When Calliope or her sisters visit, they sometimes leave a verse or two as a gift. Like most gifts, I treasure them and put them somewhere safe; somewhere that seems entirely reasonable at the time, but ensures that I'll never be able to find again. These are a few I've managed to retrieve; there must be at least a dozen more that I may stumble across some day. Usual disclaimers apply.
1994
Thwicka (not really a poem, but)
1999
2000
2002
2004
2005
2006
2007
2008
2009
The Gre∆t Pyr∆mids (guest poem by Andy)
2010