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.

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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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UIndy Poem

*University of Indianapolis*

It’s been another long night at UIndy. Everyone’s studying for the exams—complete with writing cramps,
Frappuccino solitude,
And peace between half-functioning roommates.
Stand up, stretch your legs…
Break the silence with a much-needed break…
It’s Midnight,
Let’s go get some Breakfast.

Midnight Breakfast in Schwitzer is where UIndy races
in preparation to meet the Finals head-on.
Residents from Roberts, Cravens, Warren, Crowe…
Everyone on and even off campus scramble to the Center to get some eggs,
sausage links, hash browns, donuts, and yes,
More coffee, Professor.
This is the rest stop where Greyhounds refuel.

Students are wearing hoodies, sweats,
Scarlet & Gray Scarves,
Some lay on the carpet aside the walking aisles,
Some sit with friends at a table,
Others sit Indian Style.
It is the calm of the night with late-night company,
Exhausted minds—and yet no one is tired,
Greyhounds could bark & bite it up right here forever,
Even after the moon and stars have expired.
There are pages and books on the floor & blankets,
There’s also some dancing & plenty of laughter,
This is a place where clamor and calm sit together,
To help students prepare for the day after.

There’s something special about studying with close friends
Under the moonlight,
That makes performance anxiety
Feel alright.
Greyhounds don’t need to go to sleep—
They give it a rest;
So their minds can stay up
for the grinds
of the test.

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Ultimate Law

Ultimate Law.

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Soul Food

Soul Food.

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I Want You To Be Happy

I Want You To Be Happy.

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Ultimate Law

*Ultimate Law*

Enter Artist
V for Vendetta
Obsessed with Greatness
Love Can Wait
Ultimate Law
Tatted on the Back
I was a Boy
On I Prevailed
Now a Man

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Underground Railroad

From Art of Mind: Philosopoems to the World

*Underground Railroad*

They seem to walk
The Path of Righteousness —
Of the “decent” and the “plain…”
Others are Clearly Ran—
But they’re All aboard the train.

The kids around the block,
Have been around the block.
The teens behind the tracks,
Have earned their share of tracks.
Adults maintain innocence—
While Dipping in pleasures of sin,
Their partners would find them guilty…
But they’re busy expanding the trend.
It’s a Nationwide Movement!
Harriet Tubman would be proud!
The naïve have no idea —
Of what happens Underground.

If you wish to climb aboard,
A ticket you’ll surely find,
but do not wait too late—
Or you’ll get left behind.

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Soul Food

From Art of Mind: Philosopoems to the World

*Soul Food*

Cornbread and Collard Greens
Is one thing,
You may even refuse golden beans,
But answer me just one thing:
Who doesn’t like a chicken wing?

No tongue can renounce
Fried Chicken,
Regardless of region or pigment,
To push this off on one group —
Is imagination’s own vivid figment.

Pig feet can surely be beat,
Chitlins may take their toll,
But to not like ribs or chicken—
Is to exist without a soul

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I Want You To Be Happy

*I Want You to be Happy*

I know everybody says this—
But I really Do want you to be happy.
I figure we can only
End up with one anyway…
So why should the others
Have to pay?
It didn’t work out between us,
But I’ll meet her,
And you’ll meet him.
So what’s the sense in wishing ill-will,
When we both will get our fill?

And even if I am false—
Even if only I don’t find someone…
That makes these words even truer.

I wouldn’t wish this on Anyone.

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