Cornell University Poem

*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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Wayne State University Poem

*Wayne State University*

There’s a new line coming in this fall,
Let’s see how fast this thing goes.
In these four years it’s pedal to the metal,
Our speed doesn’t tire through the reels of the roads.
30,000 Warriors collide,
Burning
Green and Gold—
Until Wayne State rolls through Detroit Rock City,
Then together
We’ll arrive at our goals.

Before long,
We’ll look back at all these fast times
bent to old times,
And know that in Wayne State—
We made the right decision…
We drove ourselves to a critical impact,
Without a memory lost
To the collision.

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Should Female Sports Journalists Be More Conscious of What They Say?

During yesterday’s edition of ESPN’s Mike and Mike, Jemele Hill from the network’s His and Hers appeared briefly as a guest to speak on the sporting events that took place this past weekend. As sports fans are aware, this weekend was chock-full of happenings: The San Antonio Spurs being eliminated by the Los Angeles Clippers in a classic Game 7 matchup that featured Chris Paul’s heroic performance on one leg, American Pharaoh’s performance (and Rob Gronkowski’s suit) at the Kentucky Derby, and the “Fight of the Century” along with all the backlash from it. The question of the day on the show was: What will history remember most about this weekend? Mike Greenberg stated that this will be the weekend where it is remembered that American Pharaoh began the gallop towards winning the first Triple Crown since 1978, Mike Golic believed that this weekend will be remembered as the weekend where we witnessed the end of this legendary San Antonio Spurs run, and then it was Jemele Hill’s turn to speak.

Out of all of the major, if not historic happenings from this weekend, according to Jemele Hill, what she will remember most about this weekend is it being the weekend she saw The Avengers: Age of Ultron. For one thing, not only did she neglect to comment on what history will remember and make it all about her, but more importantly, she took this time to ignore all these major events and talk about a movie. She then went on to talk about the special effects and how great the character development has been and so on and so forth. And for those of you wondering, the tone of the conversation was not for comedic effect. She was seriously saying that this movie is what she will remember most about this weekend. I’m not going to lie to you, as a sports fan, I was offended. Not because the movie is what she will remember most about the weekend, but because she took this time during a sports show, when asked a specific sports question, to express that. And as she’s talking about Thor and the Incredible Hulk, I’m just thinking to myself, “This is what gives female journalists a bad name.” Females already have it hard enough being fully accepted as equals to men in the sports world, and when you reply that on a weekend where boxing had its richest fight ever, the Spurs may have had its last hurrah, and an exciting (for lack of a better word) Kentucky Derby took place, you take this time to talk about a movie. As a rational man who even sees himself as a strong advocate of female equality, I have since calmed down. And after her movie review, she then spoke eloquently about sports topics as she always does. Even still, I was very tempted to send her a tweet telling her to get her shit together and to set a good example for other female journalists. Had I done this, I would have been seen as a hater, or worse yet: a troll; and if there is one thing that I hate in this world, it’s a troll. So I refrained. The next thought I had was how some people won’t be as understanding as me. Because if I noticed this, then believe me, sexists who believe women shouldn’t cover sports noticed as well. And not that Jemele Hill needs to prove anything to me, these sexists, or anyone else, but she is not helping matters any when on such an eventful sports weekend, her biggest takeaway is the fucking Avengers. I’m still offended to be honest with you.

So one question from this would be, “Should female sports journalists be more conscious of what they say than males?” The reason why they would is not necessarily to prove anything or appease anyone, but rather to make the road less rocky for other and future female journalists from being stereotyped or discriminated against. Because we see all these campaigns that ask men to #Leanin for the equality of women, but this implies that you are trying to change the minds of those who aren’t already leaning in. And I would say that women like Jemele Hill talking about the Avengers over everything that happened over the sports weekend…isn’t going to help women be welcomed to the huddle.

Clyde Aidoo is the author of the poetry series, “Art of Mind” and “Alma Mater.” Follow ClydeAidoo.com for work samples from these series among other miscellaneous writings. You can purchase Clyde Aidoo’s latest release, Alma Mater Vol. 2: The Northeast, a poetic celebration of the top universities of the Northeast below.

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Blogging is not an Art. And yet, Here We Are.

