Category: Poetry

  • What Poetry Form am I?

    My #1 Answer: I am, of course, none other than blank verse. I don’t know where I’m going, yes, quite right; And when I get there (if I ever do) I might not recognise it. So? Your point? Why should I have a destination set? I’m relatively happy as I am, And wouldn’t want to…

  • Ode to the Ale – A Poem

    Ode to the Ale By Marysue Meints* Crazy Maisy loves Corsendonk Pale Red Tail, Red Brick, ale, ale, ale! Give me a brick and a tail, and a tale Abbey, micro, [home?] brewing ALE! ALE! ALE! * a.k.a. Crazy Maisy © 2004 I wrote this poem Saturday, September 18, 2004, on a whim. That’s the…

  • Ode to September 2004 Storms

    Ivan came and sang at our door Four- inches or more from Frances, just the week before Four-inches or more from Ivan, this is very true We needed rain, God sent these storms We’re overfilled But happily so The earth soaked up that water blue Frances, she wailed and weeped ‘oh please come out and…