University of Cincinnati Poem

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*Cincinnati*

Don’t believe us when we say that the Red & Black triumphs in
The Big East,
Or that the Bearcats are
Academic Beasts;
Don’t believe that there is a magic in our stance
&
In our dance.
Or that our contributions have helped
America Advance.
No,
Don’t believe that the Cincy experience—
Is worth
Every Student Fee,
No, No, don’t take it from me,
Just come to UC—
&
You’ll see.

No, don’t believe that Cincinnati is the
Queen of the West,
And that when it comes to college charm,
We do it the best.
Ignore our Alma mater when we claim
We are a fountain of youth;
And a towering
Rock of Truth;
And don’t believe that when challenges rain—
The Red & Black Will Reign.
No, No, don’t take it from me,
Just come to UC—
&
You’ll see.
Don’t believe that the Cincy experience—
Is worth
Every Student Fee,
No, No, don’t take it from me,
Just come to UC—
&
You’ll see.
And once you arrive you’ll instantly know…
Then
I’ll say

I told you so.

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Case Western University Poem

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*Case Western*

Case Western is a progressive reserve,
Ah,
Bright Young Minds.
A creative place of active collaboration
with
Ripe new finds.
A place where what you never knew to think of blossoms
&
The Joys of thinking, “You never know”
Rolls a world many never dreamt of.
With black lights that turn marbles into marvels;
And sculpts become National Monuments.
Medicine that helps fend plagues like leukemia and pulmonary infections.
Where dark energy can be turned to shed light on the gray matters of the universe.
Where keyhole surgery can be instrumental to valve replacement,
and lead the way to more medical developments.
Where people can meet and find livelihood from all over the country—from Potomac Yard
To our own backyard…
Right here in Cleveland, Ohio.

A world where I think becomes we think. And then we think becomes
We Made.
And We Made
becomes
the
USA.

This is a world where the students of Cleveland, Ohio
who’ve made a habit of testing new ground
have been trained to

Think Beyond the Possible

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University of North Dakota Poem

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*University of North Dakota*

With the Eternal Flame of the Memorial Sphere,
Let it be known that UND
Started here.
Then took off to soar on land, air, and ice,
Hence becoming Masters of Mother Earth thrice.
Although the Sioux name may be erased,
Our proud heritage cannot be replaced.
Training world-class aviators with aerospace science,
To state-of-the-art fleets we submit our compliance.
Instructing pilots throughout air traffic’s torques,
Now prepared to depart from the port of Grand Forks.
When we touch down on banks of Red River Valley,
We admire the beauty of English Coulee.
Views of Adelphi Fountain and silent solitude,
We are Wild Prairie Roses that Gertrude includes.
Growing with the sun we meet Mother Sky,
And hug Mother Nature—when she passes by.
We then seek life at The Memorial Union,
The heart of our campus is our remarkable union.
We are tested and worn like a moccasin,
Still we rise and withstand each occasion.
Woven in each heart are the wings of the air,
The only fire higher is the ice that we flare.
Seven national championships won on the rink,
Sometimes we ran with ease;
Other times we walked the brink.
Through it all—Into hockey’s lore
We sink.
It was North Dakota’s Christian who helped the Miracle on Ice,
Much thanks to Zach Parise, Jonathan Toews, Phil Sykes,
As well as every player who together helped build
This program of success and splendor we wield.
Halting rivals’ offense with managed backchecking,
Claims of better hockey need better fact-checking.
Phil Jackson said that team strength needs each team member,
With both sides Full Strength, their team’s strength we’ll dismember;
Each individual face of our strength
They’ll remember.
When they enter Ralph and push for a home takeaway,
We’ll defend our territory—and this tribe will breakaway.

Goal!

North Dakota Hockey wins again—

Skoal!

Thoughts of contesting UND get a Check to the Head,
Their team gets
No Money or Fame—
Financial Aid Checks instead.
We tell legends of our stories
Of the legends who paved ways,
Guiding us all through the light
That proves that hard work pays.
On the Ice of North Dakota—Light and Law is our ramp,
&
With Eternal Flame,
North Dakota
Lights the Lamp.

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University of Nebraska Poem

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*Nebraska Cornhuskers*

There is no place like Dear Old Nebraska U.
Earning awards in research and humanities,
We carry
Big Ideas
Big Potential
Big Impact…
And with 26 national championships from five different sports…
Yeah,
We’re kind of a big deal.

Go Big Red.

***

There is no place like Dear Old Nebraska U,
Where hours before kickoff, we greet the team at the bus;
To rally for our players and part the Sea is a must—
The Huskers are coming through.
This pep is to prep the Huskers for battle,
Every Game Day we meet our team at the ‘shoe;
Cheerleaders, The Band, and all Supporters:
Clap!
The Huskers are coming through.
All the way from Vine Street to the Memorial Tunnel,
Where there are visions of our illustrious tracts,
In track, bowling, and gymnastics—our many championships are tacked;
And in women’s volleyball—where after scores,
We Huddle.
There are visions of greatness in the Cornhusker chambers,
Bolted in the annuls of the Nebraska Coliseum,
Forever the Mecca of the Volleyball Mausoleum,
In our sold-out crowds we were a family of strangers.
Though we moved—we still stand as the best fans in women’s sports
With support these Lady Huskers richly deserve,
They fight to the last point with every dive and serve,
An example for competitors in all other sports.
Nebraska is the best example of dedicated fanhood,
In Volleyball and right here in Memorial Stadium,
Selling out every game—we are the Medium
Between this tunnel and mystic glory understood.

