UC Riverside Poem

*UC-Riverside*

Each year, more immigrants voyage to California than any other state in America.
Many of them sail through boundaries so that their children can cross Riverside.
People who believe that borders between unity should be crossed until they’re crossed out.
So that diversity may continue to attend spaces like UCR, where every year begins with
Relicts from every continent forming a Block Party. Where throughout the year at The Barn,
You can find sons and grandsons of farmers from generations and countries apart sharing the same common wealth of this cultivated land. A land with such opportunity, that many first-generation Americans can prove to their living ancestors back home,
That it is greener on the other side,
From the payouts awarded from their parents’ hard work.
UCR is a family that looks in the mirror and sees the ever-changing face of these United States.
It holds the words passed down hundreds of years from men and women across nations who have bled and even died in the attempt to live the dream that today these Highlanders croon when awakened to.
Youth that sings the immigrant’s song which carries to a new family. A family devoted to research. Members who work through dusk to migrate breaks from the Box Spring Mountains:
Developing cancer treatments through DNA Repair,
Devising ecological strategies to sustain ecosystems in changing climates,
Utilizing patterns of data to predict earthquakes and their impacts,
And protecting the quality of water, so when travelers come upon it,
They will know that it is safe.
Highlanders from many backgrounds are found about, many who are doing what their parents and grandparents before them couldn’t. Not because they weren’t capable, they just weren’t able.
These Highlanders have made it to the Riverside, yet continue to cross boundaries their families haven’t seen. Highlanders whose parents vowed that their children would live a better life with perseverance and a potential that they, too, had—but never got to live. Now they’re alive, many in the sky,
Watching their children become Highlanders,
&
Living—Their Promise.

From Alma Mater Vol. 3: The West
You can read the full four-volume Alma Mater collection here.
©2016. Original Clyde Aidoo. All rights reserved

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Scripps College Poem

*Scripps College*

We’ll start here at the doors of Denison,
Then with the years you’ll go proceed,
To hold each tick as prime as venison,
In gardens where Green shows you’ll succeed.
You’ll stroll daily through shades of flowers,
Be serenaded by the roses of Scripps,
Then to the section that’s Margaret Fowler’s,
Improvising to beauty, never going off Scripps.
Remain in Motley and in Browsing Rooms,
Look out to this glorious place we live,
Segue to trees where sweetness looms,
Then cue friendships where you’ll ad lib.
Remember, the Wooden Doors is where you’ll come in,
If you seize this chance, life’s show will begin:

Take One.

From Alma Mater Vol. 3: The West
You can read the full four-volume Alma Mater collection here.
©2016. Original Clyde Aidoo. All rights reserved

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Loyola Marymount University Poem

Loyola Marymount Lions trudge out their blue & red lairs to make hunger crawls stall inside Hunger Banquet, Iggy’s, and heat up in shelters like The Den that deliver dark doses of warmth. There’s an emanating nearness coming from this private Los Angeles sector that leaks to outdoor concerts stretching out like barbed wire not in defense of the touch,
but jolts at commence of the touch
that parallels the scope of Paradise in sight. Where the California skies will transcend with us and continue elevating in us via the rose and gold meanderings of westward shifts that informed the young and undirected that the best showcases of California’s arts come from its forecast.
Where the rainclouds dazzle all audiences with its few appearances each year and is credited by name when onlookers applaud its colorful performance after the rain bows.

All the Lions’ acts of faith and justice have led to:
The Cerulean Climax that never concludes.

But at this penultimate end we see the ultimate has already been penned
in His pictorial magnum opus of California.

So although a greater paradise awaits,
if this is our last station ’fore the gates,
then gratefully,
We’ll wait.

From Alma Mater Vol. 3: The West
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©2016. Original Clyde Aidoo. All rights reserved

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Chapman University Poem

*Chapman University*

Inside Chapman are inspirational stories that go beyond borders.
Some are complete. Some are being written.
In a county that educates then celebrates the stories of Panthers who captivate.
These stories inspire, but what inspired them is the energy. The energy that runs through everywhere, everyone and everything. An energy in Orange, California that trades between bodies like the stories they sprout. Stories of broadcasters, climate changers, and visionaries of the theatre inside themselves.
Stories that motivate our family members to join the table tomorrow and share their own.
Stories written and produced by us,
Share—we must,
and leave behind the inspiration’s outline for writers to craft its sequel
As Disciples of the good word of Cardinal and Grey.
That is our story. The never-ending story of Chapman University.
And as an open campus
That is and will always be accepting submissions,
We’d love to be the place to record yours.

