If Verse be free, what is ode poetry?

Among those who enjoy it when words become art, 
Some hold that poetry is the top of the line.  
For prose gives all language a great place to start, 
Yet poems arrange those words to share thoughts divine.
If mere prose be grape juice, then good poems are fine wine, 
With wordplay and rhythm to blush a librarian.  
When matched sounds and cadence cleverly combine, 
Poetry is caviar to prose’s carrion.  
But as fun as it is to wax on so Spenserian,
And with homage to work of less solid construction, 
This work as a whole is poetic contrarian.  
All verse is not equal.  So with that introduction:  
One poetry “wannabe” leads some purists to curse.  
It’s that hybrid of literature that some call “free verse”. 

To be clear, there are 
Ancient written genres with 
No pulsing rhymes, yet 
Known for poetic power, 
Acrostic even in form.  

But some modern free verse just seems lazy, 
And its meaning frustratingly hazy.
With mumbo to begin, 
Then jumbo at the fin,  
Sacré bleu!  The “poet” is crazy!  

Meaning no disrespect:  it’s from pros, mine is not.  
But with all due respect, “free” is prose, rhyme is not.  
Now if people will buy cryptic blather from you,
Then congrats to you all and rock on!  Crime it’s not!  
And for those who enjoy schizoid mystery text,
Then by all means continue and please mime this not.  
But what legacy does writing free verse pursue?  
Inbred peers are forgiving of crap.  Time is not.  
Since my dawn, I love meter and rhyming too much.  
Formless text labeled verse?  Ghazal this:  mine is not.