“Through these gates pass the greatest fans in college football.”

The electric static is felt on the Big Red Carpet,
The anticipation in the atmosphere is wild and reaching,
Players reach and tap the horseshoe beneath the screeching—
In a tangible energy only Nebraskans can transmit.
The team takes the field with the Pride of All Nebraska,
And march to the tune of these deafening screams,
Hail Varsity! The theme everyone sings,
When the end zone rings, “Touchdown Nebraska!”
Red Balloons fill the sky as the fans celebrate
Another score along with Herbie and Lil’ Red,
Any constituent can see from this faithful Sea of Red:

That this is a Red State.

We are the Only & Original Sea of Red,
Before monochromatic audiences became a trend,
Like the Blackshirts we record-break, but don’t bend,
Behold and Revere the Power of Red.
The Huskers aren’t just football; it’s a Family Tradition:
The Pelinis, The Steinkuhlers, The Ruuds—to name a few,
We don’t tip hats to legends—we all raise a shoe,
And when a Nebraskan clan welcomes a new addition…

His or Her first words will be,
“Go Red!”

“He’s alllll the way home! Holy Moly!!! Man, woman and child—did that put them in the aisles! Johnny ‘the Jet’ Rodgers just tore ’em loose from their shoes!”

“Holy Cow! Touchdown Tommie Frazier!!!”

Tradition and honor is in our bloodline beside our lineage,
Five national titles and the best team in college history:
The Huskers of ’95—the juggernaut that made history,
Opposing teams were history before they took the line of scrimmage.
We went to war like the troops of Vietnam,
The Devaney Defense and the Osborne Army,
The Blackshirt Attack that was vicious and swarming,
For the teams of the ’90s, and the memories:
Thanks, Tom.

“Destiny is not a matter of chance, it is a matter of choice.”

Wearing red in Nebraska is not a choice,
It’s Our Voice.
Day by day, like the Huskers,
We Get Better.
And our unparalleled support:

Is Our Thank-You Letter.

For inspiring us to excel in the classroom,
And in the grazing fields of beyond,
You helped instill an ethic of integrity…
And hard work that helps us abscond.
Tom taught us that
“Increases over time, outpace reductions”
So we’ll double-time to keep ahead of this junction.

And when 7-year-old Jack Hoffman ran 69 yards to touchdown fame,
Making a spring contest the most meaningful seconds of the year,
The proof of our creed could be found in his parents’ tears:

Nebraska Football is More Than a Game.

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Blank Stare

From Art of Mind II: All In

*Blank Stare*

Her eyes rise.
She gives a seductive glare.
But until she knows what she’s eying —
This is just a blank stare.

The physical scope is far too limited,
Her lens can’t expose what really matters.

I know what she doesn’t know about herself —
Which is that she knows nothing at all.

Her eyes are dancing and her lips are curling —
Very inviting, not very exciting.
Because I know until she gets to know me,
Our slate is clear and will likely remain unwritten.
I’m an outsider, different, perhaps even unusual,
I’m willing to bet this type isn’t her usual.

I wish I could say I don’t judge by covers,
but she seems fairly easy to read.
I’m nearly certain I know what she goes for,
and I have the good sense to know it ain’t me.

So her smiling and staring is empty —
Since it means Absolutely Nothing.
If I am wrong, by all means
sit with me:

And let’s get to work —
Filling in these blanks.

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Mizzou Creative Piece

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*Mizzou*

In 1911, the Mizzou family came home
&
Gave the United States Homecoming.
The rallies of school spirit that have sprinted through
America’s high schools and universities are tracked
to the same footprints:
A Streak of Tigers.
Tigers that have fought Jayhawks since the mid-19th century
in an ongoing Border War that spanned over 100 years on battlefields and football fields…
Until in 2011, 100 years after the Tigers came home,
We won the Border Showdown once and for all.
Final Score: 57-54-9.
Our victory laps can be witnessed among the M of Faurot Field and the gym of Mizzou Arena. Our earned stripes
are defended in all arenas of contest, and worn
warmly in a Homecoming that
Shames the rest.

Our Mizzou,
How We Miss You.

The Tigers who have prowled out of Columbia have
Left the undying marks of their hearts.
But they still miss their home—
and our Homecoming.
They miss giving their blood—following the steps of their hearts,
Granting endangered lives with a new start.
They miss the talent show before the big game,
And the Day of Service where we gave in our name.
Dear and lasting are the decorations of laughter
That adorned the spirit rally, and the parade—the night after.
Missouri Gold and Black is packed in a timeless two-week ball,
And after tailgating,
It is time for football.

