Flip The Switch

*Flip the Switch*

When I walked into your illuminating room,
My eyes correlated the Brightness.
It may have been this two-fold Ray,
That caused me to be so blind.
Rendered Dim,
I was unable to
look any further.
The room remained blissful
Still—
The only charge was
Ignorance.
When I dared walk
to the broader side,
I knew I might gain
Some Insight.
Though I was reluctant to see the light,
this was the only way
to shed some on You.
I decided to become your company,
even if risking
overstaying my welcome.

The room is undeniably bright,
for my eyes can only be so wrong,
But as your ray shined
down on others,
I found myself
In the Shade.

This light once as beaming
As the Heavens—
Now flickers like a
Domestic Watt,
After being upon
The cold, cold Shade,
I could now clearly see:
This room—while
Open for Others,
Was Closed Off to Me.

She may have set
The Conditions—
but I would leave on
My Own Terms:
I may not be the
Brightest Bulb,
but I too can shade
My Pitch…
Before I left the room,
I was sure to
Flip the Switch.

From Art of Mind: Philosopoems to the World

Copyright © 2011 Clyde Aidoo

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It Only Takes One Time

(It Only Takes One Time)

A concealed hobby fermenting in dreams\
Hours of labor – Turned to Months —
Even Years.
Hidden from Allogeneic Eyes —
Deemed pointless by the Unconscious —
“Cute” by friends and family.
Only destined to remain Unsent
Unviewed
Unaccredited/
Submitted
Published/
Accepted
Acclaimed:

*It Only Takes One Time*

Yearning
Loneliness
Subjected to tales of romance
&
The defeating of odds too great
to overcome oneself.
Pattern Rejection
Frustration
Hopelessness
Love:
It Only Takes One Time

Blackness
Entertaining
Pondering
Contemplating
So Unlike
Bluffing
Pleading
A part of the world today
Means a part of the world tomorrow…

It Only Takes One Time

From Art of Mind: Philosopoems to the World

Copyright © 2011 Clyde Aidoo

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Georgia State University (Alma Mater – College Poetry)

From Alma Mater Vol. 4: The South.

You can read the full four-volume Alma Mater collection here.

*Georgia State University*

Whaaaaaaatttt up, A-Town!
We are Live, Live, Live! Comin’ atcha from downtown ATL,
Album 88, Left on the Dial, Right on the Music,
and it’s goin’ down in A-Town right now with Panthers Pouncin’ like the mascot, and shakers on the move like that ass hot, and with these 100,00 Watts we are coming at you with Truth:

That’s Power.

Yo, the truth never switch, but it converts to true Power,
and here’s some truth
4 Dat Ass
at the top of the hour:

Panthers out here in GA hustlin’ for that Degree, with GSU Blue and Red stayin’ on Decatur Street. They in Rialto not to play a part in the city, but cuz in Downtown ATL,
“We are a part of the city.”
Right now there’s smooth talkers downtown givin’ fast pitches like Maddox,
Don’t talk about the Braves or A-Town, they fanatics,
And if you want some headline news, here’s your next
Signal:

Check out the Panther Power.

Album 88 is streamin’ straight
Power.

The student organizations are at the courtyard tables swappin’
Straight Power.

Cinefest ain’t showin’ movies, it’s shootin’
Mind Power.

It ain’t ever filmed, we still

Live, Live, Live!

We are Live, Live, Live!
And still comin’ alive with every swipe of the MARTA Pass,
And savin’ money every time we use more Power.

Going through the parks, restaurants, the world’s largest aquarium,
and like a DJ in a booth, just one place can spread big truth,
And in the ATL

The Power is Live.

Copyright © 2017 Clyde Aidoo

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Georgia Southern (Alma Mater – College Poetry)

From Alma Mater Vol. 4: The South.

You can read the full four-volume Alma Mater collection here.

Copyright © 2017 Clyde Aidoo

*Georgia Southern*

We got a quiet town with pleasant country folks,
With Eagles flyin’ their Blue and White,
“I go to GSU,” every Eagle gloats,
Statesboro values the simple life.

Among our values is the strength of family,
Present in our Brother and Sisterhood,
35 Chapters givin’ readily,
Out in The Boro, they’re doin’ good.

We value those who fight to be triumphant,
Who give their all, then, they give some more,
Those who never quit, they put that umph in,
Then graduate to watch Freedom soar.

We appreciate some good ol’ football,
This is when ol’ Freedom will soar the most,
We’ve got six I-Double-A titles in all,
10 conference, too, we don’t mean to boast.

Some say these values are as Georgian it could get,
Well it’s the same as it ever was,
They say the city slickers just don’t get it,
But anyone in the country does.

~ ~ ~

’Round here we like our chicken pan fried,
Served hot from Lakeside’s Tilted Skillet,
And you ain’t lived your life until you’ve gone & tried,
Our home-style food so live it up & kill it.

