Warm Place

Posted on October 20, 2019 by clydeaidoo — Leave a comment

*Warm Place*

She could only hail from such a Warm State.
She always comes from such a Warm Place.

She has the heart of Palm Trees and Sunbeams.
Each Visit is Exquisite.
I want to go with her.
In Chicago,
I’m Always Freezing.

Her warmth takes me So Far North—
It could only be sent from Down South.

Then again, Each Word that blows in this wind
Takes me on a tour through California:
If those are the windows to your soul—
Then Babe, You’ve got Golden Gate Eyes.

Or she could always move to Tennessee…
Since she’s the only Ten I…Blah.

She could only hail from such a Warm State,
I swear
She always comes from such a Warm Place.

And if the day comes when you find you’re in the cold,

In My Heart You’ll Always Keep A Safe Place.

You can read the Kirkus Review for Art of Mind III Below:

https://www.kirkusreviews.com/book-reviews/original-clyde-aidoo/art-of-mind-iii/

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Stardust

Posted on October 20, 2019 by clydeaidoo — Leave a comment

*Stardust*

There’s a certain magic in the air.
Of a Virtual Variety.
What we are—I don’t know or care to define.
I will protect our secret like an illusionist—No, I won’t touch it. I can’t lose it.
I want to drown in our mystery bank—only to emerge once more unscathed.
I want you to remain the escape artist I admire from afar…
While you feel
Close Enough to Touch.
Satellites from the prairie crash into my big city reveries…we will remain star crossed—by no plane our paths cross…only in this realm can we dance in the galaxy of our bayou—because every day is Mardi Gras with you:
You make me bare my chest.
You see those bright lights? Center stage awaits us. You are a true Dorothy Dietrich. Me? I’m here trying to pull a rabbit out of a hat. I’ve heard that we are only allowed to have three great ones in our lives. Sonny LoSpecchio said that. But my sleight-of-hand lacks grace or command, so if you are the last that I may lose—I dread the performance of a Hat Trick.
My three great loves were actually three great wishes that never were. Whenever I tried to work my magic—the clout disappeared. Even when life fades, the stars remain in the sky; so you’ll maintain your position on my “Wish List.” I envision our stars aligning, and I see fireworks. Yes, I see cosmic rays of neon lights with our names written all over them. We’d show out like showgirls, with a panoramic view of the scintillating starbursts that shine, “Special for you and me.” I intend to hold the sparkling glitter of this mental eruption in the palms of my stems… for should this intricate magic that we have worked so hard to master become a reality in which the luster lies in the performance of my clumsy, inept hands…

I am afraid that this glitter will reveal as dust.

You can read the Kirkus Review for Art of Mind III Below:

https://www.kirkusreviews.com/book-reviews/original-clyde-aidoo/art-of-mind-iii/

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*Buck-Fiddy Grizzled*

Posted on October 19, 2019 by clydeaidoo — Leave a comment

*Buck-Fiddy Grizzled*

And Now!!!

Coming down the aisle…

At a Buck-Fiddy Grizzled…

A Grown-Ass Man in the Toy Aisle!!!

And that’s how I like it.

I need the peace and quiet to return to a time when My Mind Went Wild with the roar of a Jam-Packed Crowd.

Whenever I walked down the aisle…
My ring attire was just a massive smile.

Now I’m back not to purchase, but for the purpose of remembering that feeling.

I was usually accompanied by my father down the aisle; ready to wrestle with the grueling task of deciding which figure I should get…

“There are so many possibilities, but I can only get two…though I’d love to have way more…
But we’ll be back next Saturday…then maybe he’ll let me get four!
Ooooh! I can already imagine who they’ll face…and who I’ll pit them up against!”

Each Monday, an hour before Monday Night Raw, I had my own Monday Night Raw: 7 p.m. Central every Monday on the hour. Each meticulous show concluded precisely at 8 p.m., just in time to catch my competition. And once a month, I held my own pay-per-views that literally brought the house down—shattering not records, but upstairs glasses and noise barriers with the vibrations of action and imagination that can only happen
Once in a Lifetime.

