#cheese
These days I speak in chalk, they hear in cheese,
my meanings crumble on the breeze.
I wake in strange places, though nothing's moved,
the same old room, but not improved.
The mirror knows me, but not my name
this quiet slipping, is this a game?
My voice returns from walls misheard,
each echo bends a faithful word.
I reach for sense, it turns to dust,
a language fractured by mistrust.
Familiar hands feel oddly worn,
like gloves I’ve kept since I was born.
The clock still ticks, but out of phase,
it counts in strange, uncharted ways.
And time, once firm beneath my feet,
now loops itself in soft defeat.
I walk, yet never quite arrive
am I the ghost, or still alive?
If I am chalk, then let me fade,
in quiet lines my truth once made.
And if they feast on cheese alone,
then let me learn to stand unknown.
Apr 10
Apr 10, 2026 at 2:14 AM UTC
What a most peculiar thing if might be
If the old rumor proved itself true
if the moon, beneath its pale rind of light,
were truly a quiet continent of cheese.
we would go there with modest a ceremony I suppose:
a small basket, a bottle of good wine,
and a sleeve of crisp crackers for company.
We would climb the gentle slopes of craters
as one walks the curved back of a sleeping hill,
breaking from that silent wheel a careful portion,
and set our little table upon the settling dust.
Then the cork would loosen with a patient sigh.
Dark wine would gather in the glass slow,
like a calm evening held in the hand.
Crackers would snap like small constellations,
the moon’s soft bounty beside them.
And below
far below a gentle glare
the Earth would turn in its deep blue glow,
Magnificent in all it's majesty
clouds drifting across its living seas
as if painted in slow, deliberate strokes by the eternal.
There i would sit without haste or hurry,
wine passing gently from hand to hand,
tasting the quiet fellowship upon my lips
of bread, cheese, and the view of distant oceans.
For in that high and borrowed stillness
one might discover a simple truth:
that even among the cold provinces of heaven,
a bottle of wine,
a humble *******
and a glowing world to watch
are enough to make a kings feast. 🍷🌕
Mar 14
Mar 14, 2026 at 7:44 PM UTC
i love french dips
i love french onion soup
i love french fries
i love french bread
give me some Brie
i love the French
Mar 12
Mar 12, 2026 at 8:09 PM UTC
Haven't met for a while,
Still can't think the spark has gone,
Is it only me or,
She also feels it on her own.
Tickling my mind and ***
Can't really answer this at all,
For that I need to ask,
But why it has to me at every fall.
Can't she do it as well,
If not as a lover than a friend,
It really makes me wonder,
Were we a thing or just empty hall.
Feel bad as a room filled with holes,
Cheese does taste good but have many holes.
Mar 3
Mar 3, 2026 at 11:04 AM UTC
hillsides really bring out the Heidi in me
chunks of bread and hunks of cheeses
river water melted from the alps
the goats and the hills, grandfather and me
blue dress, red laces, white pinafore
who is better to eat a picnic in the valley
shadowed by the mountains but me?
Feb 28
Feb 28, 2026 at 1:48 AM UTC
I'm not a mellow man
No fan of tentative cheese
I've renounced the cool pickles
I need a force 10 gale,
not a soft warm breeze
Don't go tempting me with tepid
Pour me long steeped tea
Give me time for a true brew
The strength of a gale
Not a soft warm breeze
Dec 12, 2025
Dec 12, 2025 at 6:07 AM UTC
Who am I if I stop running?
In this endless race,
Endless twists and turns,
This labyrinth with no clear escape.
They say the cheese waits for the clever,
for the fast, obedient, and blind.
But every trail,
There's nothing to find.
Ever so often,
The walls of the labyrinth close in.
Soft enough to muffle my screams,
Hard enough to bruise the parts of me,
That still have belief.
They mark my stumbles,
Analyze my pace,
Their eyes flicker, cold.
Hands leaving nothing but a trace.
Each maze-turn reeks of someone else's fear.
As if their ghost still lingers here.
Haunting.
The ground remembers each fall,
Each and every slammed-into wall.
We were promised purpose.
It was framed as choice.
