Short Alma Mater Poems

Alma Mater
Graduation rite
Graduation day!...

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Alma mater get together,
same stories,each retold-
little boys,grown old...

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Accepted to medical school
Too old but in the entrance pool
Where is the back door? 
There's my dorm with a drawer 
Since I’m a cadaver quite cool...

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Higher learning in Iran we know
Is sometimes about long ago
Their school's short on praise
It's name starts a blame phrase
Which is ''Ayatollah U'' so!...

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los angeles athletic swim team is cooking with petrol this morning
their practices were worth it, they are in perfect synchronicity
Esther Williams looks from heaven, approving her alma mater...

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“Farewell alma mater, Farewell” 
May was warm, smelled of carnations
crisp white crinolines whispered beneath new dresses
as the Eastern girls flowed hesitantly through rows
of flowered garland arches
to their tomorrows.

4/26/19

A Garland Poetry Contest
Sponsor, Julia Ward  1st Place...

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tradition-drenched halls
    ivy-covered walls
  dearest alma mater
    why'd you flatter
  me with this sham degree
  I've no skills, no connections
    my classmates take their meals
  in the house of corrections...

  you took my money, awakened false hopes
    hooked me on oxycontin, a pill-popping dope...

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I've never seen a high school reunion
I miss my friends
I'd like to see them again, 
but i don't want a reunion at a bar
nor a reunion at an airport dining hall
I want a reunion at our "alma mater"
The place where so many years ago 
we departed that hot June afternoon
Leaving behind our books, teachers,
lost loves and memories...

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A steep drowning 
in traffic of curves- 
       of legitimate sin.

It was a supergame 
of exotica. Witchcraft 
       was playing with light-

years. Are you still
hosting the life ? In 
       cracks and crevices of pain ? 

Very methodical. You were
devouring the death to
        become immortal. Were 

you serious about bount-
eous harvest ? Your alma mater,
         where you wrote your first poem.


Satish Verma...

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AN ODE TO HER
 Honour whom shall we raise high
With her i always stand and sigh
Your love is what i see at home
To whom shall you be made known?

Cleopatra-can she ever stands your tide?
The mediator o! She stood the time
She is a way easy and safe to Christ grace
And intercessor of the worn out age

She is of heaven alma-mater
Tabernacle of our lord and master
O! Virgin our gracious mother
Full of grace humble and greater


Etal Gracias Light...

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I looked out and saw rainy weather.
Why not watch boys kick pigskin leather?
What if rain was barley juice, not water - 
to the magnavox and my alma mater.
A strange woman says "fix the door".
Where have I heard that voice before?
A green field where blue and gold bodies lay,
the uniforms of UCLA,
like a photo by Mathew Brady - 
Do I know that voice?  Who is this lady?
And who is responsible for this ruin?
He goes by the name of Joe Bruin....

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So Indy

You have set me a task

One I hope to maybe last

As I don't know yet how to do it

So I may have already blew it

I will though do my research

And hope I can find 

A way through it

But if not it doesn't matter

As you are my Alma Mater

So i will learn from you
As that's the best way that I knew..

Learn fast
Learn clear
Listen to the voices in your ear
You have to sometimes clear your mind

To make sure you are always kind

BW

DAMO xx...

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