Valparaiso University

Posted on September 22, 2015 by clydeaidoo — Leave a comment

From Alma Mater Vol. 1: The Midwest. Available Now!

*Valparaiso University*

A new crusader from Washington Township has entered the
Chapel of Resurrection.
Through two years at community, he has paid the dues of redemption
for a high-school career plagued with the regret of drugs,
a 12 on his ACT, and a free will with an
Absence of Mind.
He has on the gold, green,
&
brown now,
And has begun
his Crusade.

Young New Crusader,
go to His light.
Though you can never touch or take it,
You may always
Take from it.

No, you can never steal or see it,
but in His light—
You shall see.

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Butler University Poem

Posted on September 21, 2015 by clydeaidoo — Leave a comment

From Alma Mater Vol. 1: The Midwest. Available Now!

*Butler University*

The Butler Way is the understanding that it is much easier to make a clapping sound with the use of two hands. And when ten hands share the orange circle,
What results is a
Round of Applause.

Many hands have joined together inside the Hinkle Fieldhouse to pay reverence to
The basketball cathedral of Indiana. Like a chapel injecting a granted prayer, this Fieldhouse has been a house of healing with manufacturers of magic:

Bobby Plump’s game-winning shot for the 1954 Indiana State Championship.
Roosevelt Jones stealing a Gonzaga lob with 3.5 seconds remaining to drive down the court and nail the game winner.
The magic in this Fieldhouse has unleashed The Bulldogs to back-to-back Final Four victories, and we won’t stop running until we capture that championship banner.
Since 1928, the Hinkle Fieldhouse has hosted presidents, record-breaking Pan American games, and most of all:
Basketball.
Tony Hinkle shaped the basketball and the form of the game
with the Hinkle system that has sprouted throughout the sport.
In 1928, the historic Hinkle Fieldhouse was shaped;
Thereafter, through history—the Fieldhouse has shaped us.
Winston Churchill’s belief in the power of a building
Has taken life through the memories of us.
Today, Butler sells out Home Sweet Hinkle,
With Indiana’s history in our hearts.

GO DAWGS!

History is a shadow that every man wants to illumine,
But no man can light or write it alone.
The Butler Way is leading the Bulldogs to the annuls of Hoosier history,
And in this company,
The applause light will never fade.

Tagged with: Basketball, Books, Bulldogs, Butler, Collefe Life, College, Indiana, Poetry
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Ball State University Piece

Posted on September 21, 2015 by clydeaidoo — Leave a comment

From Alma Mater Vol. 1: The Midwest. Available Now!

*Ball State*

We Party Hard—
This Ball State.
Ball Hard—
Party Late.
We Ball Hard—
At Ball State,
Made it to Muncie, Indy,
Now Let’s Celebrate!

We Ball Hard—
All State.
In Muncie you’re in good hands—
Allstate.
We Ball Hard—
Party Late.
Ball Hard—
Talkin’
’bout
Ball State.

The home of the Ball Brothers,
We’re all brothers,
We All in the Family—
Sally Struthers.
The Indy Party Scene—We Define,
The concept of parties—redefined,
We even drink before finals:
We’ll be fine.
Open containers—
Toss away the fines.

Ball State rolls deep—
Like, “Any takers?”
We ride like a Lamborghini,
Ya’ll stuck in Studebakers.

Show up to the party like,
“Yeah, this here is the party life.”
Drink hardy
at
a Delta party then
House parties—we goin’ HAM tonight.
Man, these parties are gonna SLAM tonight:
New York, Carson, Dill Street,
The Chug, then drinkin’
on Dick Street…
Yeah, Ball’s on Dick’s,
He.He.

Cops want to take our rights,
We fight back,
We keep the Ball filled with liquor
Now it’s ’bout to crack.
We not afraid of cops—
In this neighborhood,
Think they can stop this party?
Yah, they wish they could….

Damn!
Here come the police!
Later, Man!
Them boys ask too many questions—
Letterman.

We Party Hard—
This Ball State.
Ball Hard—
Party Late.
We Ball Hard—
At Ball State.
Got out on bail!
Time to celebrate!

