Penn State Poem

*Penn State*

They said that we were history.
Wrong.
Penn State is history,
&
We Are Penn State.

***

They said that we were history.
Wrong.
Much like Pearl Harbor, and the Great Flood of 1889:
History is not the tragic event itself,
History is what survived it.

And what is found here in this Park
Goes a lot further than any field.

Engineers by the thousands travel this country and, much like their university, are committed to rebuild.
Buildings.
Buildings like Old Main, which began our history, and hovering tall—
It stands.
Monuments.
Monuments like The Nittany Lion Shrine, which guards this home, and on Homecoming,
Standing in the Lion’s place,
We switch shifts.
Moments.
Moments inside The Hub and outside Berkey Creamery, where we indulge in the delight of friendship, with its sweetness frozen in time.
Parties.
A party history that goes on, as the times we had—stand still.
This is the best party in all Pennsylvania,
Those invited,

Celebrate.

In this world of survival of the fittest,
The Nittany Lions have survived
&
Conquered.
With a two-time national champion men’s team, and the winningest team in women’s history,
We have conquered the sport of volleyball, including 2008, when our
Men and Women took to the top together.

There are celebrations in the Rec Center when Russ leads the team to yet another national championship. And there are celebrations when Cael Sanderson continues to lead our wrestling program to the dynasty of this generation. Yes, there is a lot to celebrate at Penn State.
We have celebrated the development of heart-assist pumps and the first rechargeable pacemaker,
And through such celebrations,
We have learned that Penn State is designed to survive
Even the hardest of heartbreaks.

They said that we were history.
They then justly cleared our field.
But
Even in light of what’s been erased,

Our whiteouts will never fade.

And now we take back our field.

We are fighters.
We are revelers.
We are believers.
We are tomorrow.
They said that we were history…
Shhhh. We are still working.
We—Are—Penn State.

From Alma Mater Vol. 2: The Northeast
You can read the full four-volume Alma Mater collection here.
Copyright © 2015 Clyde Aidoo

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University of Pittsburgh Poem

*The University of Pittsburgh*

Pitt is the home of our community.

Blue-collar citizens who build bridges
for
differences:
East ‘Burgh. The West End.
North & South crossing with
the T…
The rails bring parts of all Pittsburg to Oakland,
&
We are always sure to donate back.

Constructing a home takes different parts,
Bringing encounters with responses that make
Pitt Arts.

This is the City of Champions.
And we emulate them on Forbes Avenue, when we take down the O fries like champs.
We cheer the goal strikers like Mario Lemieux who raised the Igloo.
We follow the Pittsburgh championship model with our philosophy of team building, integration, and energy…
Maintaining the vitality of this community with public service and waste reduction,
So as receivers of Pittsburg like Franco Harris,
This miracle catch can save each season.

Pittsburgh, PA:
What a catch.
Interstate 279
is the next catch.
Through the Golden Triangle of this City of Steel,
We can arrive
at the entrance of
Heinz Field.

Pitt is the home of football.

Beginning each year with a bonfire and a pep rally,
Pitt continues the game’s raging start,
Unveiling the first pro game ever played:
Pittsburgh is football’s definitive spark.

Watch the golden lights.
The victory lights that flood the cathedral when we sing her song,

Hail to Pitt.

Showcasing the steel curtain of football’s reveals:
Presenting the first coast-to-coast TV broadcast of a live sporting event.
The home of the first live college football radio broadcast.
And the first to give numbers to the players,
So that the greats can know what they’ve meant,
With their presence still displayed after retirement.

Forgers like
Ditka, Marino, Green, Fitzgerald,
Who were cast by some of the greatest masterminds of
our sport:
“Pop” Warner, Johnny Majors, Jock Sutherland,
Earning Pitt Football nine national championships,
And 13 bowl victories:
Hail to Pitt.
Challengers who enter,
Fail to Pitt.

The Panther Prowl leads the way to the
March to Victory.
Such yells are only fit for the Panther Pitt,
Sing it loud:

Let’s Go Pitt!