From Alma Mater Vol. 3: The West
You can read the full four-volume Alma Mater collection here.
©2016. Original Clyde Aidoo. All rights reserved

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Cal State – Long Beach Poem

*The Beach*

like The Color Purple fading from bleach,
Life has truths and so does college:
Students will play, Professors will teach,
And both of the above has brought us to The Beach.

An affordable education and plenty of fun,
Is why 49ers dig this school,
Plus plenty of water, plenty of sun,
And plenty of others choosing to come.

Over 30,000 rep’ Long Beach State,
And every year there’s another Gold Rush,
Beach Bunnies and Beach Bods are used as bait,
Jaws emerge hungry to suck then mate.

♫Da-Nun……Da-Nun……Da-Nun-Nun-Nun-Nun-Nun♫

When Jaws suck in it’s the people that’s coming,
So many willing preys is why so many came,
Freshmen rush down like indoor plumbing,
And every semester, more meat is forthcoming.

The Beach Dirtbags bully foes when it’s sunny,
Which on our mound, is all year round,
And we got Dirtbags who won’t steal your lunch money,
But they will steal your babe then go to lunch with your honey.

On campus at the Nugget or somewhere up the coast,
With so many girls to every guy, no guy is safe!
It’s every girl for herself, so some guys play with dos,
Some thought they found el uno but they’re not even close.

But like true 49ers, we have to keep looking!
While looking at marvels like the Walter Pyramid,
The 18-story brilliance that promotes a grand booking:
School spirit boiling over from 5,000 spirits cooking.

We’re Monsoon Maniacs and this school is pipin’ hot,
This arena, the people—hell, just surf the crowd!
You’ll see fit surfers and tanned girls on the spot,
All who came to college in Cali ripe & hot.

There’s a glow when we touch: i.e.—E.T,
If you’re not a 49er you’re Raiders of a Lost Spark,
This school is always hot even with the A.C.,
This is the heat wave that has plagued the LB.

like Gold & Black never fading its reach,
Life has truths and so does college:
Cali’s at its best when it commutes to the Beach,
And when you get here, let me hear, “Go Beach!”

From Alma Mater Vol. 3: The West
You can read the full four-volume Alma Mater collection here.
©2016. Original Clyde Aidoo. All rights reserved

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Chico State Poem

*Chico State*

Extra, Extra! Extra alcohol please!
Come in for insight on what hasn’t been released!

New Orion! Fresh off the press!
Get it while it’s hot, click away from your desk!

Extra, Extra! Read all about it!
Some stories aren’t printed so we’ll tell you all about it!

Daily Orion! Get it while you can!
Your college drinking stories:
Live them while you can!

Because
We read about opinions, sports, the arts…
and everything Chico,
But where, oh where,
Did our drinking stories go?
We read up on the news, the columns, events…
and all the features of Chico,
But where, oh where,
Did our drinking stories go?

Over the cheapest drink specials in state,
Cats tell one another about past high jinks,
With high animation, Wildcats narrate,
Everybody chimes in—and pitches in—to buy drinks.

They fill up their cups—and also Ivy Street,
And with new & old friends they relax at kickbacks,
Chico throws parties that make Wildcats streak,
The byline of each story is “When Animals Attack.”

Like the Esplanade mansion, these nights Bid Well,
When they start with wild ones off to make headlines,
As college’s best paper, Orion’s done well,
But omits the best stories: must be the deadlines.

Because
We read about opinions, sports, the arts…
and everything Chico,
But where, oh where,
Did our drinking stories go?
We read up on the news, the columns, events…
and all the features of Chico,
But where, oh where,
Did our drinking stories go?

You only live once in Yolo Hall,
And it’s not every day you see the Pumpkin Drop,
College is an open-ended story to all,
Every night has news that breaks—but does not drop.
New drinking records are never reported,
Because they’re sure to be broken again next week,
Though these buzzing stories may be a bit distorted,
We’ll go on making new ones to remember each week.

To New Drinking Stories, We Go!
Even if not a one of them will make newsfeeds,
We still will go out to make new stories:
You only live once, so chase your own leads.

From Alma Mater Vol. 3: The West
You can read the full four-volume Alma Mater collection here.
©2016. Original Clyde Aidoo. All rights reserved

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University of California – Davis Poem

*UC Davis*

Aggie Aggie Aggie! Oi Oi Oi!
Aggie Aggie Aggie! Oi Oi Oi!
Aggie Aggie Aggie! Boy, Boy, Boy
We’re ’bout to have some fun today.

Picnic Day brings Aggies back
Old classmates & the Aggie Pack
Our Spirit Squad stays on attack
Come out and feed on Picnic Day.

