the best coach ever in women’s by far,
A steady rumstorm befalls the head in The Jungle,
Turn-up louder, yell where we are:

A party school with full provisions,
The constitution’s haven within bombs’ bursts,
Storrs, Connecticut: Home of the Huskies,
Center of the College Basketball Universe…

A space documented and well celebrated,
A legacy our
Sons and Daughters
Created.

From Alma Mater Vol. 2: The Northeast
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Quinnipiac University Poem

*Quinnipiac University*

A Quinnipiac Bobcat has found a quiet place in the woods of the Sleeping Giant State Park
a short walk from campus.
Hours after his slumber, and hours before each home game,
This is how he awakens.

It is the brunch hours of an autumn day, and the Bobcat
is marked with quiescence in these mountain trails
in the calm before he storms the TD Bank Sports Center.
But before he goes to win the Heroes’ Hat with his fellowmen,
He first must complete his ritual.

The Bobcat takes the Blue Trail of the park to a secret hiding place.
Hidden under leaves beneath the umbrage of a black oak, he finds a letterbox
left for his examination. With a knowing grin upon his face, he opens the note
left by his love. The message is simple and brief:

Meet me outside Toad’s Place after the game.

A custom shared by the couple after every win, though never formally
planned in advance. He now advances up to the chin of the mountain with an affecting view of the
Quinnipiac campus. As he prepares for tonight’s game, so do
His classmates who are currently chatting about it by the fireplace of the student center.
Some stayed up all night in the 24/7 library studying facts about the season and tonight’s opponents,
and there are also roommates making plans and sending invites to friends who will join them
at the face-off. Then they race off to watch the team conquer the so-called giant of Yale.

As the Bobcat looked out into the campus, he could only think of how touched he is
To be in one of the hottest hockey programs in the nation,
To be in a campus surrounded by such beauty,
And to have a lady love he was fortunate enough to meet

At Toad’s Place after the game.

From Alma Mater Vol. 2: The Northeast
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Yale University Poem

*Yale University*

These Bright College Years are made from the bonds of a blue solidarity.
The friendships that much like our towers—stand strong through the turns.
Hail Yale!
Gating an unmatched urban beauty carried by our pristine name;
Our safe Haven of a college experience resided only by owners,
&
Guarded by loyal Bulldogs.

Yale’s Gale
Is in our gusts of laughter; in the speed of our team rushing through Crimson—
Bypassing the impasse of blood’s course to sweat past the blocks and stay the course
to win the annual game.
When they ask you which school was left standing, with its valor and verve withstanding,
Proudly stand and like Handsome Dan:
Yell Yale.

In truth,
From within & in
the stacks of our multi-storied libraries,
We are the enlightened minds that
even from our windowless tombs—brighten this world.
When providing a tale of a historic prominence in college culture,
Tell Yale.

Illustrate the clean finish of our University Art Gallery as the
first university art museum. When describing the collections of modern American art that cross the Indo-Pacific and blend with over 100,000 assorted works, don’t leave out our distinguished social clubs that discuss the arts like the Lizzie.
Yale’s story is one of tradition. It is told in the songs of the Whiffenpoofs on Mondays when Yalies meet at Mory’s.
It is honor societies in an inclusive society, where being gay doesn’t warrant a secret society. At Yale, the victory over intolerance is celebrated in an annual Co-Op Dance:
Hail Yale!
Feel the draft of this beer relay where every background and color run together to further our tolerance as we make our rounds:
Pale Ale.
Though Bladderball is over, our bladders still answer the call:
Hail Yale!
We’ve housed many cups to swim in:
The Gimbel Cup where the highest GPA reigns,
In athletics and drinking where cups of forces have clashed—
That’s our
Tyng & Tang.
Yalies toss worries aside like a Frisbee by the Quad leading to Spring Fling,
our main attraction with music and co-action:
Moon-bouncing until the light fades into the break of day—when we find contemplation at the library courtyard,
marking our time in this chance we’ve been given:

The pyramid of Yale that leads to the sun.

We’ve reached the top of the college chain and when only seconds remain,
Ready feet smash clay pipes beneath the sun-induced tears,
and thus shut
these
Bright
College
Years.

From Alma Mater Vol. 2: The Northeast
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University of Wisconsin – Madison Poem

*UW—Madison*

Go On, Wisconsin.

Proceed as the Badgers that burrow through this state’s bureaus
&
Mine a line of reform that runs roughshod throughout these United States.
Stay the activists on the frontlines who major in change.
So say we, The People’s Republic of Madison.
The residents of The City of Four Lakes who occupy the reasonably radical in march for an advancing nation.