Singing right before victory’s shrill,
And it feels
Oh So Good.

Like the flag bearers who lead the team onto the field,
In the ACC we hold the standard.
A given in our sport—
From the first catch.

Pittsburgh, PA:
What a catch.
Interstate 376
is the next catch.
Through the Turnpike of this city of steel,
We’re at Petersen—where our Panthers kill.

Pitt is the home of the Panthers.

Panthers—
In Leaps.
Those in the Oakland Zoo
scream as the Panthers are released…
And keep shouting as they attack.

In the Petersen Center, the Zoo is what
keeps the Panthers together,
As our noise
along with
their siege:
Make visitors fall apart.

Pitt is atmospheres like conference games
in Petersen.
Celebrations like E-Week, Bigelow Bash, and Fall Fest.
Solidification like the bronze of our Panther
That goes from outside the William Pitt Union—
All over this
Learning Cathedral.

Every Panther who chose Pitt
Hit a Homerun
In the college slate,
And at Posvar Hall is where they
Cross Home Plate.

We built this home here in the city of builders.
Along with the western hemisphere’s tallest academic building:
A 535-Foot skyscraper that spans 42 stories,
And is as magnificent on the inside as the outside.
Providing a view for the Panthers to look from
this gothic structure within these limestone walls
out to see what we have built:

This project that began in 1787,
A blueprint donated with the hearts of Panthers…
So that today on Cathy’s lawn & throughout Oakland,
From
Generation to Generation,
We can pass the ball to the next campaign,
With the catchphrase:

Catch.

From Alma Mater Vol. 2: The Northeast
You can read the full four-volume Alma Mater collection here.
Copyright © 2015 Clyde Aidoo

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Indiana University of Pittsburgh Poem

*IUP*

Don’t let It get away.

Chase It into the halls of Stephenson,
where comfort & leisure await.

When It tells you to put off unpacking to join the Freshmen Convocation on the grass…
Sit down.

Follow It to a table in Foster, where familiar faces from your floor are sitting…
so that new neighbors may become new friends.

On IUP Day, do not overanalyze which club to join…It will tell you.

Even though stage fright is still behind your class presentation, use It to tell a joke when
with a straight line—It comes to you.

Capture It when Its voice rises to speak to the beautiful face buried in the books of Stapleton,
even though the others expect silence.

Walk with It to a movie date when asked, even though Midterms
are hours away.

Use It as the color behind the Chalk-on-the-Walk. And make sure these words
have Its name in them.

At the small window where It shouts to get up for your 8 a.m. class:
Jump.

Attend karaoke night at Grubs Sports Bar with It,
to pay tribute to lyrics that gave breaks when life was canvassed in studies—
To help give it all meaning.

While at task,
Listen when It whispers at your desktop: That sleep does not assure Its restart,
so tonight you must reboot.

When it feels like you are knocking on the doors of something
the world has been missing,
do not walk away with reasons why they will never be opened to you,
find & mind your own business—then make the plan.

When jogging through Oak Grove past the variegated leaves of autumn, come to a halt
to take Its entire lifespan in your snapshot.

Unlike the trees in the picture that won’t soon be dead,
Its life’s length is of cutaway thread.
You must
Document Its fleeting time in your application, commute, then arrive:
You must
Allow your Inspiration to act,
While It is still alive.

From Alma Mater Vol. 2: The Northeast
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Bloomsburg University Poem

*Bloomsburg University*

Let out your Inner Husky.
Because there will be no better time.
There will be no better place.
Everywhere we are is the place to be.
And every square foot of these 282 acres
Is your home,
So come out and play.

There is a Block Party taking place.
And after our release to attack 54 undergraduate majors
and 20 graduate programs,
Thousands of Huskies, including many representatives of the 250+ student organizations on campus
Have now been Unleashed onto the street.

