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What Poetry Form am I?

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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 be forever aimed
Towards some future path or special goal.
It’s not to do with laziness, as such.
It’s just that one the whole I’d rather not
Be bothered – so I drift contentedly;
An underrated way of life, I find.

What Poetry Form Are You?

and if I am not that, this is my other Answer:

If they told you I’m mad, then they lied.
I’m odd, but it isn’t compulsive.
I’m the triolet, bursting with pride;
If they told you I’m mad, then they lied.
No, it isn’t obsessive. Now hide
All the spoons or I might get convulsive.
If they told you I’m mad then they lied.
I’m odd, but it isn’t compulsive.

What Poetry Form Are You?

Hmmm … can I be both? :)

Quiz found via Kelly (BadgerMum).

Ode to the Ale – A Poem

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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 way I write poetry. I don’t even write most of it down, not that there is much in the first place. At any rate, this I DID write down :)

Inspiration for it is obvious, Ale! All the things mentioned are actual brands, as well has homebrewing.

Corsendonk Pale is a Belgium Tripel Style Ale, imported from Belgium.
Red Brick is an Amber Ale, brewed in Atlanta, GA by the Atlanta Brewery
Red Tail is an Amber Ale brewed by the Medencino Brewery, the distribution we have is from the brewery in New York State.

We have several friends from church who homebrew.

Ode to September 2004 Storms

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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 play’
Ivan he roared, he wanted to come in
Ivans winds were wickeder, they pounded our back door
Seeping in the cracks and moaning all day and night and the next

Then suddenly it was quiet
And then the sun peeked out
Ivan’s visit was over
We saw no floods
No major destruction
Just many leaves
Early falling from the trees

The trees wanted water earlier this Summer
they began dropping leaves in August in defense
only to have storms galore in September.
Who’d have known? God did!

And Jeanne will be coming next …?

By Marysue Meints
September 17, 2004

Intentional rhyming/not rhyming … etc.