But not once did I hear my voice.
Only the loud ringing of bells, bright lights,
Rewards, and shame.
Yet I still carry all the blame.
But something stirs beneath the ache.
A whisper no test can replicate.
What if i pause, mid-turn, mid-race?
And let stillness flood this frantic place?
May 21, 2025
May 21, 2025 at 3:08 PM UTC
it’s fuzzling (fuzzy n’ puzzling)
this pizza emoji broad based, across
all ages, ubiquitous and beloved to
all, universality
it’s meaningful to the otherwise
meaningless noise that emotional
connoisseur connotations that replace
what used to be called conversation
so this Valentine’s Day, my beloved
will receive her extra thin crust mozzarella
plain, (I pay more for less!) replacing her
dalliance trials with various margarita pizzas
The kids, with greater appreciation for
the creative sudy of pizza design have
some crazy notions that are toothy shocking
to reveal herein publicly
the weighty concerns of the underlying
true meaning of this caricature is beyond
my ken, I’ll wiggle away gracefully and
please please an extra cheese variation
with barbecue sauce?
P. S. YES, yes, this indeed is an
only love poem of course
Feb 13, 2025
Feb 13, 2025 at 2:53 PM UTC
I search faces without knowing the goal,
Do your lips turn up easy or do you smoulder like coal.
Does your hair have a mind of its own
Or is it slim and controlled never causing a moan.
My heart leaps at smiles
When they show in the eyes
You see id wade swamps for miles
Just to skirt round the lies.
Ive been hurt before
But never so much as the days im unsure
Of whether ive met you
Or only some distraction on the path to.
Will you look upon the night sky with wonder
And think of me with prayer
When you are out and take shelter from the thunder
At a bus stop or awning with lightning in the air.
Will my heart endear at first all warm and cheesy
Or will you be composed, cool, going easy
I ask myself these each night when my bed lies empty
Like a puzzle missing pieces or a feast without plenty.
One day maybe soon i wont have to anymore.
I wont have a goal seaching faces on the store
Or look at stars and ponder
What stellar fire you are under.
I will know the ins and outs of your smile
And hold your hand amidst joy and trial
Your hair will claim possession of my clothes
And your words refresh me as a hot day and the wind blows.
Though not now and God only knows when.
So ill simply say God bless. Till then.
Jun 12, 2023
Jun 12, 2023 at 5:13 PM UTC
The fat, the grease,
of these in between days
stills my pen a little
So even if I wrestle
with another monumental year tick,
like the crack of doom
I look at the stuff in the fridge
and shrug
The existential crisis can wait
til the brie is done
and the crackers
have gone soft
Dec 30, 2021
Dec 30, 2021 at 4:37 PM UTC
imagine a brick box lined with paint where
zebra and lip-red walls wobble as I
rest my forehead in a coiling of arms
on the stubborn palm of this plastic chair—
I feel you singing singing slow as I
build myself a night wide
where water rises up like bread;
and turn all students to fish and
turn all chatter to bubbles
that slide and collide and settle by the roof
and settle and settle
undying till the room
is a pomegranate cursed with fertility, and I
dare not gasp lest another bubble
should— press and press
imagine a blue sea bubbling like
sugar that melts and melts and
melts and melts
in the slowly-shrinking pan
I shut my ears
and build myself a silence and I
feel you right here
— a few rows behind—
our separate solitudes tangled up
a song faint as feathers, as fire
lit up; as the fish babble on—
your sea-creatures whirling: and
corrals’ tickling devours
that clothe me in Magic—
imagine peach-pink lips
that smile— dragonflies swishing by
imagine buzzes that they leave to sway
in the blushing airs, imagine
grasses fluttering their pompous lashes
imagine— oh, and
a paradox of suns that
pulls me in— prickling eyes
black and brown as cocoa in coffee and
soft as foam— yet suns, you see!
