Best Cheesy Poems
"What's your story?"
she questions,
"you seem interesting."
wildflower
in eyes
I reply, "NOW."
often people become confused
by such a unique response
not this one
she's a beauty
shiny minded stone
lives warm under veins
lacks definition of alone
alone she stands
tallest green blade
unscathed
each time the oily blade passes above
erect
she stays the same
tingling pulses exhale her pores
she'd rather sink
than have to think the way of worldly whores
still...
malice skips her
no ripples in the lake
dripping from her face
sunshine slips across tangerine cheeks
gold flows throughout waves
streaming locks
sky clear eyes surprise those
choosing to be consumed
by her entice
hands free of envy
no webs to spin
hips unmolested
thighs slick
turpentine
be warned
she will divide you
no voodoo
or silly twisted games
though safe may escape you
blemish-less
untangled...
the girl
she
Goddess
baby of zero maybes
KNOWS
how?
she knows
as clarity lent us its giant umbrella
her lipstick smacked my tongue
from there
we never looked back
Her face was the oasis i needed to see
the sands of time draining
when i went to drink
She was gone
mirages of love filled me till i came upon the final dune
on the horizon i found abundant seas of water
turned foul with the sins of man
yet i drank nevertheless
filling me with the illusion of fulfillment
only to be depleted
tearing away pieces of my mind
yet i drank nevertheless
visions of an Angel graced me as i slept
She was all too familiar
and yet foreign
the day brought pain
wishing to see my angel
so i drank nevertheless
stumbling about the shoreline
i drank
it never filled my thirst
always fleeting
meaningless gulps graced my throat
smoke billowing from my lungs
i drank nevertheless
the Angel returned in moments of passing
time tortured me with temptations
of Her love in the night
i drank nevertheless
sins corrupting my body
as logs bearing mites
corroding, fragile segments fell away in my trails
i could see her coming
the Angel
She fled as our eyes met
leading me from the water
i tried to follow
i tried to chase
nevertheless all for waste
i drank from the water
telling myself i didn’t need Her
Her beauty welded to my eyes
i couldn't leave the shore
as my feet were stuck in shallow sands of sinking
with no rope to reach for
no help coming
nevertheless
i extended my cupped hand to the now red sea of tempt
and drank
She stopped visiting in my dreams
the songs of Her voice abandoned my ears
alone in despair
i drank nevertheless
the water like a drug
i was now dependent
Life was not the same without this nectar of satan
it ripped out my insides
nevertheless with no stomach to bare it i drank
gulps so large the sea depleted feet at a time
out of reach the water receded
only kissing the tips of my finger with the presence of a full moon
so i suckled my fingers as a babe
nevertheless
till my days fled like the sea
abandoned by the pleasure of sin
all my mind came to was the Angel
and nevertheless She was gone.
I've been served lots of unappetizing things
that simply did not please my palette.
Being force fed with bitter or insincere words
is unappealing presented as a crisp green salad.
I would rather be underfed and malnourished
than to feast on something too briny or cheesy.
I won't feast on a buffet of regurgitated foods,
like dill pickles offered as sour grapes... sleazy.
Nothing has more stench to me than rotten food.
As an example, mold spores inside blue roquefort,
and don't ask me to swallow one bite of sarcasm.
That would take far too much of my time and effort.
I'd spit out a spoon of any soup if in it swims a fly,
or if the spices were added by the hand of a hypocrite.
A warm peach cobbler would make a scrumptious dish
as long as inside there'd not be left on purpose... a pit.
My cheesy pizza rolls
Only you know
About my love
When i put on my glove
To take you out of
That oven's steel fortress
Because you are hot
I know i'm not
Going to burn my tongue
Because i am still young
And i like my taste buds
So i will wait
The ten minutes it takes
On top of my stool
For you to cool
Cause of your boiling sweetness
I am wanting more
Than the smell of your
Melting four cheeses
One bite and i'm falling into pieces
Because you are
My cheesy pizza rolls
The best things that Christmas guarantees
Are the festive, digestive joys of cheese
No holiday platter is nearly complete
Without the familiar fumes ... of feet
Softening chunks of wafting wonder
Offered up aged for you to plunder
Those holey and rolly blocks to devour
So properly plump, and soddenly sour
There's no better bits for a yuletide slacker
Than great gobs of funk on a crispy cracker
And stuffing a sock or a Christmas Buddha
Is perfect diversion for a gram of Gouda
Or perhaps just a nip of Neufchâtel bliss
Bouncing its stink for a mistletoe kiss
What better addition to the bells of a sleigh
Than vino with bread, and a cheese in decay?