The Sons of “C,” the Mustangs, we’re
All making Blue & Gold appear
Then Calling green new faces here
To join the sheen of Picnic Day.

We get up bright for the parade
Marching to bloom without blockade
The Fashion Show gets an A Grade
Come on and wear your pride today.

Bikes ride in the arboretum
Bikes are what make this campus run
Bikes are the mode lots used to come
To Open House outside today.

The Chem-is-try Ma-gic Show: Wow!
Milking Contest: We have a Cow!
The Davis lawns & life we Plow!
Never more than Picnic Day.

The most acreage of—all UC schools
Is rocked by Ca-lifornia duels
Bands Battle from—all talent pools
Across the state on Picnic Day.

Doxie Derb’ is where dogs dash
DDR is where Dance is mashed
With sounds and pounds of Davis flash
Get Down-Get Down the Davis way.

With Tie-dye shirts and colors batched
The Blue and Gold—and Eggheads hatched
An Atmosphere that Aggies latched
Onto and now we loudly say:

Aggie Aggie Aggie! Oi Oi Oi!
Aggie Aggie Aggie! Oi Oi Oi!
Aggie Aggie Aggie! Boy, Boy, Boy
We sure had some fun today.

From Alma Mater Vol. 3: The West
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University of La Verne Poem

*University of La Verne*

Leopards come onboard then progress online in the best programs from home that take them onward; refining notions that endure to clash against times, where the “pregnant and barefoot” can walk out the home not to rebuild the world’s views but to change its landscape. At La Verne, men and women now have opportunity that is as equal as the right to our free speech, where outreach is stretched by the valedictorians and the actors. Not the professional actors. The pro actors. The pro-active who prove that hard work is an award to itself.
Those who know that when you follow money’s lead, you often lose yourself, but when you act like a leader, the money will follow.

At La Verne, both genders work together under visions of leaders like Lieberman, where service & knowledge come together to a time where women can lead the men to success’ podium just as well
and bring the same power—might as well
To showcase the University of La Verne’s salutations:
Welcome, Ladies and Gentlemen…

So glad you could all make it here.

From Alma Mater Vol. 3: The West
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©2016. Original Clyde Aidoo. All rights reserved

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Azusa Pacific University

*Azusa Pacific University*

In the thankful speeches of awarded Cougars,
Who are recipients, but share the credit,
The names accounted for are never forgotten,
They pour out easily for they are embedded.

They thank fathers who’ve been there from birth,
And who stuck around—to hear the first utters,
Mothers who have helped develop this speech,
And help work through life’s stumbles and stutters.

They thank professors who kept them in place,
And their eyes on the prize during each saccade,
They helped pry apertures before departure,
In order to spot light from the facades.

Now they share the spotlight with true friends,
Or coaches who pushed them to push back
When met with adversity, trials of the varsity,
And to claim awards of glory with tact.

They thank conductors who directed the choir,
Of the Chamber Singers who pulled them through,
To uplift to a praise from the ICC,
And they’re sure to give thanks to APU.

They thank the people who’ve been there for them,
Not just through the best, but always through the worst,
But before they say these names, they remember how they got here:
They were sure to put God First.

From Alma Mater Vol. 3: The West
You can read the full four-volume Alma Mater collection here.
©2016. Original Clyde Aidoo. All rights reserved

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Fresno State University Poem

*Fresno State*

What goes on behind the scenes—and by what means—
Does Fresno go to stay on the make?
Where do they find the time to craft such winery?
And how do they combine such sweet refinery?

What goes on behind the scenes of these award-winning flavors?
And how do they convene to put in all the labor?
In the enterprises across the campus brought to the Gibson market,
After tending to the crops, cattle, and swine,
We soothe a hard day’s work with the balance of wine.

And we have all aged with vineyard ways
And each year gets better at Vintage Days.

50,000 from all ages
come to Fresno to enjoy this showcase
of
what various craftsmen have been waiting to share.

They enjoy Boomtown Food and Games, live entertainment,
And sample Fresno through beer & wine tastings as well as the
Features of this three-day event.
Some who attend this event are seniors in high school,
And when they hear about what has been made here, and what’s been done…
Such as the winning of the 2008 Baseball Championship…
Then hear about the hundreds of awards that’s been won,
They can’t help wondering what went into all of this.
And though they may not know how we’ve done it,
They know whatever it took,
That whatever it takes,

They’ll join the enterprise next year after making it.

From Alma Mater Vol. 3: The West
You can read the full four-volume Alma Mater collection here.
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