Poetry Slam A-E

Classmates poems, listed alphabetically (more or less) by the first name of the poet. Enjoy the creativity!

Most Brief!

Aimee Ballanyne

Go West, young Pest!


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Suessiest!

Amy Cammann Cholnoky

I am Ames

 I am Ames, Ames I am

I do not like Green Eggs and Ham

I do not like them, Ames I am

 

I did not like them in the Lodge

not even if they were camoflaged

 

I did not like them at the river

they tasted like congealed liver

 

Not in AD, not in Psi U

Not at Cutters or a barbecue

 

Not with a keg, not with Phi Red

The thought of it just hurts my head

 

Not in line 4, not in line 3

Not at Lou’s or PC’s

 

Not in Heorot or Theta Delt

Not with grilled cheese or tuna melt

 

Not for Kemeny or Dean Brewster

Not in a kayak or canoe-ster

 

Not at the Skiway, not in the BEMA

Call in S&S, call in FEMA

 

But green is not the problem here

It’s eggs that make me spill my beer

 

For green’s the color of all that’s good

The College pines, art in the Hood

 

The grass on the GREEN, the name says it all

The athletic fields where we play ball

 

The sweatshirts, ties, bandanas and tees

That proclaim our allegiance, despite the winter freeze

 

We wear it proudly, it runs in our blood

For Dartmouth College, our affection is a flood

 

So I am Ames, Ames I am

I do not like Green Eggs and Ham

 

But with apologies to Dr. Seuss

My love for Dartmouth Green is profuse

 

I love D Green at the river

The Skiway powder makes me shiver

 

I love D Green in the Lodge

No need up there for camoflage

 

Yes with a keg, but not Phi Red

The thought of that still hurts my head

 

Yes in the Hood, the Hop, the hills

D Green gives me chills

 

And even many miles away

The power of green is on display

 

Just look around, you see it here

It’s in the smiles, the stories, and good cheer

 

So here’s to “60” and “77”

And a bond with green that’s made in heaven.


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Highest of the LOWEst!

Andrea Lowe


White Mountains back then,
Yellowstone's home state this week--
but Green's our color!  

 

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Bestest Friends EVER Award!!!

Betsy Steuber


Dartmouth friends are still the best

New Hampshire New Years New York

Forty two years of friendship!

 

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Most Spritual!

Elizabeth Morse

 

On Turning Sixty 

When I do sit and ponder who I am--

The baby crawling in the grass and dirt,

The young girl fiercely growing up, no lamb!

(Yet still in school was made to wear a skirt).

 

And maidenhood maintained through teenaged years,

From innocence alone, no planner she!

She traveled far and wide and felt no fears,

Though risks she faced but none of them could see.

 

Then womanhood emerged as seeds were sown,

In building life with husband, children, friends.

Such needs!  And time was scarce to meet her own.

She learned through life that all on love depends.

 

I know that I have lived ‘midst all the strife,

With love intact--God’s gift to me from life.


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Least Wrinkliest Award!!

Betty Stroock

 

There once was a child of Wyoming

Who found Dartmouth both fun and inspiring.

In Montana years sped by,

Active life made joints ossify,

Now she’s wrinkly — and 60?!  That’s shocking!!

 

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Also Equally Suessiest!

Bill Jarrett

 

Green Alums on the Lamb

Do I like green alums on the lamb?

No, I do not like them, Six-Oh-I-Am.

What’s all the fuss? Why sing Happy Birthday to Us?

 

Oh, but the places they’ve gone and the people they’ve met!

What great stories they’ll tell – once their whistles are wet.

 

Yes, I am sure, Six-Oh-I-Am.

But, still, I don’t like green alums on the lamb.

Don’t they know “sixty’s the new forty”? So, why make this Jackson Hole sortie?

 

Though ‘round the girdled earth they’ve roamed, they still like to explore!

Climb, bike or run – it’s still fun.  Fast pong or lob, they’re still hard core.     

 

I see your point, Six-Oh-I-Am.

These green alums, they’re not on the lamb.

Bound together upon the Hill not-so-high, they gather again to rekindle their ties.  

 

Oh, the times they’ll have and silly selfies they’ll take – to share with green alums unable to partake!

Too soon, their exploits and laughter will end; then, sadly, from the mount high-up they will descend.

 

Ahh!  I do like these green alums, yes I do!

These forty-somethings-plus can go like new.

How can they still do this – without refrain?  Must be the granite in their muscles and their brains.

 

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STOUTest Heart Award!!!

Bill Stout 

 

We're The Class of '77

First did convene in the Ravine, Lodge of Moosilauke, 

Young, selfsure and cocky 

Acting cool and hip on the freshman trip, even the future Mrs. Cholnocky 

 

Convocation with an invocation from John Kemeny 

Learn what you love, love to learn

Don't lose your curiosity 

 

Freshman year drinking beer, Thayer layer looks good on you 

Can a geek still go Greek? Pick one 

Tabbard, Bones Gate or Psi U 

 

We're the class of 77, granite in our head 

We're the class of 77, bleeding green til we're dead 

 

Paradise was lost and we all know the cost 

But what's free will when you’re screaming down the hill 

Trying not to break your noggin, holding tight to the Herrot toboggan

 

Bet your ass that Rassias could drill French into you 

Donald Pease, not to sneaze, was a hell of a professor too 

 

At hums with Theta Delt, Hoss' boom boom bros would belt

Nick nack patty wack give the dog a bone

Ann Duffy sent those boys home all alone 


We're the class of 77, still north in our breath

We're the class of 77, bleeding green till our death 


Light in your eyes, reflecting the ties, consumed in a homecoming blaze 

Halcyon days forging new ties and a spell sure to remain 
Cast by our mater, high on the Hanover plain 


With one swift stroke, pipes broke, out the girdled earth to see 

Inspired by Seuss, set on the loose, armed not with BAs but ABs 

O the places you'll go with what and who you know 


Our paths out did branch now converge at Spring Ranch, but why? 

While we're glad to survive since '55 and it's close to Big Sky, a place for Karla to see 

And it's hard to say no to Betsy S and our leader, Nancy PV

 

With a few here you’re close but certainly not most, so why vacation with strangers? 

Don't have to look deep to find, it's the green strings that bind

So a toast and a hail to thee and dear old D

 

We're the class of 77, as the years go tearing by

We’re the class of 77, bleeding green till we die

 

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Most ProdiGAL and Fun!!!

Christine Morris

 

Coeducation

 

Freshman


I got in

So let’s begin

 

Let’s load the wagon

And slay the dragon

 

500 strong

We do belong

 

Grab your hat

And join a frat

 

We’re in it now

So take a bow

 

Sophomore

 

The things we saw

Outside the law

 

For all the beer

We had no fear

 

The nights were cold

But we were bold

 

We went to the mat

And all got fat

 

We didn’t quit

We were a hit

 

Junior

 

Summer was fun

We learned a ton


We traveled far

And found a bar


We took a break

To jump in a lake


The days grew long

We played our song


At last we see

What we will be


Senior


Sisters all

It was a ball


You are the ones

Not just the sons


The end grew near

We shed a tear


We smoked a pipe

And all that hype


We marched in line

It was very fine


Postscript


Here we are

From near and far


Our hair is grey

Oh, what a fray


We know our story

And our glory


We took the test

And beat the best


A toast you say

Hip Hip Hurray

 

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You Can’t Take Anything For Granite Award…Party On, Plogle!!!

Bill Replogle (x2)



Sousiest Suess!!!