We could prowl through another hundred years
Just for the chance to relive this field.

Mizzou,
Oh
How We Miss You.

Feels like just yesterday when we walked through the iconic Ionic columns of Columbia.
The columns that fire could not destroy,
instead they remain standing tall like the dome of Jesse Hall.
We leaped to uncover the patchwork that is the deep beauty of this campus landscape:
A botanic garden with deep burgundy hawthorn fruit and us—the blooming youth.
Free to tell of the beauty of Virginia bluebells and the sweet shrubs nature gave near Thomas Jefferson’s grave.
We were the butterflies that sighed love’s velocity into Peace Park,
and lifted our varsity
Way Beyond the Arc:

M-I-Z!!!

It’s good.

Z-O-U!!!

The Fighting Tigers of Columbia have been tapped into secret societies of influence as a conduit to a better Missouri—A richer story. Seeping into what is already a community of tradition, energy innovation, and firsts.

The first university to introduce journalism into the curriculum and continue to make media-journalism advancements—including advancements to the only university-owned TV network affiliate, KOMU.

The first to use a tomato to fight prostate cancer.

The first to bring our alumni back home….

And we’re all tied for first in the race to return.

Our Mizzou,
Oh
How We Miss You.

Come Homecoming,
We are coming back home…

We are the archers of the spring & the fall; the marchers through the gardens en route to the halls.
Walmart developed in Cornell Hall, and in all, hundreds of thousands
Helped to knit
The fabric of the Mizzou Culture
With a cameo from Brad Pitt.
In Lafferre, Engineers have the luck of the Irish
and are destined to marry when the shamrock is crossed,
Then walk the aisle over to the MURR center,
Where with the nation’s best reactor:
No power is loss.
We charge the Quad with Midwestern pleasantry,
The niceness and smiles only found in Missouri,
Because there is but only
One Mizzou—
Where fond hearts and beauty
Will forever roam;
Like Sheryl Crow and the Tigers who left to mark the globe,

We are on the Long Road Home.

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The Staredown

From Art of Mind II: All In

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*The Staredown*

I’m not used to being looked at that way.
Rather, I’m not used to having someone around to look at me that way.
No, no, it’s just that look.
There was a certain admiration, lust,
Power
In her stare…that proved just too much.
Now I can stare down Bloods & Crips,
Starving Nymphs,
Navajos, Ball Pros, and Hos…
but it is honey and sweet things
that bring the Strongest Men to their knees.
When she wins this staredown, she may assume it’s because I’m weak —
When she really is just oblivious to her own strength.

She engages me with that look.
That tender, longing look.
I step up to the plate —
Ready for whatever she throws at me…
Then my eyes go like the electricity:
Down and Out.
And our hopes go like a
Bambino slug:
Up
Up
&
Away.

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University of Missouri – Kansas City Poem

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*UMKC*

Roo-Root for the Roos,
Raise the Gold,
Surf the Blue,
In hostile terrain—
Move past the Boos,
They couldn’t walk a mile
In the Roo Crew’s Shoes.

Son,
When you get to Kansas City,
Make your own way as you follow my footsteps.
I want you to call me any time,
At a moment’s notice I’ll be at your doorstep.
Go and make the most of that beautiful city—
Enjoy the barbecue, the culture, the art,
Be mindful that like you’ll be for me:
You will be in America’s Heart.
Son, you don’t have to go Greek,
Remember, you can always carve your own letters,
Keep fostering that unlimited talent you have,
And in no time, your words will be in New Letters.
Hop at the chance to go see the many fountains,
Then at the Crossroads you’ll be joined by another,
When back on campus go to the Pierson Auditorium,
That’s where I met your mother.
Son, these will be your most cherished years,
And I’ll be here at home—rooting for you,
And one more thing, Son, before you go:
Be sure to
Root for the Roos.

Roo-Root for the Roos,
Raise the Gold,
Surf the Blue,
In hostile terrain—
Move past the Boos,
They couldn’t walk a mile
In the Roo Crew’s Shoes.

Roo-Root for the Roos,
Raise the Gold,
Surf the Blue,
In hostile terrain—
Move past the Boos,
They couldn’t walk a mile
In the Roo Crew’s Shoes.

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Maryville University Poem

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*Maryville University*

Go—Tell it on the mountain,
And over our hills that
Maryville is mounting.
Moving through suburban trails to everywhere,
The Red, Black & White our Saints adorn.
Through the Sacred Heart our start was born.
Now the colors of our hearts spread everywhere.

The Maryville family is moving,
Awakening the lakes of Missouri with sails,
The efforts of our students in scholarship tells
That even athletes with scholarships are always improving.
Our athletes graduate at a rate that shatters
Past records of performance with rigorous training,
Beneath the weight of knowledge in our library hanging,
Our jocks crush & hush stereotypical chatter.
From these quiet trails our Saints reform
A small vedette to vast faith we stand & guard,
Name any unreachable standard,
Then this miracle we will
Over-Perform.

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Me Against the World

From Art of Mind II: All In
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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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