For All the Unwritten Songs

From Art of Mind: Philosopoems to the World

*For All the Unwritten Songs*

Sam’s Masterpieces
Would take the average artist
Many Sleepless Nights…
For him it came so easy—
Just Another Saturday Night.
Each song went beyond the lyrics—
It bared his soulful spirit.
Each year a new hit hit—
No sign that he would quit.
But he left before giving us more—
Departed right before thirty-four.

When he went the Change had Come,
For all Successors to Use It…
The final Chain from his Gang—
Was “Sweet Soul Music.”
Jimi had just begun his shift,
Before he played his last riff…
Now they’re both playing the “Night Shift,”
With great backup they are with.

Karen Carpenter,
Marvin Gaye…
Weren’t done but that’s okay…
I believe like the Commodores:
That the dead continue to play.

Elvis Presley,
John Lennon—
Played Guitars that had them Crowned in advance…
They may be resting in peace,
But their Piece won’t give
Peace a Chance.

This is for the great that died young,
For all the songs that were never sung,
& If I should prematurely plunge:
Don’t question if another line was in me,
You can bet your ass that I had plenty.

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Michigan State University Poem

*Michigan State*

MSU entrants travel cross-country across the Red Cedar River of East Lansing to reach the epitome of the college experience.
They are greeted by abundant trees, winding roads, and gothic architecture beyond the forested corridors. At the intersection of Chestnut and Kalamazoo, south of the Cedar River, they meet
The Spartan.
It is at this junction when entrants, guests, and intruders alike realize that
This is the Spartan State—Not Wolverine Country.
Prowlers will not prance. Only
Real Spartans Advance.
Transforming Lives by Advancing Knowledge.
We preserve energy for essential encounters and destroy the hazardous pollution of reservation to defend this land.
Proceed, New Entrants! Maintain this Environment!
Go Green.

Spartans, Stand Strong
on this land your ancestors built.
This pioneer land grants students with the exploration of nuclear physics, osteopathic medicine, industrial and organizational psychology, and we continue forward in our advancement of knowledge by placing only the nation’s best new teachers in the elementary and secondary classrooms. We rehabilitate distressed minds that have lost their ways so that they, too, can advance to their goals. Say it Loud:

We Are Spartans!

Led by Sparty we fill the Spartan Stadium with Spartan Pride—

You are now surrounded by the Spartan Army.

In Breslin, where the winner is determined by determination,
You will know
the
Spartan Will.

There is magic in this storied center. With a rich basketball tradition, we have hoisted 13 Big Ten championships and two national championships.
We tried to send out a raven to tell the world of our conquers,
but
Our Magic killed The Bird.

Fear the Spartans.

Take heed of the army going down the downtown strip.
This is a Greek community of over 50 organizations.
We started as the 300,
now over
3,000 in this Greek Nation…

And that still leaves over 40,000 thirsty Spartans ready to fill their cups.

Our Spartans spread out across the globe in their pursuits of educational dominance more than any institution in this nation. We also fight from home to keep the peace abroad. We fight against South African apartheid and for worldwide freedom
While defending the political advancement of this great country.

We believe change starts here in this miraculous institution.

And we vow not to stop at the pages of the Red Cedar Log. No, our journey is just beginning.
Young warriors, when you surmount your beloved institution, and graduate to the vast, intimidating world at your feet. Do not let these tears slow you down…

Spartans,

Go Forth

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Indiana State University Poem

*Indiana State*

ISU is a family in a Sycamore tree,
No Redbirds or Cardinals
In this Family Tree,
The only Bird from this tree is #33,
No Cardinal or Red in
this
Sycamore tree.

Blue and white maple leaves
Are in this Family Tree;
Blue and White never leaves
Our Family Tree,
When our young fly the coop—
We help them flee:
But their colors
Will Remain
In the Sycamore Tree.

Ignorance is blind,
Our Teachers
Help them see,
Fighting to empower students:
Here comes victory.
It’s graduation day—and from the Sycamore Tree:
Family members are proud to watch their Sycamores flee—
On to the world,
Gone to victory.

Seize the day—take the sky and the clouds,
They’ll remember this as
Blue & White Day.
Reach for the sky then take the clouds and loudly say,
This is our homecoming:
Blue & White Day.
In our taken sky you’ll hear a thunderous cry:
This is Indiana State—
Raining
Blue & White Day.
Graduation day we’ll claim the sky and clouds then say:
This is our day,
Sweet
Blue & White Day.

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The Unbuildable Wall

The Unbuildable Wall.

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Loyola University Chicago Poem

Loyola University Chicago Poem.

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The Unbuildable Wall

From Art of Mind: Philosopoems to the World

*The Unbuildable Wall*

For there are Boundaries—
Much Wider Than Any City Limit.
Property Lines that bid no X.
With owners and Jurisdiction
too ubiquitous to Lease.
Trespassers Heed the Warnings,
Return to Permitted Provinces
within a comfort zone
with walls that easily contain the blaring sounds
that wake neighbors
and is heard miles away.
Yet there are some sounds
that no wall can contain.
Clapton’s Chords Changed the World,
NWA’s Expression Transmitted far beyond
The Streets of Compton,
Fleetwood Macked Over Gender Lines,
And Sarah’s Angelic Voice…
Should be Remembered by All.
So When Tyrone Jackson
Blasts Madonna for the world to hear—
Remember:

Greatness Knows No Boundaries

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Loyola University Chicago Poem

*Loyola*

Hail Loyola! The Guardian of humanity and justice,
With praise we’re sheltered in our coat of arms,
Our learning efforts are for a better world—not just us,
In her loving arms you are safe from harm.
It is our duty to guide extraordinary lives
To our promised land in the Miraculous Mile…
Like St. Ignatius we will devote our lives
To our faith like an obedient child.
As God’s children we will yield to His power,
And use His strength to lift our name,
Through Lake Shore, above the Water Tower,
Ramblers in pursuit of spreading her fame.
Hail Loyola! Our Maroon and Gold,
Her storied history forever extolled.

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Wayne State University Poem

Wayne State University Poem.

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Cornell University Poem

Cornell University Poem.

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The Deepest Apology

From Art of Mind: Philosopoems to the World

*The Deepest Apology*

I know what you’re going through.
I know how you feel.
I Would be there for you—
I too feel what you don’t feel.
I too yearn to be touched—
Understood.
Loved.
Yes I do know how you feel —
You’re not the Only 1.

I feel your S .O .S .—
But I can’t be the one to
Save You…
I can’t see it,
Find You,
Touch You…
But I can empathize with you.
We are Companions and
Don’t Even Know It—
Just because we don’t Know Each Other.

We still share an Empty Room,
That makes us mates in Bloom.

I know you’re somewhere out there…
And if you are reading these words:
This apology was meant for you,
Though I’m sure they’ll go unheard.

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