Some complain in fear of the carnage that ensues every April;
while others see the Huskies Unleashed as a call to come out.
Do not run from the animal inside.
No, not when there are Huskies who play together,
Feed on one another, and even scattered on the street—
Stick together…
Proving that college is the best chance to grab life’s fetters and
Fully Let Go.

These Huskies’ reckless release has made it quite safe for everybody to say,
Bloomsburg University in Pennsylvania is the place to Be
You.

From Alma Mater Vol. 2: The Northeast
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Villanova University Poem

*Villanova University*

Our Augustinian vision remains clear,
Blue as the lakes, white as a dove,
Spreading peace around the East,
with

True Unified Love

Firm foundations that lend outreach,
Advancing stronger with every club,
Seeking more bread to feed the world,
with

True Unified Love

Fighting breast cancer with team awareness,
In effort as one in this healing hub,
Together we turn to stand and Face AIDS,
with

True Unified Love

It takes a village to raise a child,
To help a young life come to bud,
When you speak of the place where someday they’ll grow,
Tell them of

True Unified Love

In St. Thomas of Villanova Church,
Our prayers—ring from above,
What He grants is found below:

True Unified Love

In the Pavilion where the Wildcats run,
Our cheers—ring from above,
This arena is packed from front to back
filled with

True Unified Love

An elite program & national title:
Was brought by a bona fide shove;
Now it remains, forever engrained,
met with

True Unified Love

~ ~

Victory, Virtue, Valiance:
What Villanova is made of,
But the most valued component…
is

True Unified Love

From Alma Mater Vol. 2: The Northeast
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Copyright © 2015 Clyde Aidoo

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Temple University Poem

*Temple*

This Temple seats the Owls of the Night,
And the first champions of the NIT,
More wins than any of Philly’s Big Five,
The Owls grow strong in the IBC.

The Alma Mater bids us to fight!
These tenacious Owls are not afraid,
By night’s end, they will take the lead…
When led by the Cherry Crusade.

Fight, Temple, Fight!
Owls, take over the night.

Owls at the Center of the Arts,
Yield to the incoming forces,
Drawn in Tyler, Breaking out in Boyer,
The self is freed when creation enforces.

Temple life is a grand production,
Every person has a strong knack,
As on film, when there’s a call for takes…
Bring action and start to act.

Fight, Temple, Fight!
Owls, take over the night.

Dash the Spirit of Philadelphia,
Cruise the night afloat & ashore,
Into South Street,
Center & Old City,
Then ride off with the night you tore.

At Draught Horse you’ll tap Temple Love:
Temple Made. Philly Made. Self Made.
Perseverance conquers the 15th round…
Next week it’s another dark raid.

Fight, Temple, Fight!
Owls, take over the night.

Flash the Spirit of Philadelphia,
Into your chips & the yearbook,
Franklin Square, The Liberty Bell:
The Polaroid of Freedom that Philly shook.

Please—Touch—the palpability of the city:
The museums, the streets, the pulse…
Take the CityPASS, snap and explore…
Then follow your natural impulse.

March, Temple, March.
Then Owls,
Take over the night.

Temple takes the Owls of the Night,
To discover these Acres of Diamonds,
Whenever an Owl is within sight,
The murky horizon always brightens.

Temple’s colors run Broad Street,
Then the Liacouras Center,
They graduate to go run the world,
Times at Bell Tower—the Owls reenter.

March, Temple, March.
&
Owls, take with you these nights.

From Alma Mater Vol. 2: The Northeast
You can read the full four-volume Alma Mater collection here.
Copyright © 2015 Clyde Aidoo

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Duquesne University Poem

*Duquesne University*

Making

The Spiritans form Duquesne,
The Tamburitzans who danced and sang
Find inspiration and contribute
To places that help the soul commute.

It makes

The scholar fight to stay up,
The crowd boost to put the Dukes up,
The knees on A-Walk continue to stride,
And our groups to keep—Faith Alive.

It makes

The learners chase the class ring,
Tamburitzans still continue to sing,
Liturgies swell with cheers & tears,
The nightlife live beyond these years.

