Cornell University Poem

Posted on October 13, 2016 by clydeaidoo — Leave a comment

From Alma Mater Vol. 2: The Northeast
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*Cornell University*

The bells of McGraw are the air of Cornell,
Every breathing form chimes in.
The Big Red is in our veins
and our song—
&
Every beating heart climbs in.
Cornell gathers as one
in concert,
For Odysseys on the land of Ithaca;
In unison we sing the Cornell name,
and like our architects—the song builds

To the high points of Bradfield, Milstein,
the Johnson Museum—
Architecture that has the nation singing the praises
of the constructive minds
this program raises.
Like the pillars of Victorian and gothic—we align,
Mapping construction’s apex—by design,
Our forward progress is one that’s breaking:
News, molds, bounds, and grounds;
We delivered journalism to college degrees,
Reshaped engineering to model what’s found:
A reflection of catharsis throughout this town,
In landmarks like Sage, where founders
Rest Sound
Knowing their broad charity will give on,
And they, and our traditions, will live on.

Cornelliana sings of our amore,
It seeps & keeps—the red core,
A tradition of fire that grows each day,
Up to the height of year’s end:
Slope Day.
Cornelliana carries our campus in link,
With wins carried in tow on Lynah rink,
This wide student body shares the same red wagon,
Spirits lifted and moving like the Cornell Dragon.

The fire of our chorus—sounds in our bells,
The song of our spirit—each student exhales,
We breathe this fire that vanquishes hell,
Found in this heaven—
All hail,
Cornell.

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SUNY-ESF Poem

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From Alma Mater Vol. 2: The Northeast
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*SUNY—ESF*

On the voyage to a clean environment,
ESF has Oaks who lead the way,
A cutting-edge college for our planet’s maintenance,
Guarding creation, Grazing astray.
Aboriginal we are—with the sole path
of environmental study & all its sciences,
Tilling the mind until we strike the pipeline,
Unearthing nature’s treasured appliances:

Retreats to Cranberry Lake in the summer,
The parks of New York—a gift from God,
Explore what leads souls to parts unknown,
But do not ever cross the Quad.
We’re befrienders to our Syra-neighbors,
With visits to the Orange in the Carrier Dome,
Then we go back to the green of the forest,
To find Mother Nature & carry her home.
ESF is more than a factor of results,
We, in essence, have become the cause,
Assuring the world spins to where love begins,
With a new model the Oaks have caused.
Come join the cause—for the selfish reasons,
So the betterment can turn the best of both worlds:
When you improve the self at ESF,
That, in turn,
Improves your world.

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Columbia University Poem

Posted on October 12, 2016 by clydeaidoo — Leave a comment

*Columbia University*

Our Alma Mater,
Let us address thee.
At your ivy threshold, the blue academy of
New York’s finest,
We alert the presses of your honors & fill the news of your highness.
Columbia Daily Spectator, monthly fills of Blue & White, we maintain our esteemed history with the Current, and wide releases from this literary Mecca.
This is our nation’s Mecca; and like our city, we make good hosts to today’s world leaders where free speech has a forum, and we make a home for tomorrow’s world leaders, an exemplary model of United Nations in a manifold circle ensuring the say for a global community is circa yesterday. We took the route of Columbia—
New York’s #1 Subway
of
Engineering Entrepreneurs who tally into
the Silicon Alley. The leaders that give the Big Apple its starch began at Lerner Hall with the First Year March. Freshmen march on to become the song and dance of the Varsity Show,
and light the stage like College Walk before they go.
And 40 days before goodbye,
They grab a cold 40,
40s on 40 until the night becomes early.
In the days to come we walk the steps
which we’ve become fond,
the Urban Beach of sun and fun that
froze our warm bond.
Now up the Low Steps we reach our Alma Mater,
and in her crown and grown,
She’s as divine as she ever was.

You are already adorned with laurels, and glow with knowledge and golden wisdom, but we shall continue to wrap you with the world’s most Nobel Prize winners to complement your jewels on 29 Heads of State.
Sit still as we decorate you with Academy Award winners, Supreme Court Justices, and the lasting touch:
All the blended colors of
New York City;
Our Alma Mater,
Let us dress thee.

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Respect for the Dead

Posted on October 11, 2016 by clydeaidoo — Leave a comment

From Art of Mind II: All-In. Available Now on Amazon.com.

