Great god Poesy

I spent another evening at Barnes and Noble, reading and writing poetry. I had fun with anapests and dactyls and Anglo-Saxon poetry. I am constantly reminded how much I love poetry, in all its various forms and delicious iterations.

While these poems that I present are not very polished, or very perfect, I find them fun and delightful. Mostly these are practice poems for different techniques and methods. Enjoy them as such.

This first poem is written in anapestic hexameter. That means that each section of the poem is written with two unaccented syllables followed by one accented. Hexameter refers to the number of sections in the line, in this case, six sections. Despite the long lines, this is still a poem and not a block of prose.

Directions to Home

From the twelve, take a turn past the Toys R US straight on down straight as you go
Do not turn to the left or the right, resist Dunkin Doughnuts as you pass,
Right turn, Glacier Hills Apartments is your destination. Now find a spot.
When you’re parked, ring the bell, or call me, and I will let you into the room.


This second poem is written in dactylic pentameter. A dactyl is the inverse of a anapest, which means one accented syllable followed by two unaccented syllables. Pentameter refers to the number of sections in the line, in this case, five sections. In actual fact in this poem, the first four sections are dactyls, the last is a spondee which is two accented syllables in a row. This poem is broken up into six lines, but is actually a three line poem. I think it looks better, and breaks up the rhythm ever so slightly, to put the spondee on its own line. Nevertheless, it is to be read continuously from each line to the the next.


Mooing in darkness now, cows all ’round chewing the
green cud.
Black and white, horned and spotted beasts bovine in
Deadly to grass and wheat. Even better to me when


This last poem is in Anglo-Saxon verse. Anglo-Saxon verse, in this case, is comprised of alliteration in three accented syllables and one accented syllable of a non-alliterated syllable.

To Eat or Not

No green gabled broccoli or gagh* for me.
I wouldn’t mind ice cream instead of pie,
Though punkin is peachy and perfectly fine,
Pizza is always a perfect pie, I’ve found.
I don’t mind doughnuts, but dumplings are out.
Chicken is choice when children shout for nuggets.
Burgers with bold bacon and cheese,
Are favorite, fun and fantastic to me.
I don’t know now what I’ll nom tonight
Probably popcorn or peas, something random.


Each topic here was suggested by the book I’m working through, The Ode Less Traveled by Stephen Fry. He always finds fun topics to focus on for the practice poetry, in this case directions to my place of residence, cows, and what I’d like to eat or not. Until next time…

*gagh is a Klingon dish. Read about it here.