University of Alabama at Birmingham (Alma Mater – College Poetry)

*UAB*

In Birmingham, Alabama,

There was a hypothesis….rather a strong belief

That the fusion of love and reason would eventually erode hate.

Birmingham was a laboratory for a Doctor and many others to prove this to be so.

And at UAB, there have been many scientists and researchers who have made other invaluable progressions for mankind. Among them: the first to successfully create a treatment for a viral disease; establishing the first university-affiliated diabetes hospital in the country; and being among the chief researchers for HIV for the past century. And if we could be the first to detect HIV-related genes, then why not continue to blaze new trails?

As the Blazer stood with tray in hand in the Commons of the Green Dining Hall,

He noticed a familiar sight. With remarkable consistency, he noticed blacks sitting with blacks, whites sitting with whites, Asians sitting with Asians, and so on and so forth. In that moment, he decided to conduct an experiment of his own. It began with the question of whether or not this was just human nature, and the science books were just too politically correct to report it. Is it part of the human makeup to “stick with one’s own?” But he then remembered seeing the camaraderie shared in the huddles of the teams in Bartow, West Campus Field, and Legion, regardless of the sport or the racial makeup. He saw women of different colors share the same smile in a group huddle after a great smash over the volleyball net. He saw teammates on the track with physical differences but similar goals reinstall confidence in one another after they missed their time. All the way from up in the stands, he could see that coaches were more like fathers for every player on that basketball court no matter how different the DNA. He learned that while UAB is not a sports school with filled trophy cases, that every team regardless of the wins and losses…made everyone better. Not as an athlete, but as a person. And he even thought of laughs shared in small classrooms whenever witty comments were made during an engaging conversation. And it was easy to imagine that if it were anywhere other than a classroom, the same laughs would likely be had. And now, standing in the Commons of the Green Dining Hall, he wonders why so many simultaneous laughs…are all so far apart.

Now that he had the question, what he designed was if more people went outside their comfort zones, the concept of race would be as antiquated and head-scratching as blondes sticking with blondes. He knew there were different cultures, and this united many, but he also knew that if culture was the cause, then the same culture they all share was staring them right in the face. He realized that

There are too many who focus on the colors we didn’t choose,

Instead of celebrating the colors that we did.

So if it isn’t human nature that divides us, then what is it?

He knew it was the thing that didn’t stop the Doctor,

Nor anyone who wants the world to change:

Fear.

Well, he considered, there are much greater things to fear than making new friends.

Every table in this cafeteria is the colored table. And it’s easily seen that the color is Green.

So if these sitting charts are color-coded, why don’t we mix it up a bit…

And even if just for a day, and even if it goes unnoticed…somehow, the world, starting with Birmingham, Alabama, will be a bit better off.

With that, he decided to sit as the lone white male at an all-black table. And whatever would happen at that table or anywhere else, well, it would just happen naturally.

And quite naturally,

The experiment was a success.

From Alma Mater Vol. 4: The South.

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

Copyright © 2017 Clyde Aidoo

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Alabama A&M (Alma Mater – College Poetry)

*Alabama A&M*

Why do they do it?

Where do they find the passion? Where does it come from?

Why do the Bulldogs at Louis Crews put in the time, and those in Elmore put in the grind?

They’re not in front of a sold-out audience of 100,000. You won’t find the ESPN GameDay crew on this campus. So why do these weight rooms stay full? What gives their inner drive its pull?

What brings it out onto the intramural courts and recreational sports that might not be sold out but has the same feel of a high-stakes bout?

These Bulldogs won’t be in Madison Square Garden. They aren’t under the bright city lights. And won’t have standing-room fans chanting their names.

What they do have are instilled Southern values.

They have learned from southerners like Ali who didn’t fall upon fame, they overcame, and

Today what they have is a love for their game.

You’ll see it in the batting cages across Alabama. When a teenager is out late practicing her swing not because of any big-dream aspirations, but for reasons even she is unaware.

You’ll see it on volleyball courts, softball parks, and in every D2 and even D3 sport across the country. It’s even in the little leagues like Huntsville Eastern League, where a receiver isn’t running to the end zone in Cove Park thinking about how it will help him come contract time, only how he wishes he could just keep running.

Bulldogs have a quality that no athlete, no matter how great they were in their prime can honestly say:

They are never over The Hill.

This is home. And this home births love.

Along with the sports in Huntsville, there is a love for knowledge. At A&M, the competitive nature of Bulldogs is also in the library as they study not to compete to be better than others…but to better themselves. And when you have found yourself to be a champion,

Who in the world can contest that?