Advance, Wisconsin.

Inform the World with your voice that
War Is Not the Answer—
Only the Dub.

Go on, WHA and WSUM 91.7. Tell them about the havoc wreaked on Mifflin Street that the authorities tried to quell, but in unison:
We Rebelled.
This May Saturday is open to the entire block, and indeed the entire block of the Midwest.
Go on, Daily Cardinal and Badger Herald. Tell them about the all-campus parties that fall in the spring, then seem to spring again each winter, while other cities hold out for summer.
Tell them that Bucky throws a hell of a party.
Oh how we danced the night away at Club Bucky and then jammed till the break of dawn at Buckystock. And like all the other Badgers, Bucky still rises at the morning sun to carry the Cardinal and White flag out onto the field at Camp Randall Stadium.

Forward goes our driving spirit long before the football is even snapped. And when the game endures, our endurance only strengthens, as the stands quake by 80,000 Badgers Strong:
Jumping Around.

You haven’t had a football experience like this before; because you’ve never been in a town like this before. Where the town and school fuse as one family. Blood is thicker than water, and here in Wisconsin,
We all Bleed the Same Red.
When we claim Paul Bunyan’s Axe,
We Bleed.
When we plowed to the Rose Bowl Championship under Barry Alvarez,
We Bled Red.
When we claim the Heartland Trophy and The Big Ten Football Championship,
We Bust Open with Pride,
And spill onto the Kohl Center as
The Grateful Red
to cheer on Bo Ryan’s Crew
&
Never Fade Away.

Kohl Center remains solid on ice,
With the best fans in college hockey,
As in ’O6 when we celebrated twice,
With both Men’s & Women’s priding Bucky.

There goes Sara Bauer! Slashing through the lines!
Wisconsin showers women like Sara Bauer, who hold this town together much like a Mortar,
And the school needs women of wit and verve like Abby Taubner—
The promising
Weekend Reporters.

As visitors and residents remain in awe of our State Capitol, the Badgers of UW inhabit the Memorial Union.
They savor the Rathskeller Ale,
Then snowball fight on Bascom Hill.
These weekends make Madison a college city,
With parties in Ogg, Sellery, and Witte.

Before & after the party scene,
We maintain a spectacular scene.

Hangouts in the warmth of Memorial Union Terrace with kick-backs and snacks.
The students go sailing in voyages of vast & joyous waters with winds of discovery and crashes of camaraderie waiting on the shores. They row, row, row along this terrace, crafting new findings of beauty; and together breathing her name.

They walk along with wildlife down the smooth dirt course of Lakeshore Path: Living in touch with the striking colors of change in seasons, with a breathtaking view of Lake Mendota.

They settle at sweet summer spots like Picnic Point and Muir Knoll to draw in this divine creation.

This is the place where every person in our student body is a member of the Cheese Club,
Because no one can stop smiling.

God Bless this School.

This was meant to be your school.
Badgers, this was meant to be your song.

On, Wisconsin

From Alma Mater Vol. 1: The Midwest
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Copyright © 2014 Clyde Aidoo

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UW-Eau Claire Poem

*UW—Eau Claire*

When blue & gold come together…There is a beauty that lives by the river.
It is found all over Eau Claire,
which is why we have the most beautiful campus in state.
A campus where Blugolds intertwine and mingle with the meadows,
Whispering our motto through the breezes & it breaks the fence—
Excellence.
A word morphed into a campus-wide goal.
Our excellence is reflected in those we have hosted
inside our celebrated Forum.
Names of prominence like
Sherman Alexie, James Meredith, Gene Siskel, Martin Luther King, Jr…
Give our students a reality to aspire to become.

When you attend the Viennese Ball, and you waltz to a retreat in the eyes of your companion, recognize that in the background is our Jazz Ensemble—
That gives your love and every limb on this campus
A greatness to step towards.
These jazzy sounds give our feet the distance,
For there is excellence in their measure.

Eau Claire is where you can enjoy the festive college life wearing a gold evening gown to a Madrigal Dinner. It is the regality of a ball of formality, with nature as a necklace with a small-town charm.

Dance on in the arms of your lover.
When the song is over, you continue to sway.
And when you go home, you remember that excellence—
Grab hold of something great:

Play.

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UW-River Falls Poem

*UW—River Falls*

In our classrooms we sit together,
So that we can work together,
When class is over we stand together,
Like the Star-Spangled Banner, we have an anthem:
When you work together, you stand apart:
As soaring Falcons
who helped the world’s colors
Run Together
from worlds apart.

From Alma Mater Vol. 1: The Midwest
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