Wellesley College Tribute

From Alma Mater Vol. 2: The Northeast
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*Wellesley College*

Sisterhood’s the cornerstone of Wellesley,
This fam’ makes the grade via A-listers,
Dear school by the lake, your beauty tells thee,
Each class a color, each soul with sisters.
Colors unite as white clouds to the Blue,
Wellesley sisters, your true colors suit you,
They Scream from Tunnels to tell your story,
Singing at Houghton helps yell your glory.
A center world-figures have called their home,
Clinton, Sawyer, and Dahl are professors
of Wellesley’s guidance from great professors
Who’ve led Wellesley to a league of its own:
Where women aren’t ministered unto,
They edify the world they leap onto.

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Tufts University Poem

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*Tufts University*

There is a light at the top of the hill,
And this light shines Brown & Blue,
There are candles in ritual—held for the new,
Welcome to Tufts & our Jumbo zeal.

We are the light at the top of the hill,
This land of new ivy is reaped by a few,
This power in Mass was heaped by the true;
They formed Tufts and Tufts reforms still.

A century count of one & a half—
Accounts for the history that we hold,
And this bond that no other school can grasp.

Other Ivies behold what the Jumbos hold—
This fearless light that they cannot have,
Eclipsing the spotless halls they were told.

Tufts defies time like the Gravity Stone,
The ties from Tuftonia remain each day,
Our bids on the times helped vend eBay,
Keeping Victoria’s secret was Raymond’s loans.

Tufts is the opportunity our fathers have shone
Onto each class so that Jumbos can slay
The dark uncertainties that stand in the way
Of promise that great Jumbos have shown.

The promise of Tufts is one that is kept
By each class that raises the candle
For the Tufts name and all of its depth.

Tufts gives you a chance, so come take a gamble,
By the end of day one, and once you have slept,
You will carpe diem with a brand new handle.

Run nude in the Quad and have a Spring Fling,
As long as your roommate is gone of course,
Sing along to the music until you go hoarse,
Cheer Tufts’s sounds & let the good times ring!

The goodness that Tufts continues to bring,
Like fondue nights and stir-fry on course,
Sustains our fight to stay the course,
Then climb the hill and to Tufts U. cling.

On the famed hill you will find a cannon,
That like our A Cappella—soothes the beast,
By providing the space to paint by the gallon.

The story of our pursuits for the hill won’t cease,
This light on the hill helped us write the canon,
And on this hill we have each found peace.

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Smith College Tribute

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*Smith College*

She sings a snaring song.
A song not to dance to,
But dedicated to gliding forward.

She sings a mind-altering song for
Those who were always told it is unsafe
To dive the waters.

She sings of writers and activists,
First Ladies and authors who
Went With the Wind…
Until in the new place she has now found:
Her name is read beyond this mailbox,
Proving she arrived &
She belongs.

She sings a song.

A song of Ivy Days radiating perennial blue
In the firmament of the North she resides.
A song rising like Delphinium Blue Birds
that echoes,
We are not flowers;
We are
The Earth.

A song shared with her six brilliant sisters
Whose sibling rivalries have pushed her off the stairs
Into the Illumination waiting in the night.

She sings her song
Without sorrow,
How sweetly it sounds
of tomorrow.

She sings to her sisters, the mothers, your daughters,
She sings to the world,
I have made it here,
On her own, that’s the song
Of a Pioneer.

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Final Say

From Art of Mind II: All In Available Now on Amazon.com and all online book retailers.

*Final Say*

Year after Year,
Day after Day,
Beautiful Faces
Keep
Fading Away.
They display photographs of famous faces
That I no longer recognize.
They memorialize images of common people that I have never seen.
The late are displayed the same as when they departed,
and the same with the living elderly, even if a celebrity.
Sometimes I notice that middle age is not far ahead and prime not far behind.
But what I Always seem to notice
In All these photographs:
Are beautiful faces that have faded away.

Each photograph is so up to date…
Of course it has to be up to date…
Right?
We must show them as we remember them,
Not as they may wish to be remembered.
They must display the most recent of what remained,
but If they Really want to be Post-Modern:
Why not show the Remains?
If that representation wouldn’t be fair,
Why any different than when they’ve lost their hair?
When selecting the image
to remember them by,
Do not automatically start from today:
Let’s give Them a Say.

If I could address the media — during my Last Rites,
I’d Demand my Own Representation,
That should be in
All our Rights.

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Clark University Poem

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*Clark University*

We have graduated to the next level,
A stage beveled for the secondary,
Challenge Convention as a competitive rebel,
LEEP into the world and out the ordinary.
Reform high schools with collaborative gifts,
Rise above the grounds of the sedentary,
When Clarkies LEEP, the impact lifts
The world itself to creative cliffs.

Passion drives the force in Jonas Clark Hall,
And how it scatters—on the Campus Green,
It’s as driven as the first snowfall,
Throughout this town—the passion’s seen.
Found at Spree Day when Clarkies jubilate,
Enjoying time off with passionate glee,
Passion drives the world, Clarkies can relate,
As conductors of world movements: Clarkies operate.

Stepping up for Daybreak in the yearly Stair-A-Thon,
Our service, like Spree Day, is an ill-kept secret,
At the Red Square we fill up the polygon,
A community giving hope—for those who seek it.
Like a broke vagabond, we are hungry for change,
We don’t wait for change, we decide to be it,
Challenging Convention with ideas that exchange
In return for a world that is fixed to rearrange.