You are a triumph undisputed.

If you will it so.

Perhaps that is why many turn to education to compete instead of sports,

Because the mind is an even playing field.

The smartest person you’d ever know could be somewhere buried in the books of Drake or a nameless avatar in an online discussion board who did not go to Princeton or Harvard,

But here at A&M University,

Where through Service to the mind:

Gained Sovereignty.

From Alma Mater Vol. 4: The South.

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

Copyright © 2017 Clyde Aidoo

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The University of Alabama at Birmingham (Alma Mater, Vol. 4)

*UAB*

In Birmingham, Alabama,

There was a hypothesis….rather a strong belief

That the fusion of love and reason would eventually erode hate.

Birmingham was a laboratory for a Doctor and many others to prove this to be so.

And at UAB, there have been many scientists and researchers who have made other invaluable progressions for mankind. Among them: the first to successfully create a treatment for a viral disease; establishing the first university-affiliated diabetes hospital in the country; and being among the chief researchers for HIV for the past century. And if we could be the first to detect HIV-related genes, then why not continue to blaze new trails?

As the Blazer stood with tray in hand in the Commons of the Green Dining Hall,

He noticed a familiar sight. With remarkable consistency, he noticed blacks sitting with blacks, whites sitting with whites, Asians sitting with Asians, and so on and so forth. In that moment, he decided to conduct an experiment of his own. It began with the question of whether or not this was just human nature, and the science books were just too politically correct to report it. Is it part of the human makeup to “stick with one’s own?” But he then remembered seeing the camaraderie shared in the huddles of the teams in Bartow, West Campus Field, and Legion, regardless of the sport or the racial makeup. He saw women of different colors share the same smile in a group huddle after a great smash over the volleyball net. He saw teammates on the track with physical differences but similar goals reinstall confidence in one another after they missed their time. All the way from up in the stands, he could see that coaches were more like fathers for every player on that basketball court no matter how different the DNA. He learned that while UAB is not a sports school with filled trophy cases, that every team regardless of the wins and losses…made everyone better. Not as an athlete, but as a person. And he even thought of laughs shared in small classrooms whenever witty comments were made during an engaging conversation. And it was easy to imagine that if it were anywhere other than a classroom, the same laughs would likely be had. And now, standing in the Commons of the Green Dining Hall, he wonders why so many simultaneous laughs…are all so far apart.

Now that he had the question, what he designed was if more people went outside their comfort zones, the concept of race would be as antiquated and head-scratching as blondes sticking with blondes. He knew there were different cultures, and this united many, but he also knew that if culture was the cause, then the same culture they all share was staring them right in the face. He realized that

There are too many who focus on the colors we didn’t choose,

Instead of celebrating the colors that we did.

So if it isn’t human nature that divides us, then what is it?

He knew it was the thing that didn’t stop the Doctor,

Nor anyone who wants the world to change:

Fear.

Well, he considered, there are much greater things to fear than making new friends.

Every table in this cafeteria is the colored table. And it’s easily seen that the color is Green.

So if these sitting charts are color-coded, why don’t we mix it up a bit…

And even if just for a day, and even if it goes unnoticed…somehow, the world, starting with Birmingham, Alabama, will be a bit better off.

With that, he decided to sit as the lone white male at an all-black table. And whatever would happen at that table or anywhere else, well, it would just happen naturally.

And quite naturally,

The experiment was a success.

From Alma Mater Vol. 4: The South.

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

Copyright © 2017 Clyde Aidoo

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*Alabama A&M*

*From Alma Mater Vol 4: The South*

*Alabama A&M* 

Why do they do it? 

Where do they find the passion? Where does it come from? 

Why do the Bulldogs at Louis Crews put in the time, and those in Elmore put in the grind? 

They’re not in front of a sold-out audience of 100,000. You won’t find the ESPN GameDay crew on this campus. So why do these weight rooms stay full? What gives their inner drive its pull? 

What brings it out onto the intramural courts and recreational sports that might not be sold out, but has the same feel of a high-stakes bout? 

These Bulldogs won’t be in Madison Square Garden. They aren’t under the bright city lights. And won’t have standing-room fans chanting their names. 

What they do have are instilled southern values.  

They have learned from southerners like Ali who didn’t fall upon fame, they overcame, and  

Today what they have is a love for their game.  

You’ll see it in the batting cages across Alabama. When a teenager is out late practicing her swing not because of any big-dream aspirations, but for reasons even she herself is unaware. 