We had some Jäger’ in the trunk—
We
got it crunk,
Show up to Late Night—
Already Drunk.

Then we can party safe:
Alcohol Free,
But everyone can see—
We alcohol freed.

I’m feelin’ Free—
in Middletown.
This school’s for me—
It’s my kind of town.
There are many schools,
but out them all,
I’ll make my own chances:
Give me The Ball.

Tagged with: Ball State, Books, College, College Life, Indiana, Party, Party School, Poetry
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Purdue University Poem

Posted on September 21, 2015 by clydeaidoo — Leave a comment

From Alma Mater Vol. 1: The Midwest. Available Now!

*Purdue University*

We make our own way in a mass transfer of vim,
While we forge footsteps, other schools fall behind,
because
One small step by them,
Is another giant leap for our kind.

Titanium does not orbit on its shelf,
The time to produce is never too soon,
If Boilers awaited change to make itself,
We wouldn’t have put a man on the moon.

Makers are unburned by slow logistics,
This cradle of creators shape an active nucleus,
We take off in the study of ballistics,
When what man never knew rises to creations new to us.

Flying to Mackey Arena and Ross-Ade
Are Boilermakers ready to toil like Purdue Pete,
Through Stadium Mall is the Gold and Black Parade,
Racing through the streets like the annual Grand Prix.

The Breakfast Club is a locomotive through Chauncey Hill,
Phi Kappa Tau and the Greeks of Lafayette
Drink enough for the future—when memories refill,
As the mothers of moments—we could never forget.

Like the traffic in the lines of Earhart,
This world has givers and it has takers,
There are Hoosiers sitting and afraid to start,
Then, thank God, there are Boilermakers.

New Boilers in the Gold Rush will find Old Gold,
Awaiting their creations in these malls of reverence…
Go on to fly to outer space and break the mold:
Make your way.
Make a name.
Make a difference.

Tagged with: Books, College, Indiana, Poetry, Purdue
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Notre Dame Poem

Posted on September 21, 2015 by clydeaidoo — Leave a comment

From Alma Mater Vol. 1: The Midwest. Available Now!

*Our Lady*

As long as I live—I will fight for her name,
With my hand—Strong and True;
When I die, as my innards blacken,
My heart will stay Golden & Blue.

***

When you ask a kid growing up in Northern Indiana what he wants to be when he grows up, he’ll tell you, “A Fighting Irish.” And when you repeat this question
in any of our great 50 states…
a great many will tell you the same.

Honor & Tradition

The cornerstones of this sacred society that is upheld by the valiant who are blessed to wear these colors. Touched to wear the armor of fighters who do not rely on the luck of the Irish, but the fortune of the brave. In Notre Dame Stadium, you can hear the congregation rah “loyalty” with voices that echo for the football royalty; and before visitors may leave this holy house,
They Will Bow.

Notre Dame is Montana to Haines to come from behind and take the ’79 Cotton Bowl.

It is Tom Clements going 36 yards down the field to Robin Weber to take the 1973 Sugar Bowl.

It is The Four Horsemen.

It is remembering The Gipper.

It is the house that Rockne built.

It is 11 National Championships.

It is carrying Lou Holtz off the field in his final home game after a 62-0 send-off.

It is dreams coming true like Rudy Ruettiger’s.

It is the stars on the field who rule our world today,
&
The Irish in the stands who will
Rule the world tomorrow.

Bodies of influential entrepreneurs and business people.
It is an audience of divine minds and spirits that will touch this world…
And today
Reach down and move our soldiers with this righteous spirit.

And for 60 minutes we exalt these humble soldiers.

Glory be to the sons of she,
Who sing to her fame with bended knee.
These skies will never forget her name
&
Our foes will remember
Notre Dame.

Ever on the heels of legends, we march onward to victory…
&
When the road rises to meet our champions,
One voice rises with our decree:

Cheer, Cheer for old Notre Dame.