Now here we are all these years later;
Instead of a scrawny kid, I’m
100 percent Chiseled.
Now I’m a smaller version of these Giants:
Coming in at a Buck-Fiddy Grizzled.

And I’m man enough to return to this aisle.
And I’m still boy enough to again wear that smile.
And I’m still Human enough to never forget:
The smell of this packaged fantasy-land…
&
The feeling of unwrapping its plastic…

Freeing me, them, and this land itself
To roam in a jurisdiction dictated only by me.

I got jitters when I walked down this aisle,
And now the Figure known as “Buck-Fiddy Grizzled,”
Has reverted to the ten-year-old child…

Man, do I miss him.

You can read the Kirkus Review for Art of Mind III Below:

https://www.kirkusreviews.com/book-reviews/original-clyde-aidoo/art-of-mind-iii/

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誕生祝い

Posted on October 19, 2019 by clydeaidoo — Leave a comment

* 誕生祝い*

There are well over 5,000 languages in the world.

Not tonight.

Tonight the same audible cry is heard…

In the:

República Federativa do Brasil,

Jamhuri ya Uganda,

Republiken Finland,

Gumhūriyyat Misral-‘Arabiyyah,

Bhārat Ganarājya

Estados Unidos Mexicanos

y

The United States of America…

In hospitals in Lima, Ohio.

The same audible cry is heard as a thousand nations rejoice:
In their own native tongues:
In a decodable jovial voice.

The entire world will never agree on some things,
Having the same language is certainly one of them. But ironically, at one point, we all expressed ourselves the exact same way:

At the most crucial point of our lives.

Let us rejoice!
Un Celebración!
For every arrival around this world:

A Million Hopes are Born.

You can read the Kirkus Review for Art of Mind III Below:

https://www.kirkusreviews.com/book-reviews/original-clyde-aidoo/art-of-mind-iii/

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She & He

Posted on October 7, 2019 by clydeaidoo — Leave a comment

*She and He*

She wore a trim pink tank top…
That was the color of her nursery five years ago.
They named her Rachel, and she was the newest of three…a welcomed addition to the
Family.
She holds the brown skin & heart of cinnamon…
Carrying the birthmark of a permanent smile.
Last year she shared her laughter with family and friends, with her dancing rendition of “Billie Jean” at her birthday party.

Today she has medium curls with a yellow ribbon.
To the Bennetts she is Lil Rey-Rey.

Remember the look on Joseph’s face when he unwrapped his Tonka remote-controlled car last Christmas? The Hansons do. He was the boy who lit Christmas. His surprise and animation was a gift they’ll always remember—with or without the aid of their Samsung camcorder.

They named him after his great grandfather Joseph—Lieutenant: 34th Infantry Division.

He has blue eyes and neat blonde hair. He’s wearing a blue polo shirt with playful white stripes along with tartan shorts.

It’s just another day for us as the children gather for this monumental first day in what is to be the rest of their lives.
Come recess, whilst concurrently with so many on this very playground and around the world:
She and He
exchanged stories, joined hands & families:
The very moment that they said,
“Hi.”

You can read the Kirkus Review for Art of Mind III Below:

https://www.kirkusreviews.com/book-reviews/original-clyde-aidoo/art-of-mind-iii/

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Scrapbook

Posted on October 4, 2019 by clydeaidoo — Leave a comment

*Scrapbook*

Precious carats of time cannot be restored—
Not even by
Chips off the Block.
We can only pick up the scraps
and protect this lasting jewel,
Even when the next generation
Falls Apart.