Blogging is not a form of art. It is a form of expression. Therefore, blogging and art share the same ancestor but they are not the same species. I have always been an opinionated person, but I never had a strong desire to get into blogging. It seemed too easy. Too cheap. And more than that, it seemed almost like the trendy version of expression. A form of expression that doesn’t really need passion, it could exist and thrive purely on the desire to be heard or noticed and not necessarily on creating and sharing something special. The biggest appeal to blogging is also its biggest criticism: anyone can do it. No one is above blogging, and yet in some minds, it is beneath many. Blogging can easily be seen as a hodgepodge of individuals who do not necessarily have something meaningful to say, but just want to be heard.

For me personally, I have no desire to create a page explicitly for the use of blogging. Everybody has thoughts and opinions, and many people can articulate these thoughts in a way that captivate. It takes humility to recognize that although I may be a writer, blogging is an even playing field of expression. There is always a perceived upper echelon for every art. For music it’s the Grammy winners and platinum artists at the top, for movies it’s the box-office smashers and Oscar winners, for poetry it’s the award winners such as the Pulitzer Prize among many others, for novelists it’s the best-seller’s list. If you were to ask who is the upper echelon of bloggers, the way this would be determined is solely who has the most followers. Which means that the very concept of success in blogging is rooted in popularity. Blogging then almost becomes synonymous with popularity. The contrast of this is if you do not have many followers, you are just another blogger. Which is why I have seen bloggers get frustrated because they do not get enough likes, comments, or followers. This frustration is further proof that people blog to be heard and noticed, not to create art. No art has a criterion of success that depends SOLELY on popularity. Having said all that, my page is and will always be to share my poetry works (By the way, Alma Mater Vol. 2: The Northeast is on sale now for only 99 cents on Amazon.com – a collection of poetry that celebrates the top universities of the Northeast;) but, while I’m here, why not impart my views on matters that I feel should be spoken on – from the trivial to the neglected?

So for me, blogging is great for an ancillary item on a page otherwise devoted to art. My advice to bloggers, whether your page is devoted to blogging or if it’s just an ancillary item on your page, is to blog on what you care about. If that turns out to be 100 topics a day, so be it. I do not know how many times I will blog…if it will be daily, weekly, monthly… but whatever I will blog about, regardless of how much or how little I care about the topic, it will be something that I feel needs to be said.

Although blogging is not an art, artists still flock to it. Why is that? My first poetry series, Art of Mind, revolved around the idea that any and every thought is a form of art. From the mundane and whimsical to the personal and philosophical. Because some of the greatest thoughts and ideas have never been heard or shared, but it still existed. Therefore, the reason why artists love blogging so much is obvious: although the medium of blogging is not an art, it provides the widest platform for the greatest and most pervasive art of all….the father that all art spawns from, the ancestor of everything that has ever been created: thought. Say what you will about blogging, but if nothing else, it is the biggest promoter of thought. Where nothing is off limits and everything is welcome. Based on this description, then, we learn that blogging may not be an art, but it is a utopia for artists as well as thinkers.

Speaking for myself, what has kept me from blogging is the thought that if I have something to say, why just say it? It’s too boring and too easy. I’d rather put it in a poem. I can imagine many feeling the same way but for them it would be “put it in a song” or “put it in a story.” I say, why not poetize what needs to poetized, sing what needs to be sung, draw what needs to be drawn, script what needs to be scripted, and in the case of blogging, simply say what needs to be said. You see, blogging may not be an art, but the two do not have to be mutually exclusive. Sometimes the best way to convey a thought is not in a poem, song, script, etc. Sometimes what needs to be said simply….needs to be said. Because not everybody has a poem to recite, a book to write, a script to produce or a song to sing….but everyone has something to say, most especially: artists.

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National Louis University Poem

*National Louis University*

A man aged over 100 years—
Can learn from a child of five;
Women like Elizabeth Harrison who could shape a child’s mind—
Is a dignified end for future teachers to strive.
At National Louis University, we believe
Judgment is carried by every adult and child…
We help children find it at a very young age,
Then like Piaget, we grind it stage by stage
Until it develops into wisdom evolved…
Then they can pass the wisdom to America’s next age:
A National tradition of wisdom revolved.
Indeed, a man aged over 100 years
can learn from a child of five;
Through NLU for over 125 years,
We have taught—and also learned
From every age
Alive.

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“Expression” the Orphan

"Expression" the Orphan.