Tagged with: Books, College, Fighting Irish, Football, Irish, Midwest, Notre Dame, Poetry
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University of Illinois Poem

Posted on September 18, 2015 by clydeaidoo — Leave a comment

From Alma Mater Vol. 1: The Midwest. Available Now!

*Illinois*

Marching through the Land of Lincoln—Here come the Fighting Illini!
Leading the land through learning and labor,
Reengineering Illinois with allegiance and reliance,
And a defiance t’ward defeat without fight.
Marching in a flank of Orange—Here come your Fighting Illini!
Trampling to victory with the giants of all majors,
Make Way! For the Orange & Blue Alliance!
Marching in union through Green Street at night.
Tomorrow we’ll march to Union in Fleet,
Next, roll through The Quad and Bevier Café,
Then run up the steps of Krannert just for show,
At last, our vast library to give the mind its ferry.
By night this becomes The Land of the Greek,
For times we’ll remember long past our decay,
Lincoln, Nevada, Ohio…to memories: Here we go…
The flag of these colors and to our pledge we’ll carry.

Marching in a flank of Blue—Here come the Fighting Illini!
Industrial leaders of the powers that will us,
Like Sears—we tower, and when you question our name…
we scoff,
“Whatchu talkin’ ’bout? Willis?”
Oskee-Wow-Wow! What a view!
Atop our opponents who look up and see blue!
Like the Tri Delta they tried to rush,
Then they felt the
Orange Crush.

♫They had their spine, now they have their
Orange Crush♫

Just as Steven and Jawed, this is the place to “Broadcast Yourself,”
This great land of nourishment and formation is a
Broad Cast of Myself.
Spreading these roots to Sons and Daughters,
Who someday will share our song:
Oskee-Wow-Wow! Here come the Illini!
And Here,

I

Belong.

Tagged with: Books, College, College Life, Illini, Illinois, Poetry
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Northwestern University Poem

Posted on September 18, 2015 by clydeaidoo — Leave a comment

From Alma Mater Vol. 1: The Midwest. Available Now!

*Northwestern Wildcats*

Take a walk around this school by the lake and
you will encounter a Rock.
Wildcats go east of the courtyard between Harris and University Hall many steps after marching through the arch
to mark this boulder with Northwestern Stripes and Purple Pride for sakes of spreading far the fair name of the university, fraternity, individuality, commonality, and most of all—
Expression.

150 Years of Brotherhood

9-11-01
United We Stand

NCDC
Artsfest
Morris
May 1, 1-4PM

ONE
Northwestern

NUii

DCP
Dead City Productions

85 Broads

Wild Roots

The
Flipside

ISO

Happy
January 18th!

Hit ’Em Low!

Young Life

CI
SA

ΑΔΦ
1832

Purple Crayon Players

Cardiac Cats

Manifested Parts of Beauty

InNUvation

This We Believe

Graffiti Dancers

Steam Heat

House on The Rock

Peace in Purple

Lift Chicago

Unite for Sight

Autism Speaks
U

Expect Victory

♫
The Miracle Wonder Drug

Harmony in Spirit

1902

Rainbow Alliance

Waa-Mu
Flying Home
May 3-12

ΣΑΕ

DAVE ♥KELLI
6-23-07

I Am Northwestern

We Are Northwestern
&
This is the Platform for our Primal Scream.

Tagged with: Books, Chicago, College, College Life, Northwestern, Poetry
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SIUE Poem

Posted on September 18, 2015 by clydeaidoo — Leave a comment

From Alma Mater Vol. 1: The Midwest. Available Now!

*SIUE*

At Edwardsville, you get the activity of Illinois,
With the safety and scenery of Missouri,
This SIU campus is our love and joy.

In the Lovejoy library you may spot a Cougar,
These Cougars will grow old & leave—but they never lose their spots,
The Red & White keeps building like Cougar Baja.

Inside Peck Hall you may discover the Bio Club,
Whispering about the creatures in the St. Louis Zoo,
A trip held near and dear like a bear holds its cub.

In Dunham Hall you’ll see an imperial dancer,
Dancing with a partner in a grace that’s developed,
But their melodious love is a sweetening enhancer.

