Hofstra University Poem

From Alma Mater Vol. 2: The Northeast
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*Hofstra University*

The red morning sky brings Gold,
White,
&
Blue,
A sky falling with “Dutchmen,”
Bring the wooden shoe;
For this name of the Dutchmen
Flies no more,
It’s with a new Purpose
The Pride Shall Roar.
In a spring fest, Hofstra
Goes Dutch,
Through Italy and Ireland
The senses touch—
Experiences of culture
along New York,
emanating in the air
along Newport.
On deck, we board destinations
of the globe,
And dwell in our Films
& Theatre in
Globe;
Lodging a Greek Life
that like David bares all:
our spirit of Pride
from the gates of fall.

We build floats and bonfires
to lead us Home,
And resist the departure
Of what we’ve known;
But know there’s a world
With red skies of dawn
That we can reach when all
From our muse
Is drawn.

We will leave the misery of defeat
as foreign,
And retain the habits that tour
Occurrence,
Italy, Ireland, all
U.S.A.,
Wherever there is beauty—
We’re on our way;
Hofstra is a world where we all
Take Pride,
And the purpose of world-taking
Takes the steadfast Pride.
The purpose of world-taking takes the steadfast Pride,
The purpose of world-taking takes the steadfast Pride.

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St. John’s University Poem

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St. John’s University*

“’Tis better to give than to receive.”
In this season of giving, the
white winter flakes dress a sweater of
inner warmth outside St. Augustine Hall
for the viewer. The wind is frosty—but shileding
of the nature of this tradition where the snow
brings bodies together.
Within the parameters of St. John’s University
and indeed out into
Queens, Manhattan, & All New York,
To the patterns of Christmas:
We Give.

We give the Bread of Life to the ailing
and underprivileged through
a food pantry & true goods
Rushed to the immobile.
We make Midnight Runs to
Shelters like St. Nick’s like St. Nick—
With red sacks of bundling that share
our school colors. In the struggle against
community downpouring, we are
The Storm Front
of bountiful outpourings.

We also give on campus:
Freshmen receiving free laptops upon entrance,
Live music & coffee at the DAC—where Johnnies
Can enjoy a cup of Joe.
Inside MSG, with assists from
Mark Jackson, Chris Mullin, and coaches like
Carnesecca & Lapchick—
We have given our school a history to be proud of:
A place on the Top 10 list of college basketball’s
Most winningest teams.

The Red Storm takes
The World’s Greatest Arena then
Plunges the World in a program that
Services places like New Salem, Lourdes, and Panama.
Back home we recognize that for some—this season
is often the loneliest,
so at Ozanam Hall we are always
Giving time back to the elderly.

The Ronald McDonald House of Long Island
helps alleviate the pain of children who
suffer, by lifting some of the struggle from those they love most.
And at Christmastime we sponsor families of hardship by
Providing those whose spirits were low:
The returned gift of hope,
That continues to give without furlough.

Christmas is a time to cherish the
Vincentian values,
and the Christmas wish found in the
Miracle of St. John’s—
Where we Give and we also Receive,
but we
never
Take
for granted.

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St. John’s University Poem

From Alma Mater Vol. 2: The Northeast
Available Now for only 99 cents!

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St. John’s University*

“’Tis better to give than to receive.”
In this season of giving, the
white winter flakes dress a sweater of
inner warmth outside St. Augustine Hall
for the viewer. The wind is frosty—but shileding
of the nature of this tradition where the snow
brings bodies together.
Within the parameters of St. John’s University
and indeed out into
Queens, Manhattan, & All New York,
To the patterns of Christmas:
We Give.

We give the Bread of Life to the ailing
and underprivileged through
a food pantry & true goods
Rushed to the immobile.
We make Midnight Runs to
Shelters like St. Nick’s like St. Nick—
With red sacks of bundling that share
our school colors. In the struggle against
community downpouring, we are
The Storm Front
of bountiful outpourings.

We also give on campus:
Freshmen receiving free laptops upon entrance,
Live music & coffee at the DAC—where Johnnies
Can enjoy a cup of Joe.
Inside MSG, with assists from
Mark Jackson, Chris Mullin, and coaches like
Carnesecca & Lapchick—
We have given our school a history to be proud of:
A place on the Top 10 list of college basketball’s
Most winningest teams.