I dare not see, yet return
and return I stumbling do,
skin feasts in sweetness
of a warmth serene, and
the taste lingers all day long—
swear in stars are whispers of you
tossed to constellations' lively tales
and misty dreams shroud lazy mornings
where I and you and all
the unshed covered faces of ours
are free to sprout, where we
cling to limbs and limbs in
the deep rich beds of our soils
I lift my head as the teacher enters
and I know the water you
breathe in too
the churning viscosity presses in in
your swift silver thoughts
drowning in noise— and no one is listening
to the teacher—
my iron neck I twist to glance your way
fast as the flickering tail of a squirrel, yet
you clasp me still
— there—
the clack as breaths lock and hold
you sit all alone and, oh, do I—
I wish I could stand up and swim my
way to you
'hey, this seat’s empty, right?
mind if I sit?'
your orange 'yes' or maybe a leaf-like
nod, or a gust of shrug perhaps
then we talk and talk with
the fish all rest, and maybe we forget the smother
maybe we forget the fish
but I— a statue sunk centuries ago
waves kiss my valour and lure it away
star-shapes settling on my tongue
******* out words, and—
heart a squid blooming and clenching
I curse the idol I have built of myself
sit and sit I sessile a stone and
try not to drown, try not to drown
to boil to bleed or scream a soundless bubble alright
you, the fantastical, faraway land resting
a glimmer motionless where sea
licks the void, where children go
when there is nowhere to go,
where I think I will row one day one day one—
can you tell I have a crush on you?
I hope not
take my hand and bless me a metaphor
wholly mine— or— maybe I could spin you a blossom as your
lovely gown teases the night—
alas, but here begins the teacher
Dec 4, 2021
Dec 4, 2021 at 5:27 PM UTC
Y'know whenever I go to my brother's to watch a football game
He always brings out a lovely big platter of cheeses, with a selection of crackers
This and some hummus, nuts and potato crisps
Along with a nice cold beer
He really likes his cheeses does my brother
Me! I don't mind a bit of cheese myself
But Him, he's a real connoisseur.
Anyway last Christmas I was looking for a present to bring him
And in my local supermarket, guess what, they had these lovely big platters of various cheeses
Wow! I was delighted, that was his present sorted
No more traipsing around shops, tiring my poor feet out
And this was a good present, something he'd really like;
So I brought the cheese home and put it in the fridge
Next morning I was up early sorting out the presents, who got what
Putting them in nice Christmasy type bags
I then packed them in the car and took off,
An hour later I'm sitting at their table and we're talking about some poor celebrity movie star who's just passed away
Their saying he had some Brain disease, just like Alcheimers except it wasn't Alcheimers
My brother's wife is there trying to articulate, to explain
"It's like his brain had holes in it"
And I'm thinking "Holes in the brain, hmmm... just like...like a Swiss cheese"
Then, of course, I remember. **** I say out loud in front of them all,"I forgot the cheese, I left the feckin' cheese in the fridge"
Really ****** me off
Then I start thinking, that's actually quite funny
We're talking about Alcheimers disease and it reminds me I left the cheese in the fridge
What do you call that, is that ironic or what ?
What's a Paradox ? Sounds like a washing powder.
Wait! Is this a poem at all or am I in the wrong place ? (LoL)
May 23, 2021
May 23, 2021 at 10:31 AM UTC
Cupboards filling up
with stuff we can’t touch
like industrial sacks of dry roasted peanuts
and biscuits for cheese, specifically.
Seems this season of excess
begins with an interminable exercise in restraint,
where even one mince pie is missed.
Dec 14, 2020
Dec 14, 2020 at 2:27 AM UTC
From the usual desires within a store
From the potato chips that don't call for you but still eat
From the shredded cheese that only seems delectable at
2:00 am
There is nothing in this world we wouldn't crave
For we are the ones who have slept through sleepless nights
For we that have been addicted to the nectar that is known as
coffee
And For we that has been blessed with
Lusus Naturae
But remember, That even if we were blessed.
The ill will wish for us
And we shall respond
as it is not our duty to do so
Instead, it is just the cravings that bond our blessings
and that we are one in the twilight
Oct 30, 2020
Oct 30, 2020 at 10:09 AM UTC
I got this adulation for cheese
Melted, grilled, or, chilled cheese
Burger and cheese
Mac and cheese
That's platter for the invitees
In the batter is egg and cheese
With a plate of cod and cheese
With a side of chips and cheese
Dish that is even eaten overseas
With top class curd goats cheese
Jul 13, 2020
Jul 13, 2020 at 10:35 AM UTC
It was a Friday night,
I was on the phone with my grandmother when I looked at the clock suddenly remembered,
it was time for the ritual.