There are advancers of political science:
The Political Science Association and Pi Sigma Alpha,
Who challenge uncivil practice with a willful defiance.

The Breakers are in the Morris Center with their B-Boy stance,
As Cougars walk through Center Court with their trays of nachos,
They set down their food to stay & clap their hands.

There’s a trio of juniors camped at Cougar Lake,
Discussing homecoming, their hometowns, and next weekend,
With the breeze off the waters their pores softly take.

Circle K often occupies Circle Drive,
With colors from many nations going around:
A circle where every heritage is welcome inside.

In Cougar Village there’s a game being played of Assassin,
And like the most defensive player in the game:
Over time, these bonding memories—will stay in.

Though games of solitude are playful and fun,
Like the Soccer Championship of ’79:
It is through teamwork that our credits are won.

At SIU, Cougars make everyone better,
Like a group project turned in before midnight:
The SIU Cougars work together.

Illinois and Missouri have come together in the E,
&
Through teamwork—the Cougars always get the W,
Then celebrate the SIU union of We.

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Western Illinois University Poem

Posted on September 18, 2015 by clydeaidoo — Leave a comment

From Alma Mater Vol. 1: The Midwest. Available Now!

*Western Illinois*

A Tri Sigma sophomore is in Waggoner Hall, sitting in Biology class…
As the professor lectures on the biogeochemical processes of ecosystems and the
communication of nerve cells, you’d think her chin would rest attentively on her fist
like “The Thinker…”
Instead her head tilts with her cheek in her palm,
In college, this is known as
“The Drinker.”
She is not a marble of deep thought, but is still hung-over at the thought
of how much alcohol the human body can consume.
Alas,
Tonight it’s Thirsty Thursday,
And she cannot wait to conduct another
Experiment.
Because after her sorority benefits thousands of children through the
Robbie Page Memorial, and
She and the Sigmas cram to ace another major exam,
It’s off to the beer garden on Campbell for a
Change of Pace,
&
As far as Adams Street—
it’s
Off to the Race…
To show that when it comes to the best
Midwest Parties:
Adams in Western Illinois
Is the place.

Like the contestants of the Mr. Greek University Pageant,
She and her sisters are more than Pretty Faces,
They’re purple violets that shed kindness with mild showers,
Then at night they storm the bars like wild flowers.

In lab she sits still as a
Stone deflated,
Her peers cannot observe it, but in fact:
She’s elated—
To be wearing a purple t-shirt reading Σ Σ Σ,
And to be in this Western family
Where every color
Is Related.

Tagged with: Books, College, College Life, Illinois, Poetry, Western Illinois
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DePaul University Poem

Posted on September 18, 2015 by clydeaidoo — Leave a comment

From Alma Mater Vol. 1: The Midwest. Available Now!

*DePaul University*

The Way to Wisdom consists of constant perseverance,
It is imperfect and gathered in thorns and brambles.
The weakness that passes is only the devil’s ruse.

Through the Vincentian Virtues, we will show you the way,
Through the Demons that Hurt You, we will show you the way,
Past the combats you’ve worked through, DePaul will show you the way.

Like the Lake Shore and Wrigley, there is a spirit in Blue,
And as Daughters of Charity we aim to share that clarity.
Chicago is our Home Base, Providence will be our guide.

Through the Vincentian Virtues, we will show you the way,
Through the Demons that Hurt You, we will show you the way,
Past the combats you’ve worked through, DePaul will show you the way.

Monsieur, I know the suffering through affliction you’ve endured,
But as full reservoirs—Lincoln Park’s waters will fill you…
On course to transfer scarlet demons—to blue internal paradise.

Through the Vincentian Virtues, we will show you the way,
Through the Demons that Hurt You, we will show you the way,
Past the combats you’ve worked through, DePaul will show you the way…
Over the Scarlet Demons we’ve worked through—
&
Into the
Deep Blue.

Tagged with: Books, Chicago, Christianity, College, DePaul, Education, Poetry, Religion
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