The Red Storm takes
The World’s Greatest Arena then
Plunges the World in a program that
Services places like New Salem, Lourdes, and Panama.
Back home we recognize that for some—this season
is often the loneliest,
so at Ozanam Hall we are always
Giving time back to the elderly.

The Ronald McDonald House of Long Island
helps alleviate the pain of children who
suffer, by lifting some of the struggle from those they love most.
And at Christmastime we sponsor families of hardship by
Providing those whose spirits were low:
The returned gift of hope,
That continues to give without furlough.

Christmas is a time to cherish the
Vincentian values,
and the Christmas wish found in the
Miracle of St. John’s—
Where we Give and we also Receive,
but we
never
Take
for granted.

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SUNY-ESF Poem

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*SUNY—ESF*

On the voyage to a clean environment,
ESF has Oaks who lead the way,
A cutting-edge college for our planet’s maintenance,
Guarding creation, Grazing astray.
Aboriginal we are—with the sole path
of environmental study & all its sciences,
Tilling the mind until we strike the pipeline,
Unearthing nature’s treasured appliances:

Retreats to Cranberry Lake in the summer,
The parks of New York—a gift from God,
Explore what leads souls to parts unknown,
But do not ever cross the Quad.
We’re befrienders to our Syra-neighbors,
With visits to the Orange in the Carrier Dome,
Then we go back to the green of the forest,
To find Mother Nature & carry her home.
ESF is more than a factor of results,
We, in essence, have become the cause,
Assuring the world spins to where love begins,
With a new model the Oaks have caused.
Come join the cause—for the selfish reasons,
So the betterment can turn the best of both worlds:
When you improve the self at ESF,
That, in turn,
Improves your world.

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Respect for the Dead

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*Respect for the Dead*

Well Excuse Me,
Ms. Sunshine,
Not all worlds are as
Rosy as yours.
Believe it or not, somewhere there’s
Stormy Weather,
Withering Fruit,
Delicate Flowers Trampled,
Shattered Earths,
Aftershocks…
Even people being put
In the Ground.

So the next time you see me at a funeral you know Nothing About,

Do not ask me why I am not smiling.

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Modus Operandi

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*Modus Operandi*

We can measure this moment. Put it in our lab and set aside times for mating
— But strap on gloves to avoid reproducing.
We can reheat these molecules and rekindle our body temperatures —
Downing it in swarded weed fields that we aver will rise and grow
at the first sign of moisture. Perhaps it will.
But more likely than not, we will not be able to cultivate the growth that is firmly grounded
In This Moment.

I know society and customs won’t let us act now,
So when I become too forward you must back down.
But way, way, planted deep down:
You know
And
I Know:
It could never be hotter
Than if it happened in this spot.
In This Moment.

Or even just on this night.

Initial Mystery, curiosity, and spontaneous unbridled lust cannot reoccur,
It can only recycle —
And if you choose not to discard something in demand —
How can I call you trash?
Baby, if I didn’t respect you, I wouldn’t have asked you.
Or Want You.

If I wouldn’t respect you, then I wouldn’t respect myself.

You must respect that which mainsprings a positive response;
I feel a discharge coming tonight, and it’s not your dignity.

I don’t think we can bottle these hormones.
We need to hold on to it now.
Act on it now.
I want to let it flow — outside of the world’s pre-programmed lab,
Still — you insist on using your stopper.

You can’t record this feeling with digital data or entered numbers —
If we’re lucky we can find a similar spark when we return to the lab,
but the flame we had will extinguish by an emergency procedure that you were told to carry out
by unnamed sources with white coats and beakers of wet dreams on their mantels.

If only we could have acted on impulse, instead of following procedure —

We would’ve burned this mother down.

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Seton Hall Tribute

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*Seton Hall*

Steadying oneself on flooded sails,
then calming a crew headed
towards impending doom,
Helping the heads bow at the fore to pray…

P.J. Carlesimo taking over the ship of a program
on the verge of collapse,
and rebuilding with the sum
of all parts until it reached the
brink of the champion’s gold…

A pitcher reminding a team that faces a large deficit,
That it takes more than
one individual stepping up to the plate at a time,
but a band of Pirates who board the same goal,
before an obstacle can wash away…

That’s Leadership.

A house unwavering in letting out
Congressmen, senators,
Federal judges & governors…

A School of Diplomacy that hosts a forum
of World Leaders who speak to the audience
about change,
so that someday they can change places…

Studying from night to day in President’s Hall
as catalytic converters of mental darkness
with emissions of light found on the papers
turned in…

That’s Scholarship.