It is

The helper to find God & then oneself,
Helping the lost to find someone else,
&
Just as it helps joined man & wife:
It is the Spirit that gives life.

From Alma Mater Vol. 2: The Northeast
You can read the full four-volume Alma Mater collection here.
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Immaculata University Poem

*Immaculata University*

Almighty God,
You gave us this strength.
Now we, too,
Must share it.

The eternal dream is
to wake the weary who
lie prone from asperities laid upon them
by making things right so they can stand upright,
Then walk to the Immaculate light.

Where after dreams
Of adventures of night
Macs can awake every day to this true surreal sight:
A place they can serve and surrender their all,
Rise to Power,
Then walk with Might in the Immaculata light.

From Alma Mater Vol. 2: The Northeast
You can read the full four-volume Alma Mater collection here.
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Lehigh University Poem

*Lehigh University*

Today brought a Delta back to remember,
This blood rivalry fought the month of November,
He forgot not—the shed of Lafayette,
Lehigh as a whole—he’ll never forget.

Mountain Hawks come and fly as they will,
But they always will—return to The Hill,
As sure and as soon as the moon comes up,
These houses always—provide a full cup.

Lehigh’s Frat Houses are the home of Beirut,
Teams lose, not moan, like Dad’s, they root,
They root for more beer…then they root for beer,
Making Hawks like this Delta—stoked to be here.

Back on The Hill to drink wheat by the acre,
Like blue to the ‘bells, it is in his nature,
A member for ten years, but he is still rushing—
Through thrills with his friends before Lafayette’s crushing.

Still game for hundred-cup, and any Beirut game,
The blasts from the past is why this Delta came,
Such as Greek Week and his great bro tales,
Like having girls in his room—right after “Hotels.”

The drinks in his room were from a full liter,
Whenever guests arrived, the vodka was the greeter,
Lehigh’s party scene is called “Right to the Chase,”
In everybody’s room’s a Lehigh Bed Race.

In a school that’s as famed as PA’s Lehigh,
There comes responsibility and work knee high,
And for every failure and data faux pas,
There’s a successful party—like Delta’s Mardi Gras.

This is a hidden ivy, but we’re all in the stands,
Lehigh is the team that never disbands,
Alums like this Delta have permanent spots—
In Bethlehem, while every Leopard just rots.

From Alma Mater Vol. 2: The Northeast
You can read the full four-volume Alma Mater collection here.
Copyright © 2015 Clyde Aidoo

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Carnegie Mellon University Poem

*Carnegie Mellon University*

The City of Bridges is the way to the heart;
&
When The Steel City finds new ‘plants,
The heart is put to work.

Whether from Pennsylvania or transplanting from out of state,
CMU quickly becomes home.
Through midnight to dawn we work on our fence…
The Fence that doesn’t keep out,
But brings outsiders together.

The Fence is painted with Tartans
Until every border is overlapped…
The surface we bleed our colors
is
The Cut.

Our paintings inspire.
They inspire the common community to create uncommon ideas.
They inspire community.
They inspire mending fences of disharmony,
Providing meeting destinations like Kresge Theatre—
Where the art we foretold in advance
Can come to life from our hearts
&
Advance.
This is the fence that pushes us to cross to the other side
As graduates,
While making us want to stay a little longer…
OK,
Maybe a lot longer.

It inspires us to hang to this Carnegie inspiration…
Captured by this fence that not only inspires our work,
But our humor…
And like any true piece of art,
It continues to inspire new magic.

It inspires us to make every Spring Carnival the best one to date…
And to charge for the Buggy Race prize out the gate,
It inspires the various Greeks to proclaim
The loved fraternity whence they came.

This paint, this art, this fence,
Is the movement of CMU for the nation
to
Inspire Innovation.

Carnegie Mellon is art, labor—with such great perks,
Where just as the gems we are bound to create,

The heart is in the works.

From Alma Mater Vol. 2: The Northeast
You can read the full four-volume Alma Mater collection here.
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