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.

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Warm Place

*Warm Place*

She could only hail from such a Warm State.
She always comes from such a Warm Place.

She has the heart of Palm Trees and Sunbeams.
Each Visit is Exquisite.
I want to go with her.
In Chicago,
I’m Always Freezing.

Her warmth takes me So Far North—
It could only be sent from Down South.

Then again, Each Word that blows in this wind
Takes me on a tour through California:
If those are the windows to your soul—
Then Babe, You’ve got Golden Gate Eyes.

Or she could always move to Tennessee…
Since she’s the only Ten I…Blah.

She could only hail from such a Warm State,
I swear
She always comes from such a Warm Place.

And if the day comes when you find you’re in the cold,

In My Heart You’ll Always Keep A Safe Place.

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Lynn University Poem

*Lynn University*

When past meets future
For hearings on who shall rule,
Lynn Knights, what say you?

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Stardust

*Stardust*

There’s a certain magic in the air.
Of a Virtual Variety.
What we are—I don’t know or care to define.
I will protect our secret like an illusionist—No, I won’t touch it. I can’t lose it.
I want to drown in our mystery bank—only to emerge once more unscathed.
I want you to remain the escape artist I admire from afar…
While you feel
Close Enough to Touch.
Satellites from the prairie crash into my big city reveries…we will remain star crossed—by no plane our paths cross…only in this realm can we dance in the galaxy of our bayou—because every day is Mardi Gras with you:
You make me bare my chest.
You see those bright lights? Center stage awaits us. You are a true Dorothy Dietrich. Me? I’m here trying to pull a rabbit out of a hat. I’ve heard that we are only allowed to have three great ones in our lives. Sonny LoSpecchio said that. But my sleight-of-hand lacks grace or command, so if you are the last that I may lose—I dread the performance of a Hat Trick.
My three great loves were actually three great wishes that never were. Whenever I tried to work my magic—the clout disappeared. Even when life fades, the stars remain in the sky; so you’ll maintain your position on my “Wish List.” I envision our stars aligning, and I see fireworks. Yes, I see cosmic rays of neon lights with our names written all over them. We’d show out like showgirls, with a panoramic view of the scintillating starbursts that shine, “Special for you and me.” I intend to hold the sparkling glitter of this mental eruption in the palms of my stems… for should this intricate magic that we have worked so hard to master become a reality in which the luster lies in the performance of my clumsy, inept hands…

I am afraid that this glitter will reveal as dust.

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

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University of South Florida Poem

*USF*

Here’s a great tip for new investors in college,
It’s good advice, freshmen, so you better mark it,
If you want the stalled stock of your life to grow,
Come to USF, cuz it’s a Bull Market.

It’s proven advice for high-school seniors,
And those that were wise, decided to mark it,
Like the MLK plaza behind Marshall Center,
Florida & USF: Is a Bulls’ Market.

40,000 Bulls in the Green & Gold,
Overriding the powers thinkin’ they’re atop us,
The Bulls are much stronger—Get off our Backs,
Now we must ride off to continue the fuss.
In Downtown Tampa then Ybor City,
To make the nights hotter than daytime at the beach,
In U-S-F, we take nights till nothin’s left,
When new Bulls can’t keep up, we have to reteach:

Beaches
Sunlight
Tampa:
Go.
Don’t stop drinking,
No means No.
Parties
Moonlight
Tampa:
Go;
Till the sun’s back up:
Now
Re-Load.

But it’s the other things that all add up,
Why we wanna stay Bulls past 23, Michael Jordan,
The parties are great, the beaches are, too,
But there are other factors just as important:

A spot in a school well-known for research:
Among Florida’s best, you bet, it’s USF,
Where patents are plenty, professors are privy,
And great weather is just as you’d expect.

And at Raymond Jones, out comes the Green & Gold,
Led by the Herd of Thunderous pep,
And after the band marches without flaw,
It is the other team that must watch their step.

The band’s presence then remains to be known,
On all downs just like Rocky the Bull,
And the cheerleaders celebrate with push-ups,
Every time their cheers paid off in full.

But there’s nothing like the Herd’s march of “Bull,”
As the team runs out to Rage as Machines,
We don’t always win, we will never bend,
But Bulls always will bounce back—trampolines.

The best things are shared in Tampa Bay—Pirate Bay,
And we’re about that Pirate life in Tampa—Buccaneers,
A place where all ages celebrate at Gaspirilla,
And the underage float while chatting over beers.

USF’s the place to come—if you’re wise now that’s the truth,
Your life will never be the same—and that’s no bull,
Put the symbol on your head, your new life’s straight ahead,
And keep the sign in place as they race,
Go Bulls!

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*Buck-Fiddy Grizzled*

*Buck-Fiddy Grizzled*

And Now!!!

Coming down the aisle…

At a Buck-Fiddy Grizzled…

A Grown-Ass Man in the Toy Aisle!!!

And that’s how I like it.

I need the peace and quiet to return to a time when My Mind Went Wild with the roar of a Jam-Packed Crowd.

Whenever I walked down the aisle…
My ring attire was just a massive smile.

Now I’m back not to purchase, but for the purpose of remembering that feeling.

I was usually accompanied by my father down the aisle; ready to wrestle with the grueling task of deciding which figure I should get…

“There are so many possibilities, but I can only get two…though I’d love to have way more…
But we’ll be back next Saturday…then maybe he’ll let me get four!
Ooooh! I can already imagine who they’ll face…and who I’ll pit them up against!”

Each Monday, an hour before Monday Night Raw, I had my own Monday Night Raw: 7 p.m. Central every Monday on the hour. Each meticulous show concluded precisely at 8 p.m., just in time to catch my competition. And once a month, I held my own pay-per-views that literally brought the house down—shattering not records, but upstairs glasses and noise barriers with the vibrations of action and imagination that can only happen
Once in a Lifetime.

Now here we are all these years later;
Instead of a scrawny kid, I’m
100 percent Chiseled.
Now I’m a smaller version of these Giants:
Coming in at a Buck-Fiddy Grizzled.

And I’m man enough to return to this aisle.
And I’m still boy enough to again wear that smile.
And I’m still Human enough to never forget:
The smell of this packaged fantasy-land…
&
The feeling of unwrapping its plastic…

Freeing me, them, and this land itself
To roam in a jurisdiction dictated only by me.

I got jitters when I walked down this aisle,
And now the Figure known as “Buck-Fiddy Grizzled,”
Has reverted to the ten-year-old child…

Man, do I miss him.

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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誕生祝い

* 誕生祝い*

There are well over 5,000 languages in the world.

Not tonight.

Tonight the same audible cry is heard…

In the:

República Federativa do Brasil,

Jamhuri ya Uganda,

Republiken Finland,

Gumhūriyyat Misral-‘Arabiyyah,

Bhārat Ganarājya

Estados Unidos Mexicanos

y

The United States of America…

In hospitals in Lima, Ohio.

The same audible cry is heard as a thousand nations rejoice:
In their own native tongues:
In a decodable jovial voice.

The entire world will never agree on some things,
Having the same language is certainly one of them. But ironically, at one point, we all expressed ourselves the exact same way:

At the most crucial point of our lives.

Let us rejoice!
Un Celebración!
For every arrival around this world:

A Million Hopes are Born.

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