You’ll see it on volleyball courts, softball parks, and in every D2 and even D3 sport across the country. It’s even in the little leagues like Huntsville Eastern League, where a receiver isn’t running to the end zone in Cove Park thinking about how it will help him come contract time, only how he wishes he could just keep running.  

Bulldogs have a quality that no athlete, no matter how great they were in their prime can honestly say: 

They are never over The Hill. 

This is home. And this home births love. 

Along with the sports in Huntsville there is a love for knowledge. At A&M, the competitive nature of Bulldogs is also in the library as they study not to compete to be better than others…but to better themselves. And when you yourself have found yourself to be a champion, 

Who in the world can contest that? 

You are a triumph undisputed. 

If you will it so. 

Perhaps that is why many turn to education to compete instead of sports, 

Because the mind is an even playing field.  

The smartest person you’d ever know could be somewhere buried in the books of Drake, or a nameless avatar in an online discussion board who did not go to Princeton or Harvard, 

But here at A&M University, 

Where through Service to the mind: 

Gained Sovereignty. 

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Scrapbook

From Art of Mind III: The Evolution of a Trilogy

*Scrapbook* 

Precious carats of time cannot be restored— 

Not even by 

Chips off the Block. 

We can only pick up the scraps 

and protect this lasting jewel, 

Even when the next generation 

Falls Apart.   

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The Inspiration

From Art of Mind III: The Evolution of a Trilogy

*The Inspiration* 

When life hands them lemons,  

They make Masterworks.  

Days that begin as tomatoes— 

They grind into Heinz Field. 

You see tomato, 

They say tomato— 

But they don’t simply say, “tomato,”  

but rather, “Fried Green Tomatoes.” 

This is a world where everyday 

Walks of Life  

become 

Motion Pictures— 

Given the right lens. 

How can so many seemingly ordinary days inspire so many proverbs, aphorisms, poems, movies, songs, and 

Art 

Among So Many People? 

It is the different strokes of man that allow aesthetes to paint such pretty pictures. At this instant the inebriated lovers who strip art from the aesthetes are inspired by all too extraordinary days— 

Thus it is their works that engulf art the most.  

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Alabama Crimson Tide

From Alma Mater Vol. 4: The South

*Alabama Crimson Tide*

<Set to the Melody of “Sweet Home Alabama” by Lynyrd Skynyrd 

<Guitar Intro> 

Turn it up… 

…. 

Warm reels keep on turnin’… 

Pull for Crimson; Team, bring it in… 

What a catch for Alabama… 

Take it home, and then do it again, 

Now that’s another win… 

Yes. 

Well, their Aubie talked about us… 

Well, we had to put him down… 

When her owners came to teach us… 

They learned a lesson ’bout how to fight—showed ’em how. 

Roll Tide, Alabama… 

White & Crimson rush on through… 

Roll Tide, Alabama… 

Tide, our city runs through you. 

<12 second guitar solo> 

In Auburnland they love the Tigers (boo, boo, boo), 

They failed but did all they could do… 

The Iron Bowl record does not: boootther us… 

Tigers, does it bother you? 

Tell the truth. 

Roll Tide, Alabama… 

Here the Red burns Auburn Blue… 

Roll Tide, Alabama… 

Tide, our city runs through you. 

Here they come, 

Roll, Alabama 

<12 second Guitar Solo> 

Now, the Capstone feels the Tide rise, 

And yeah, we’re known to sing a tune or two, 

Rama Jama; Yea Alabama, 

This gives us fuel to scorch the Blue 

And that’s what we do. 

Roll Tide, Alabama 

(Oh, Roll Tide) 

Here the Red burns Auburn Blue, 

(Now ain’t that true…) 

Roll Tide, Alabama 

Tide, our city runs through you. 

Roll Tide, Alabama 

White & Crimson rush on through, 

Roll Tide, Alabama 

Tide, our city runs through you. 

Any questions—Roll Tide’s the answer. 

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Bug Eyes

“I’m always waiting for you girl
I’m always waiting
So maybe I’ll wait, I’ll wait, I’ll wait
And maybe I’ll wait too long
You were the first but you won’t be the last if I keep traveling on
Always, look forward, and may all your love be returned.” – Mt. Joy

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How It Was

“Feel the wind, darling
I think your love’s sinking in
And I could swim now that I love somebody.” – Yoste

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Love in Mine

“When I ramble on
And I often do
Remind me
To travel on to you” – Big Thief

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