Alma Mater Vol. 1 (College Poetry – Available Now)

I see you professor, messenger of tradition. I see you bookworm, pursuer of knowledge. I see you party animal, pursuer of parties. I see you jocks and fan enthusiasts alike, pursuers of glory. I see you alums, pursuers of the past. I even see you high school seniors, pursuers of the future, and still undecided on the direction to take. Yup. I see you. And this one’s for you: All of you.

Available Now for only 99 cents.

Book Jacket Copy: In Alma Mater: Vol. 1, Original Clyde Aidoo takes us on a memorable tour of the Midwest with a vast collection of poetry celebrating 100 of the best universities in the region.

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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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The Art of a Woman

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*The Art of a Woman*

Cashmere skin softer than surah fabric — spun from the very thread of nature…All the way down to their hips — One touch lifts flocculent trips.
Those variety of hips are molded in a feminine lotion —
&
When they move it’s
Poetry in Motion.

A Higher Power has created these Models…

And they use His sidewalks as their runways.

Oh, we stop and stare, because
they have a fragrance about their poise, and an aura upon their confidence.
Beneath those hips lie-thighs with a buried treasure of a potent diamond that uplift new lives upon us.
And with the strength appointed in them they Labor to be Birth Givers,
then perfect
The Art of Caretaking.

Yes a Higher Power created these Models…but they each hold their Own crafted image.
This green earth carries a multi-colored gallery…
With a Maker who disgraces Picasso.

Let us praise His name, for He has done well…
though
I do not know if God is
Male or Female…
I do know
He or She

Is an Artist.

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Your Complicated Soul

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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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Alma Mater Vol. 1: The Midwest (Available Now!!)

Available Now for only 99 cents.

I see you professor, messenger of tradition. I see you bookworm, pursuer of knowledge. I see you party animal, pursuer of parties. I see you jocks and fan enthusiasts alike, pursuers of glory. I see you alums, pursuers of the past. I even see you high school seniors, pursuers of the future, and still undecided on the direction to take. Yup. I see you. And this one’s for you: All of you.

Book Jacket Copy: In Alma Mater: Vol. 1, Original Clyde Aidoo takes us on a memorable tour of the Midwest with a vast collection of poetry celebrating 100 of the best universities in the region.

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H.o.S.

*H.o.S.*

Love brings out the best in our hearts,
In Fact,
It also brings out the worst,
You’re punch drunk on the power of your vessels,
While I’m drenched
In the thirst.
You’re a vagabond, you’re designed to think twice,
That’s Alright,
I resigned to your chameleon;
Taken by your jade I was forsaken in the heist,
Vegas Matchmakers said
One in a Million.
Chance love with prudence, dear,
Be the oddsmaker,
A muse to the poets—
You are a book maker;
Blowing in the wind, child,
You are a breathtaker.
Your time was precious
&
Yes, you are the gem—
Classified as a
Heart of Stone.
~ ~
Love is paradoxical—
You must be selfish for you to be selfless.
You must hold out till you have it all,
Before you can give your all.
We want what we want—
Buy, Buy, Buy,
Hearts not in sync?
Bye, Bye, Bye.
I have been where the vagabond was,
Leaving another
Right where she was.
Cupid shot her heart and I saw it affected,
Then he shot mine and the arrow deflected,
Cursed with this cancer
I am still alone—
Left with this
Heart of Stone.
~ ~
Love is what the vagabond is—
A gem that everyone wants to hold,
In its pursuit some are left on their own,
While we bleed
the
Heart of Stone.

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Your Complicated Soul

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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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Closure

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*Closure*

A friend of mine once told me that
There is no such thing as closure.
When they’re done, they’re done,
That’s It,
It’s Over.
It’d sure be nice if it was more like the Soap Operas.
I don’t mean the yelling and the drama and the throwing stuff…
It’d be nice to know that you’d see that face again, and that whatever is meant to be —
Will Be,
And whatever happens — there will be closure.
It’d be nice to saunter aimlessly about town and end up on a pier at the same time the woman on your mind is just standing there, looking out into the water…all by herself…
With Absolutely No One Else Around.
That’d sure be nice.
To have that kind of timing, and for it to be out of our hands.
Only in real life this never happens, instead the weeks go by as we await a phone call from the one who has to deep down recognize the error of their ways…or at least have the courtesy to discuss their
conclusion.
But the phone never rings.
I’d like to just take a walk through the park in an empty town designed only to unscramble empty pieces and puzzling endings and find the same woman a week or so later. Once again. All by herself.
And not even be like,
“Oh my God. You again!? What are the odds!?”
But just simply state,
“Hi. How are you?”
All…Matter-of-Fact Like.
Then we’d pick up where we left off at the pier.
And if it must keep happening at the park, or the same pier over and over again, or best yet — an empty bar, that’s my favorite…then so be it. It will continue to happen because in this world, our guardian angels refuse to let us go out like that. They will see to it that we get that closure we so richly deserve.
And after everything is finally out and settled…suddenly, that park, the pier, and the only local bar in town suddenly become even emptier…or much more crowded.
And the face is gone as it should be.
Like a relationship purgatory that didn’t know where to go, but is now finally wherever it belongs, and out of your life.
It may be awkward at times, but it’d sure be nice to have a little closure. To find out what went wrong without always being the one to pick up the phone.
Or better yet, to say an amicable goodbye and sincerely reflect on memories one last time.
Yeah, that would be nice.
Almost as if thinking about the other person wills it into happening.
If it were like that down here, then
I would’ve seen her Every Single Day…
Until there was closure.

I don’t think I’d be the only one.
Those parks would be as packed as Wrigley, those piers as crowded as Navy, and those bars would have
*Capacity Met*
Yes, yes, yes, it’d be Nice to have just a little closure.
But that’s why it’s a Soap Opera.
Because here in this lonesome town:

The Phone Never Rings.

 

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Me Against the World

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*Me Against the World*

Never take your eyes off the opponent…
Any great will tell you that.
Even before the bell…
Tyson was the best at that.
I’m alone in the corner.
Eyes on opponent.
Always on opponent.
I pace, loosen, stretch, waggle.
They may remain steady
or step violently in an attempt to intimidate.
My eyes shift with them.
Where they go, my eyes follow. Every movement is countered by my head.
My focus is undaunted, unflinching.
Finally, we meet in the center.
Human rulebooks stand in-between…
Telling me what I can and can’t do.
I pay no attention.
I stay focused on my opponent.
I make no faces —
No menacing gestures.
I just stare.
One of Tyson’s victims swayed during the staredown…
Trying to stay active and keep his energy.
Tyson’s head remained firm as Iron,
but his eyes swayed with the opponent.
Left to the right. Right to left. His eyes followed.

I go back to my small corner
where no one can touch me.
My opponent has already been announced.
The match already set.
It’s Me Against the World.
Bell rings.
I leave my corner in pursuit of a partner.
A Formidable Tag Team Duo.
Together let’s win the title; Change the title:
*Us Against the World*

 

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A Salesman’s Omission

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*A Salesman’s Omission*

“Go out and Live!”
Exclaims the world!
They sell the notion of
Living Every Day
Like it’s the last
and to not let a single minute
Be lost.
With a drowsy eye
and a wavering head —
I sit up in my bed,
and skeptically ask:

“How much does that cost?”

 

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