*Respect for the Dead*

Well Excuse Me,
Ms. Sunshine,
Not all worlds are as
Rosy as yours.
Believe it or not, somewhere there’s
Stormy Weather,
Withering Fruit,
Delicate Flowers Trampled,
Shattered Earths,
Aftershocks…
Even people being put
In the Ground.

So the next time you see me at a funeral you know Nothing About,

Do not ask me why I am not smiling.

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Modus Operandi

Posted on October 11, 2016 by clydeaidoo — Leave a comment

From Art of Mind II: All-In. Available Now on Amazon.com.

*Modus Operandi*

We can measure this moment. Put it in our lab and set aside times for mating
— But strap on gloves to avoid reproducing.
We can reheat these molecules and rekindle our body temperatures —
Downing it in swarded weed fields that we aver will rise and grow
at the first sign of moisture. Perhaps it will.
But more likely than not, we will not be able to cultivate the growth that is firmly grounded
In This Moment.

I know society and customs won’t let us act now,
So when I become too forward you must back down.
But way, way, planted deep down:
You know
And
I Know:
It could never be hotter
Than if it happened in this spot.
In This Moment.

Or even just on this night.

Initial Mystery, curiosity, and spontaneous unbridled lust cannot reoccur,
It can only recycle —
And if you choose not to discard something in demand —
How can I call you trash?
Baby, if I didn’t respect you, I wouldn’t have asked you.
Or Want You.

If I wouldn’t respect you, then I wouldn’t respect myself.

You must respect that which mainsprings a positive response;
I feel a discharge coming tonight, and it’s not your dignity.

I don’t think we can bottle these hormones.
We need to hold on to it now.
Act on it now.
I want to let it flow — outside of the world’s pre-programmed lab,
Still — you insist on using your stopper.

You can’t record this feeling with digital data or entered numbers —
If we’re lucky we can find a similar spark when we return to the lab,
but the flame we had will extinguish by an emergency procedure that you were told to carry out
by unnamed sources with white coats and beakers of wet dreams on their mantels.

If only we could have acted on impulse, instead of following procedure —

We would’ve burned this mother down.

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Rutgers Creative Piece (Tribute)

Posted on October 10, 2016 by clydeaidoo — Leave a comment

From Alma Mater Vol. 2: The Northeast
Available Now for only 99 cents!

*Rutgers—New Brunswick*

Scarlet Knights,
We
Take New Brunswick!
And with the Raiders & Raptors
We make New Jersey!
Inside the
The State University of New Jersey,
We’ve arrived at the floodgates of
college life.
With 60,000 Knights in the Rutgers cavalry,
it’s unquestioned:
R-U
Is Ready.

***

R-U Rah Rah!
R-U Rah Rah!
Hoo-Rah! Hoo-Rah!
Rutgers, Rah!
Upstream, Red Team!
Red Team, Upstream!
Rah! Rah!
Rutgers, Rah!

This calls the unbridled charge of RU,
Are You Ready?
Hoo-Rah! To the field is our crew;
Opposition: Not Ready.
In the record books
we are college football’s home team,
in its first game,
Princeton got creamed!
Two points back then
is converted now
to a blowout,
We own the Cannon,
Scarlet Fires: Tigers smoked out.
The popping sound is still
ringing through:

R……U

Scarlet Knights now invade the Big Ten,
Headed upstream is the nobleman tin,
Making advance in the Land Discovery,
In the largest school repository.
In research, the Knights take on disease,
And by night, we party as we please:

The night is
R-U
Ready.

And yes, we’re ready
for
Main and Union Street,
To Frat Row parties to yup it up with freshies,
Where the boy/girl ratio is always 1 to 3.

R…U…

Fucking Kidding Me?

That’s the Rutgers expression
When males see it’s only Knights—
with breast plates allowed
&
It’s back to lonely nights.

To Douglass the Knights go!
They begin the panty raid!
Maidens—Everywhere,
They spread out like marmalade.

Knights get a kiss by the lake
&
submerge in Passion Puddle,
And over at the Bridge,
lovers merge into a cuddle.

When new blood gets in Rutgers,
Scarlet happy dance—the party’s on,
And for the next four years,
College Ave.—
Dance Marathon.

Rutgers is New Jersey,
The state comes out—
Rutgers Day;
And though they canceled Rutgersfest,
The streets fill—
Anyway.

Where else can you find The Grease Trucks?
Fat Sandwiches,
Gimme some;
“Fat Cats,” “Fat Darrell,”
“Fat Bitches,”
Yum-Yum.
The “Bitches” went to “Beaches,”
And we at Bishop Beach—
Show & Tell;
Cut-up from the Rec,
Fresh with even tone—
GTL.