Doves flying out from the
basement of Boland
into soup kitchens on Thursdays
&
Onto the community each Saturday…

Building a house
for wandering youths and
teenage mothers…where new
hope is birthed with Raphael’s Life…

Volunteering wherever there is need:
El Salvador, Haiti, The nursing home of White House,
and in our cove of need—South Orange, New Jersey…

That’s Service.

Greeks gathering in April
on the Green for BBQ and laser tag
and for a week of solidarity…

Friendly competition in Land Olympics
Where sport meets school cheer,
And the result is a pyramid of colors
that clashes not…

A week where leaders, scholars, and servers
commingle, and all these different letters
translate the same message:

That’s “Brotherhood…”
and
that is
Seton Hall.

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Nurse’s Orders

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*Nurse’s Orders*

If I found love…I’d nurse it — no, I’d
Coach It.
No-no wait, yeah I’d nurse it.
I mean yeah there’s the downsides,
The tragic accidents,
The burns,
And maybe even a train wreck or two…
But that’s not really what I mean.
I was gonna say I’d coach it, but I think “nurse it” is better.
Yeah, I like that better.
Because I’d make sure that shit stays alive.
And I’d do it with tough love.
And strategy, too.
So you can understand why I was about to say “coach?”
No, but yeah, I’m sticking with nursing it.
Is that effeminate to choose nursing over coaching?
A lot of guys are nurses nowadays…

Man, I’d be a hell-of-a nurse…
Because I’d make sure it stays alive.
How?
Well I’d sort of be that Doctor of Love you always hear about.
Only I’m Only a Nurse.

I’d have irregular consults and be like,
“Baby, slow downnnnn..
I’m not going anywhere.
You got my line. I gave you my Extension.”

Seems after I gave her that Extension —
My phone couldn’t stop ringing.

We talked for hours just yesterday…
&
Sat under Capella in sync in A Cappella:
Just three days before tomorrow.

You need to take a break,
Otherwise you’ll exhaust yourself…
Worse Yet — You’ll Exhaust Us…
This Investment is gonna take Trust.
So believe me when I say I’ll be here…
We’ve had enough memories to last a week-time…
So don’t come back so soon —
Or our love will turn into a flat line.

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Red Light

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*Red Light*

Long-Faced Johns pull up and see a
Strawberry District.
They pedal to their destination, but soon cross the line.
This apparent Cherry-Red District suddenly changes to a
Flashy Red Light.

This joint leaves many a fantasy Crimsoned and Clubbed,
They were expecting the full treatment
And only leave with a Rub.
Look Man, No Hands!
Just Look, Man, but No Hands!
She works that pole with no hands,
And If you Try to lend a helping hand:
You’re lucky to
Just get banned.
If her Ass even Thinks it feels a hand,
Your Butt will
Soon get Canned.
She looks revved and ready,
So now you’re geared to go,
You can tip hundreds for weeks,
And She Will Still Say, “No.”

You’re so blinded by her Headlights,
You can’t even see the Unchanging Red Light.

Now we may have to Pay for Toll,
High Speed Makes us Pay the Cops,
Some Pay for an Open Road,
But Why Would You Pay to Stop?

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Give That Man A Hand

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*Give That Man A Hand*

The guy is out here trying…
More than you’ll ever know…
You can’t tell but he’s probably dying,
So just listen before you go.

Travel-Bound citizens pretend they can’t listen…so without the aid of this noisy Red-Line Train Station: They block out the sound of The Man with the Golden Voice…because they’re afraid
He might ask for a handout…
A little love would substitute for money…
So it’s ok — gone and put your hand out.

He’s broke and probably quite hungry…
But this is more than just a “pity cause…”
Just give him what he’s earned,
And that’s at least a round of applause.

I am not encouraging the donation of a dollar,
Though that would be kind, too…
I’m saying to look past his dirty wardrobe:
And Give the Man his Due.

He’s jamming now but he’s really down and out…
He’d appreciate change and a rousing ovation…but he could Really use a Friendly Hand Out.

Someday you too may need a hug…
So let’s board This Train of
Peace & Love.

You don’t need to give a scrappy hand out…
To shake a hand, applaud, or
Put your Hand Out.

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