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UMass Lowell Poem

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*UMass Lowell*

A new day is upon us
in higher education,
and UML is on the rise.

Dawning the Industrial Revolution,
Lowell is known for manufacturing its own distinct place.
And UML has produced new programs like Plastics Engineering
to process an annually increasing number of craftsmen in transition.
The graduation rate is also rising to record highs,
with Hawks who’ve expanded in the renovated buildings on
campus that have been completed,
but continue to facilitate rise.

As the home of the center for Major League Baseball testing,
We model the blast that heads out of the park,
UML is on the rise.
And with a steady team climbing the Hockey East,
It is broken by reporters what was known by supporters,
Yes,
UML is on the rise.

With one of the best Sound Recording Technology
Programs in the country, UML is rising above
the sound barriers
with a noise
for the country to hear—calling all high-school seniors here.
Because what begins as testing in the Baseball Research Center and music studios
is morphed into the perfect pitch
that lifts in the air as a signal from the catchers at the plate—
Waving cautious seniors to take off
&
share this upheaval of song,
Where River Hawks still
Fly out the park…Lowell shall assist your embark;
Come on, Come on home.

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An Artist’s Eyes

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*An Artist’s Eyes*

Have you ever looked into
An Artist’s Eyes?
If you have then you too have traveled where I have.
You too have been lost in a maze in amazement.
Yes, they are masters of holding another dimension…
Of making viewers
Lose themselves…
They hold mystery and an interpretation left for you to own…
They do it with their hands, their wrists, their fingers….
But most of all
I’ve seen them do it with
Their eyes.

* * *

Have you ever looked into an
Artist’s Eyes?
I mean really looked?
They are often distant, and somewhere far, far away:
Nestling in a daydream utopia.
Seemingly unaware of this world around them,
yet strangely — also
Taking in Every Detail.
Sometimes I dare ask unexpectedly,
“Are you an artist?”
Why they are surprised that I know — I have no clue.
It’s as transparent as water color,
As embedded as acrylic canvas…
It’s in their DNA:
They study, they focus, they
train their pupils to dance…
So as I study them:
Boy do they dance.
Together we waltz
As my eyes stare back…
For as much as they study me,
I accept the challenge and
gladly study them, too.
Yes, I know you’re away from your canvas,
But I hope you still take requests:

Paint me a picture expressing more than words.
Leave me guessing with the most abstract of glances.
Take me away with your imaginative stares…
And stroke my soul without brushing my fabric.
Yes, leave me with a lasting impression…

And P.S:
Keep wearing your own eccentric neo-fashion.

I applaud their wardrobe — then return to their eyes:
&
They gladly meet my requests.

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Boston College Tribute

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Boston College*

 

For Boston, For Boston,
The Eagles will excel,
For Boston, For Boston,
This tune our lungs will yell;
The echoes of the Superfans
Will root our teams along,
And t’wards the ring of victory
They’ll rally to our song;
For Boston, For Boston,
We roll Maroon & Gold!

For Boston, For Boston,
We’ll win the Holy War,
For Boston, For Boston,
The team will take the score;
We cheer for Boston’s miracles
And tailgate every game,
Let’s roast another Frankfurt’
Then let’s toast to Boston’s name;
For Boston, For Boston,
Hail Flutie! We cheer proud.

In Boston, In Boston,
We rejoice in the Heights,
In Boston, In Boston,
The Forum holds our flights;
With the mastery of Celtics
We will dominate the court,
And with the height of Eagles
We will tower in the North;
In Boston, In Boston,
We roll Maroon & Gold!

In Boston, In Boston,
The ice is where we rule,
In Boston, In Boston,
The Hockey prides our school;
With a dynasty of champions
Our Rink is so adorned,
With banners from the heavens
Other teams have been forewarned;
In Boston, In Boston,
We re-main champ-i-ons!

For Boston, For Boston,
The College will abide,
In Boston, In Boston,
These hearts will all reside;
The Golden Eagle’s mark is
Where an Eagle’s course begins,
We’ll return to this statue
After all the courses end;
Our Motto, Our Motto,
is
Ever to Excel.

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Your Complicated Soul

Your Complicated Soul

 

*Your Complicated Soul*

You are not a pair of brown, soft angled eyebrows hanging above shadowed gray-sky eyes.

You are not a triangular face holding a head of blonde and brown streaks highlighted by hanging burgundy leaks in a room that complements your gentle-orange cheeks.

You are not a pair of delicate, flushed lips or a fair even tone with high cheek bones.

You are neither frail nor fragile.

You are not exposed but you are not covered.

You are not enlightened but you are not ignorant.

You are not a thinly frame in a flowing dark dress.

No, you are not what they think you are.
Though not even you know what you truly are.

You are not

weak, not strong, not afraid, not brave,
You are not a girl,
but you are more than a woman:
You are a
Magnificent,
Most Complicated Soul.

Painted by Juliette Caron

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Artist’s Dilemma

 

*Artist’s Dilemma*

This “common artist” is about to ascend
Ten Stories High —

Don’t look now.

Now I’ve reached a place where I’m afraid to fall —

Don’t look down.

My art has taken control,
It uplifts me high with an exhilarating view —
But I am afraid that if I choose to let go —
That I’ll end up becoming
Just like you.

Do I continue to rise
or
Come back down to earth?

Should I remain alone with only art as my companion?
Or do I release and return to join the rest of you?
I am so high
on Fumes.
Still —
This remains a terrifying view.

Painted by Chet Davis

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