I immediately hung up on my grandmother,
and stripped of my clothing.
The ritual required I be naked.
I then took some goat cheese out of my refrigerator,
and put it in the microwave.
I waited.
The goat cheese seemed like it took forever to melt,
but it only took a few minutes.
In those few minutes,
I just sat there,
and played with my left ******
Finally, the timer went off,
and it was done.
I took the melted goat cheese,
and poured it onto my body.
It burned,
but I suffered through it.
I would do anything for the Goat Gods.
Anything.
Once the melted goat cheese was poured onto my body,
I began to lather myself in it.
Soon, I was covered in melted goat cheese.
The smell,
was horrendous,
but in a way,
I enjoyed it.
Then, I removed the goat blood from my refrigerator,
and poured it into a ***
which had been on the oven all day,
waiting.
I began to boil the goat blood.
I took a sip of it.
"No" I said as a shook my head in disappointment.
I had been ripped off again by my goat blood dealer.
There was no flavoring in it.
It tasted like goat blood.
So I threw in some carrots,
and a dollop of horse radish.
While it was boiling,
I went to my bedroom,
to my closet,
where I found my goat mask.
A real goats head I had carved out and made into a mask.
I put it on.
When I had it on,
I felt like one with the Goat Gods.
When I returned,
the goat blood was done.
I poured it into a Tupperware container,
sealed it,
and put on my shoes.
By now,
the once hot and slimy goat cheese,
was dried,
and stuck to my body.
It was crusty,
like the crusties you get in your eyes,
just all over your body.
I walked out the front door,
across the street,
to my neighbors house.
I tried to open the front door.
Locked.
They knew I was coming this time.
Last week,
they forgot.
So I left the goat blood on their front steps,
and left.
When I got home,
I immediately went to the TV,
sat down,
and turned on "Antique Roadshow".
I looked out my window,
and saw my nervous neighbor grab the goat blood,
and bring it inside.
"Soon they will join the Goat Side" I said as I repeated it to myself, "Soon they will join the Goat Side".
Apr 4, 2012
Apr 4, 2012 at 7:55 PM UTC
Soft and gooey, or
Hard and **** --
This delicacy owns my heart
May 12, 2020
May 12, 2020 at 12:25 PM UTC
He was a rat, she was a rat
down in one hole we did dwell
both were as pale as a witch's cat
they loved each other well.
He had a tail, she had a tail
both long and fine
each said 'yours is the finest tall
in the world, except for mine.'
He smelt the cheese, she smelt the cheese,
they both said it was good.
both remarked it would greatly add
to the taste of our daily food.
He went out, she went out,
I saw them go with pain
what happened to them i never can tell
for they never came back again.
Apr 30, 2020
Apr 30, 2020 at 7:04 AM UTC
We all like some cheese
cuz it's...cheesy
but we also say "cheese!" to the camera when we smile
it still lights our day when we even run a mile
cuz we have the smile engraved in our hearts
it burns brightly in the hearth
but we also smile when we eat cheese
cuz it makes us sneeze
I have no idea what I am talking about
but I can ensure you that I like cheese both ways
Cheese!
Apr 24, 2020
Apr 24, 2020 at 12:26 AM UTC
Why is it everytime I see you I skip a heart beat and loose a breath?
No matter how much we try I know,
We won't Forget each other till Death...
Silence is all we have Now...
And I still remember the day When we Said Our Last 'Ciao'...
When I Close my Eyes, I see a picture of Us Laughing...
Was that really Us? Now I am doubting...
I look back and miss those Memories
And we both knew, we were like Mac and Cheese...
So now here we Are
Somewhere really really Far
After all that we promised each other this all seems Bizarre...
Apr 6, 2020
Apr 6, 2020 at 2:10 AM UTC