Best Gorgonzola Poems

I went to a cheese and wine party on Saturday,
where huge platters of cheese were on display.
There was Gorgonzola and creamy white Brie,
I devoured huge chunks with a glass of Chablis.

Danish Blue, Mozzarella and Swiss Emmental,
of course I had to try a sample of them...

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Penne and spinach
with walnuts and gorgonzola
on top...ummmmmm.
All the fresh garden salad,
you can eat
and garlic bread sticks, too.

Black forest, cherry cheesecake,
with cherry syrup
rolling down the sides,
of a plate drizzled
the liquid chocolate.

Murals of flowery scenes
and music to set your mood;
old Italy permeates the senses,
while you dine in...

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On the edge of my seat,
On the tip of my chair,
Sweating in the Doctor’s Lair,
Waiting for that sympathetic stare
And the news
That my slack heart
Needs a jump start,
Liver fails to deliver,
Blood is clogged
With choleric cholestrol,
Kidneys are more cesspit,
Than filtration device,
Belly fluff is full of lice,
Tonsils are...

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My missus has a liking for those cheese and onion crisps,
the taste and the aroma she finds tricky to resist.
Yet oddly the real thing she simply will not eat
but me I find the real McCoy is just so hard to beat.
My favourite is Danish Blue...

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Dining with devotion
generates joy and satisfaction;
with best food served on the table,
truly, an act of celebration.
I dawdle in getting to the food
to let others take their choice;
my favorites showcase their flavor
filled with a finely made concoction.

Tomatoes seem quite ubiquitous
in many cuisines like Italian flavor;
macaroni and...

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It bloats me out and makes me wheeze;
I have an allergy to cheese
Which makes it hard to find a mate
For reasons I shall now relate.

A simple sniff of curds and whey
Provokes an itchy rash display.
So cheesaholics need to know
That for my sake, the cheese must...

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A large bright shining moon is an awesome sight
Rising in the eastern sky on a dark cloudless night
Sometimes it is a super moon, or can be red or blue
Half, crescent and full are phases it often passes through.

It also controls the coastal tides in out...

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Sour grapes,
Ancient clunker,
Moldy Gorgonzola,
Scarred garage sale table.

Fine wine, 
Vintage car,
Rich blue cheese, 
Polished antique furniture.

Time passes for all things.  
Whether treasure or trash,
Depends upon the attitude.
Life is no different.


THEME: Aging...

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He nods towards a table between the hibiscus
and other flowering plants,
a bit more removed from the racket of passing cars, 
the tiny music of forks tapping porcelain dinner plates.

Her eyes spy artwork for sale
hung across mustard-colored walls. 

He wants Amore: flatbread
covered with baby spinach, 
sliced...

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Blue Cheese and Old Pickles – 3-14-25 Dedicated to my Grandmother Pickel and her famous pickles.
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Blue Cheese and Old Pickles

Forgotten in a tapestry of shadows
Woven in long twilights and long rows
Of blue cheeses, tomatoes, daisies and flying salmon
Shelves, birthing dust bunnies,
Give up the last jar...

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the moon is made of lovers' wishes
Gorgonzola, and other dishes
heard knighted lines of ardent passion
of tears and wars of lusted action

fallen harvest moon shines emphatically
a golden cornucopia spilled chromatically
dancing fires with nights painted pagan
and gifted artistic jilted lovers beggin'

timelessly written in songs and tomes
those emotive...

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MAN
My eyes are puffed and wrinkled
And I have a triple chin.
My hair, with grey, is sprinkled
And, in parts, has grown quite thin.

My stomach is extending
And where once was a six pack
There’s no use in my pretending,
It’s more of a gunny sack.

My legs are now as...

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I don’t have a lingering doubt
That cheese is the gods’ gift to man.
It compliments other fine foods
Whether peppery, salty or bland.

There’s gorgonzola and Stilton,
Emmental, muenster and bleu,
There’s limburger, feta and Jack,
And hundreds of others, too.

When it’s cold outside and windy
There’s nothing as good for lunch
As...

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The Hill of Howth During Horse Show Week 1972


June 16 is Bloomsday when in a world defying time
which stately fat Buck Mulligan starts off with a swim
and Stephen Daedalus feigns teaching and plays with his 
senses on the sand and Leopold Bloom goes to Paddy’s...

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Near the old docks in Genoa where old dwellings stand close together making streets narrow and families live is
lived rather noisily, where women hang laundry to dry on small terraces or on window ledges.
Sometimes when several street merges, the open space is called a plaza,...

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