You can read the Kirkus Review for Art of Mind III Below:

https://www.kirkusreviews.com/book-reviews/original-clyde-aidoo/art-of-mind-iii/

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The Inspiration

Posted on October 2, 2019 by clydeaidoo — Leave a comment

(From Art of Mind III: The Evolution of a Trilogy”): https://www.amazon.com/Art-Mind-III-Evolution-Trilogy/dp/0615694349/ref=sr_1_2?keywords=Art+of+Mind+III+Evolution+of+a+Trilogy&qid=1570016518&s=gateway&sr=8-2

*The Inspiration*

When life hands them lemons,
They make Masterworks.
Days that begin as tomatoes—
They grind into Heinz Field.
You see tomato,
They say tomato—
But they don’t simply say, “tomato,”
but rather, “Fried Green Tomatoes.”

This is a world where everyday
Walks of Life
become
Motion Pictures—
Given the right lens.

How can so many seemingly ordinary days inspire so many proverbs, aphorisms, poems, movies, songs, and
Art
Among So Many People?
It is the different strokes of man that allow aesthetes to paint such pretty pictures. At this instant, the inebriated lovers who strip art from the aesthetes are inspired by all too extraordinary days—
Thus it is their works that engulf art the most.

You can read the Kirkus Review for Art of Mind III Below:

https://www.kirkusreviews.com/book-reviews/original-clyde-aidoo/art-of-mind-iii/

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The Inspiration

Posted on October 2, 2019 by clydeaidoo — Leave a comment

(From Art of Mind III: The Evolution of a Trilogy”): https://www.amazon.com/Art-Mind-III-Evolution-Trilogy/dp/0615694349/ref=sr_1_2?keywords=Art+of+Mind+III+Evolution+of+a+Trilogy&qid=1570016518&s=gateway&sr=8-2

*The Inspiration*

When life hands them lemons,
They make Masterworks.
Days that begin as tomatoes—
They grind into Heinz Field.
You see tomato,
They say tomato—
But they don’t simply say, “tomato,”
but rather, “Fried Green Tomatoes.”

This is a world where everyday
Walks of Life
become
Motion Pictures—
Given the right lens.

How can so many seemingly ordinary days inspire so many proverbs, aphorisms, poems, movies, songs, and
Art
Among So Many People?
It is the different strokes of man that allow aesthetes to paint such pretty pictures. At this instant, the inebriated lovers who strip art from the aesthetes are inspired by all too extraordinary days—
Thus it is their works that engulf art the most.

You can read the Kirkus Review for Art of Mind III Below:

https://www.kirkusreviews.com/book-reviews/original-clyde-aidoo/art-of-mind-iii/

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Alma Mater: A Series for the People

Posted on June 16, 2019 by clydeaidoo — Leave a comment

Alma Mater is a series that celebrates the universities of the United States through poetry. Kirkus Reviews has described the series as “A thoroughly unique project” with “A variety of delightfully unexpected poetic forms.” I see it as a project that reaches out to millions. Whether college alums, current undergrads, or those who seek to learn more about the country itself or maybe just have a love for poetry. I believe this series has the makings to cross boundaries and go beyond just the genre of poetry.

This series is more than about celebrating life in each of the featured institution. It is about celebrating life itself. Each university covered is but a snapshot of the bigger picture: The capture and embrace of youth, education, beauty, love, and what indeed, what makes each geographic location and specific university special. This is not just a book for college students, and it’s not even just a book for poetry lovers, it is a book for anyone who wants to explore through the eyes of someone else. To see what they see. To live what they live, and to learn more about the human experience as undergone by others around the world.

The final volume of Alma Mater is AVAILABLE NOW! Inside you will find a massive collection of 100 poems celebrating the best universities in the southland. You can preview and purchase Alma Mater Vol. 4 below:

You can also find the link to the entire four-volume collection below as well:

Lastly, be sure to follow ClydeAidoo.com to read many pieces from the Alma Mater series shared right here on the website!

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“Let Your River Roll Way Down in Your Soul.”

Posted on March 15, 2019 by clydeaidoo — Leave a comment

Follow the saxophone.

#Nevertogrowold

 

 

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