Or, the ideal pal for a proud poinsettia?
Why, a warmingly wonderful wee wedge of feta!
No matter what floats on the holiday breeze
It's ALWAYS out-funked by a good ... Christmas cheese!
Written and submitted on November 18, 2018
For the "Write A Poem About Cheese" Poetry Contest
Barry Stebbings, Judge & Sponsor
Bacteria flirting with enzymes,
co mingling every which way,
with friendly organisms that give birth
every time to curds and whey.
That's the miracle of life as seen through my eyes,
as I look down upon the cheese upon my fries.
She'd been lying on the table for some time
crumbled from being assaulted in a crime
The odor she issued had turned quite rank
Some would bluntly say, "Gawd, she stank!"
When her veins turned a gross shade of blue
I knew I had to keep her away from my fondue
"Waiter, please find me another table or booth
Ruined is my appetite for cheese and vermouth."
~Not contest bound~
Aunt Bessie adores eating cheese
The trouble is cheese makes her sneeze
She sneezes gloopy snot
but does not give a jot
and gobbles more Stilton with ease
2/20/19
EASY CHEESY AND EASY AS PIE are not really so easy
Peach, pumpkin, plum perfection-Pie
Always Alliteration and Anchovies
Wouldn't work in a good Pie
Banana, coconut, and blueberry cream Pie
Works well, while whiting and wax won't work well in Pie
Poetry and alphabet soup should work well---
In theory, then time to text talk turns
Telephone talking tedious
SAFE TEXTING while driving turns out to
be an oxymoron, Along With Safe Text Sexing
While intoxicated and driving....
***The guilty do not need to testify, unless you have a really funny story associated with the texting?!!
For the Alliteration contest with Oxymorons -- Let me know if this fits the pattern.
It's never easy being cheesy!
Have you ever felt or been told that you were sleezy?
There are some that feel it's hard to live their life.
Some of us find it depressing dealing with the heartache and strife.
I feel Al Green when he said that he was tired of being alone!
I think that it's time for me to be back on my own.
I have a man, or atleast I thought.
In the meantime, I'm smoking the cigarettes that he bought!!
As I say, "It's never easy being cheesy"!!!
Barn-ward we heard the reindeer's sneeze.
Smells of nutmeg and clove in the breeze.
With Santa stuck in the John,
From dusk till about dawn,
Looks like we gave Big Red too much cheese.
A marathon runner called Peter
His shoes had a terrible fetor
It lingered in the breeze
smelling just like stale cheese
and got worse when he sat by a heater!
3/12/18
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" how I wish you're an assignment so I can take you home "
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Cheesy fries hot
Cheesy fries cold
Some like them hot
Some like them cold
Cheesy fries in the fridge
Nine months old
I stopped myself from writing a cheesy poem,
I stopped myself and held still like a stone.
Thoughts of lost love and distant memories
I stopped myself before I wasted my mind's calories
It sickens me that I've sunk so low in my conquest
To live a life different and put old me to rest.
For I've risen and I've fallen to get up once again
And still haven't given up, not now not then.
On this one I dispose of the cheddar and matzarella
For I've lost the melody of my life - welcome acappella.
I stopped myself from writing about her,
The same one who caused turmoil - a stir.
I stopped myself from writing a cheesy self-degrading narrative
One that would impose something rather declaritive
About how we could've worked but external forces,
Forced this commemoration to end its courses.
And so I stopped myself without shedding a tear
One that if dropped the whole universe would hear.
Torn from reality I live and breathe the abstract,
In all that is, I look for useful knowledge to extract.
So life give me guidance and give me peace
Give me all I request, give me a new release.