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“Expression” the Orphan

From Art of Mind: Philosopoems to the World

*“Expression” the Orphan*

You don’t control what I do,
And this isn’t
“Giving you Lip…”
Just because we’re Kin,
Doesn’t Mean
We’re Joined
At the Hip.

I may still roost in the nest,
But my mind is free to Wander.
You can take back the key,
But you can’t lock creativity.

Success hatches your biggest fans,
While Obscurity hosts these same Cynics .
I may have come out the gate last…
But with one fat check:
You’re following My footsteps.
The scent of cash is strong,
Like a Wolfpack that smells their
Own Blood.
You brought me to this planet,
but my Expression is Agamic.
But Sometimes Expression has Costs
That not even Cash can Change:

It is Family that cuts a Budding Adult,
who would have gladly opened her blouse…
It is Family that changes a lyric—
Reducing A Booming Voice to a squeak of a mouse.

I will not change even one word,
Or a single letter in-between these pages,
You’re either with me or you’re against me:
A sentiment I’d pass down to generations
For Ages.

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I Held a Lorikeet Today

From Art of Mind: Philosopoems to the World

*I Held a Lorikeet Today*

I Held a Lorikeet Today—
Both
Free
to
Hold
Its Wings…
My open palm seizes the moment
This warm season graciously
Brings.
I expected
Another quotidian day,
In a prosaic site tinctured in gray,
When in from the Wind
Flew In—
A Pop Fly
Like a stray Blue Jay.
My hand was as still as the air,
As un-shifting as my beholden stare.
I admiringly hawked at its wings—
Each
Assorted
Prismatic
Shade.
As the sun beamed down on us,
I knew I had it made
In the Shade.
This was a once in a lifetime sight,
And I had the perfect bird’s-view.

I captured these six seconds,
And held it for the rest of the day.

My face had a serene tint,
In-Hidden a camouflaged grin…
Although I knew it’d soon fly away…

And I’d sit alone again.

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Kent State Poem (In Memoriam – 45 Years)

*Kent State*

On the inner seams of Kent, Ohio marches a formation of
Excellence in Action.
Golden Flashes like a Napalm Bomb.
These Flashes—
Drop Bombs
In programs like
Conflict Resolution.
Because the thing about war is that
There is no resolution,
Our bombs have peace as the solution.

Here is to the Kent State soldiers who rioted for peace;
In Memoriam, May 4, 1970.
Here is to everybody who was there,
And the Flashes of Achievement
Still here.

Here’s to the Weekend Warriors at Kent
Who celebrate freedom and youth,
Who on Mondays can say, like survivors,
“I was there.”
&
“I will never forget that.”

Here is a salute to the Navy.
And a salute to the Gold.
A double salute to Kent’s students—
Current. And old.

Yes, this is for everybody who was there.
And for everyone that the government sent
Here to Ohio with loan and granted fare,
And anyone who ever said, “I went to Kent.”

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University of Michigan Poem

*Michigan*

This is Michigan.

In this harbor of Maize & Blue—Together—We Take Pride.
In athletics as well as academics—As a Body—We Take Stride.
Wolverines travel from miles and states away and adapt to the harsh terrain and competitive climate to become the Masters of the icy West.
Champions of the class. Champions of the grass.
The Rulers of the Field.
Like a freshman on foot at the Diag,
You don’t want to step on the M,
And those who try to best the Mighty Wolverines?
May the Lord have mercy on them.

***

This is Michigan.

With glory in Football, Basketball, Swimming, Softball, and Ice Hockey,
We are the home of the Fab Five.
Those Who Stay Will Be Champions,
With the Michigan banner flying high.

Go Blue.

Sing their praises,
From the Sportsmen to the Sages:
We Are the Victors!
More than any team in D1 Football,
Hail! We are the Victors!
We don’t squawk our glory at our bitter rivals,
They already know they’re barking up the wrong tree,
and

Wolverines don’t bark at trees.

Yes, We are the Victors!
To the Big Ten Champions who carry our fame!
Hurrah! We are the Victors!
In Arts and Study for the candid chase of knowledge—
Hail Michigan! We are the Victors!

And when all the families in The Big House watch their loved ones walk across the stage, they proudly
Hurrah for the Victors.

Hurrah for the Maize and Blue!
Lights of War & Peace, and the billows of youth.

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