Ready for another party
at Delta Phi
with that jungle juice,
With stories worthy of the Targum,
Hung out all night—
Stretched the noose.
When we claim the best,
We don’t stretch the truth,
R-U is Jersey’s sacred youth,
It’s unity—a collective group,
On Unity Day—
We bring the proof.
We’ve found our home.
Have you?
We bring the noise.
Do you?
At Rutgers,
We’re all one,
New Jersey—
We’ve all won,
We’re at the college peak:
R-U

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New Jersey Institute of Technology Poem

Posted on October 10, 2016 by clydeaidoo — Leave a comment

From Alma Mater Vol. 2: The Northeast
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NJIT*

Up the grand staircase of Eberhardt Hall—
The larger-than-life landmark of NJIT,
A Class of ’85 Physics major passed the railing of black walnut
and beheld his greatest discovery.
Ten years after his final science assignment,
He found that it is not only the astronomers
who depend on the alignment of the stars.
This ten-year reunion spurred a new beginning
from functions only then fully awakened.
An Alumni Weekend offering a beneficiation
of the Cosmos,
allowing the unknown to process then extract life.

The Biogenesis.

His discovery had made contributions
inside Guttenberg a decade ago,
a true product of the sciences,
and on this night it was the physicist’s
beautiful discovery
That also found him.

The physicist left the reunion
With this discovery that escaped
Him during his four-year tenure.
With an amorous equipoise,
They walked out together
to the wonders of love.
Today, twenty years later,
Their creation is in the
MFC cleanroom,

Depositing a life’s work fueled by such discoveries.

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Rutgers-Newark Poem

Posted on October 5, 2016 by clydeaidoo — Leave a comment

From Alma Mater Vol. 2: The Northeast
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*Rutgers—Newark*

Rutgers brings the colors of All America,
Raiders sing its song from an altered view,
Sharing Hughes’s lyric on a mixed America,
Singing, “I am America, too.”
The most diverse campus in the country—
Newark is where culture and breeds are rife,
Beyond the words in a dictionary,
Culture is: our way of life.
We make you feel at home—the country’s RA,
The different flavors join—inside the broad batter,
Diversity is spread out & in our DNA,
Diversity is our science: It does matter.
We show different colors, but all share the same Jersey,
Representing Rutgers in Newark, New Jersey.

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Monmouth University Poem

Posted on October 5, 2016 by clydeaidoo — Leave a comment

From Alma Mater Vol. 2: The Northeast
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*Monmouth University*

Clearly we can see in the Midnight Blue
&
With the eyes of a Hawk,
So shall you.

For any leader to arrive at the desired destination, like a Hawk
flying through the pedestrian underpass trying to make it to class,
They can only look forward.
They must plan ahead in order to span ahead,
And most of all,
They must uplift those who are down.
We imagine a place in Central New Jersey,
Where everyone sees life this way.
With Hawks perched atop the colonnade of the idyllic Erlanger Gardens, or at Pier Village gazing out into the clean ocean, we look forward to you landing on this Long Branch,
so you can
Share this vision.

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Stevens Institute of Technology Poem

Posted on October 4, 2016 by clydeaidoo — Leave a comment

From Alma Mater Vol. 2: The Northeast
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*Stevens Institute of Technology*

When the word “Innovation” is used at
Stevens Institute of Technology,
It is not just to state what has come out this institution,
but to remind today’s world just where it came from:

the creators of tomorrow,
world leaders making way,
beginning in a capital where
future entrepreneurs get a return on
their investment
at a rate that outpays
98% of the competition.

This is where Innovation grows
with interest,
and
with creative cultivation—
We’ve reached the highest point of Hoboken,
and are always configuring the parameters of the
Unlimited.

Stevens is a classroom that transcends the labs
and the graphs to find the point;
in cross-functional terms
We Solve for Y,
Finding answers where applications are not in a
textbook,
but are waiting with the imperative
of the outside world.

We are
People in Motion
like Charles Stewart Mott,
building solar homes
with our energy,
so that mothers of three can inhabit
in the disruptive vision that Ducks lived in.
Like our builders of the beams we are always
making room,
and at the top of Hoboken,
the view is exceptional.
Stevens Institute is where Innovation
transfers like in-state credits
&
In the bi-currents of the global solar panel,
We are the electricity.
We have landed
“Through adversity to the stars,”
with belief that tomorrow doesn’t come
through sleep,
It rises from the
restless…
And is
Ours to Create.

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