We love honey biscuits, Georgian Peach Pies,
Almost as sweet as your sweetie’s kiss,
We value love, long walks, a glowing sunrise,
Our Sweethearts Circle towards Wedded bliss.

We’re still amazed at all this planet’s wildlife,
With wonder inside our Wildlife center,
Community is valued as a way of life,
It’s present everywhere the Eagles enter.

We value beauty like our garden roses,
And good clean fun like our Water Park,
Sliding down Mat Racer, Holy Moses!
In our hearts, Statesboro hits the mark.

Some say these values are as Georgian it could get,
Well it’s the same as it ever was,
They say the city slickers just don’t get it,
But anyone in the country does.

Come one, come all, enroll at GS,
City slickers, here’s a shock for you:
If you have a heart, you share such values:
And you’re more country than you ever knew.

Some say these values are as Georgian it could get,
Here it’s the same as it ever was,
They say the city: they all just don’t get it,
But hell, the whole damn country does.

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Barry University (Alma Mater – College Poetry)

From Alma Mater Vol. 4: The South.

You can read the full four-volume Alma Mater collection here.

*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.

Some say Floridians have a time machine,
That many are stuck in the past.
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.

Copyright © 2017 Clyde Aidoo

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University of Iowa (Alma Mater – College Poetry)

*Iowa Hawkeyes*

When history’s pages sit still—we will write first.
We don’t accept inequality—we right the curse.
This is an equal-opportunity space
Where biases erase and creativity may race.
On Ye Hawkeyes to the Pedestrian Mall!
Where the only thing pedestrian is the walks of us all!
Iowa took the first step to give equal ground
To men and women with options abound.
This sweet land homes the imagination,
Birthing masters of fine arts in our dissertation,
Stating that creativity and genius are kin,
In terms of Big Ten—It’s Iowa for the win.

I-City parties and fights the hardest,
My city is my guide, this spirit—my harvest.
Deep it flows like the Iowa River,
We’re owners of this fire and also the givers.
Black and Gold pride burns inside,
Opponents enter Kinnick and abruptly hide,
They rattle to the rattle of the Hawkeye fleet,
We clap our hands & stomp our feet.
Iowa fights until the game is won,
Then toasts Brass Monkey with shots of rum.
In wrestling we work holds because they can’t hang,
No dynasty can match Dan Gable’s gang.

Winning is our history, we should know:
We wrote it.
We win fighting inaction—
Inclusion was voted.
To ensure every student at large has a say,
Hawkeyes are straight, black, white, and gay.
In asking for answers from winners of equity,
The initiative to act will hoist a disparity,
Sometimes the high stick to their class and do not act,
So they sit still and class participation slacks.
While the world is waiting to take command,
Like Triumphant Hawkeyes—
We will raise our hand.

From Alma Mater Vol. 1: The Midwest

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Copyright © 2014 Clyde Aidoo

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Florida Tech (Alma Mater – College Poetry)

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.

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Copyright © 2017 Clyde Aidoo

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University of Central Florida (Alma Mater – College Poetry)

*UCF*

<Set to the Melody of “If You Wish Upon A Star” by Cliff Edwards>

When you study long and hard,
Makes no difference where you are,
The Knights in golden armor
Will rescue you.

If you work toward your dream,
Unlikely as it may seem,
Soon the Knight in golden armor:
Will. Be. You.

Like a banquet absolute,
Florida is set for you,
After Reaching for the Stars,
Dream schools come true.

SENIOR, YOU AND YOUR FELLOW CLASSMATES JUST GRADUATED HIGH SCHOOL! What are you going to do next?

“I’m Going to UCF!!!!!”

**

<Set to the Melody of “Paint it Black” by The Rolling Stones>

I see a campus and it’s painted Gold & Black.
The colors we adorn, when all the Knights attack.

60,000 strong all happy that they chose,
To go to UCF, where Sunshine never goes.

I see Orlando, and it’s painted Gold & Black,
Knights have invaded town and they won’t give it back,

I see new folks at the Walk thrilled that they are here,
Like our Magic in the fall, it appears every year.

I look inside myself and just see Gold & Black,
I see a blue pond, I must paint it Gold & Black,

And Homecoming day we make the biggest splat,
Spirits Reflect in the water: Splashing Gold & Black.

No more will schools compare their colors to this hue,
I don’t foresee homecoming parties like Knights do,

And there ain’t no Spirit Week with this much undressed fun,
Where the music and bodies blaze hotter than the sun.

I see a campus and it’s painted Gold & Black.
The colors we adorn, when all the Knights attack.

I see a crowd of 60,000, happy that they chose,
To go to school in Florida, where Sunshine never goes.

I wanna see it splashed…Gold & Black!
Every night! Black & Gold!
And hold it with these rock stars – – after reachin’ the sky.
I wanna see it splashed, splashed, splashed….Gold & Black!

Yeah!

From Alma Mater Vol. 4: The South.

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University of Miami (Alma Mater – College Poetry)

*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,
Ya’ll 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.

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University of South Alabama (Alma Mater – College Poetry)

*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.

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