Edam Poems

FROMAGE BADINAGE

FROMAGE BADINAGE

Some cheeses improve with age
But, in danger of being verbose 
Just serve me plain and mature
Yellow, without that thick rind
And tastier on the tongue, I find
Not fancy, with that false allure
As some blue veins are varicose
But wait, there is a war to wage

Never the plastic American kind
But calling it sharp, it’s still bland
Some made backwards, as Edam
There’s French ones, some smelly
I’ve seen them advertised on telly
As cheese, Philadelphia is a sham
And yet so few dairies understand
Please keep it natural, not refined

A few odd cheeses can squeeze by
As Greek Feta or Cyprus Halloumi
From Italy, there is Mozzarella too
For pasta, it is Parmesan, of course
With a true origin one can endorse
All should be entitled to their view
I report what I taste, so just sue me
And crumbly cheese makes me sigh

Red

"I will never know how you see red and you will never know how I see it." ~ Anne Carson, 'Autobiography Of Red'


Red are my cheeks when you compliment me.
	Red is the bacteria in the southern Red Sea.

Red is the blood that has been shed for freedom.
	Red is the cover of Dutch yellow cheese, edam.

Red, too, the lips after lingering, hungry kisses.
	Red marks the sector of bullseye misses.

Red is the power of a celebrity's walk.
	Red, the color of love's angry talk.

Red is love, hate, romance, and rage.
	Red is the ink that edits my page.

Red is sexuality and esteem.
	Red Stars is a women's hockey team.

Red is the blood of Christ and the fires of Hell.
	Red is the sound of the persistent death knell.

Melted Cheese

A lunch for me that’s bound to please
Is one containing melted cheese,
For on a bagel or some bread
(The crusty type) or else instead…

Inside a quesadilla shell
Or anyplace to melt it well,
I love its oozy stretchy form,
Especially when it’s still warm.

It could be cheddar, maybe Swiss
Or mozzarella (that can’t miss)
Or muenster, gouda, edam, jack
To make a meal or just a snack.

The salad lovers may protest,
Yet pizza fans would pass the test,
For life provides no guarantees
Except when lunch has melted cheese.

Captain America

I am an Indian, yet, of Steve Rogers, I have heard, 
Though what I've heard, like fountain-pen writings timely blurred;
On legends, many talk, write and enact stories many,
Tough, of Steve Rogers, I had not heard thrill-tales any;
Until, once, I desired to visit the United State,
And know of places and people, that, by birth and deed, great...!

He was young energetic magnificent enlistee,
Rejected, owing his stature; he looked like a little bee;
It's, hence, his transformation into a super soldier,
Dubbing and duping in colors and shapes he grew bolder;
Became symbol of American justice and freedom,
His moral code resembled hard, yet, nourishing Edam...!

Buddha I remember; Jesus! Confucius has his place, 
Muhammad or Nanak... each, in their times, remained true Ace;
Thinkers, theologians, scientists, sages and saints,
All have contributed and have been doing so till date,
I might place Captain America midst greatest of these, 
As he offered his self turning this world a place of peace...!


26 May 2022 
Captain America Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori

Poetic Enticement of Cheese

My busy muse I want always to please
For my taste buds it seems to have the keys
I bring out from within the deep freeze
Mouthful chunks of any one of these
Gauda, cheddar, or edam to appease
I’m fond of and crave for the choicest cheese 
The first opportunity to eat I’ll blatantly seize. 

If I’m writing a poem the ink’s flow will cease
I’ll forget to dot the i’s and cross the t’s
The unfinished poem will end as it is
The muse will fly away in the breeze
For it could not get the desired piece.

From luring slices relishing delight I’ll squeeze
I’ll do it for my muse with much joyful ease
As these will melt within the tongue’s crease
I’ll devour with pleasure the heavenly cheese
Finishing the poem the muse will be at peace. 

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May 12, 2022
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Amsterdam

***I personally don't indulge in "soothing weed" 
                       but the Dutch and many others certainly do***









                                                Amsterdam


         Dynamic charm along many contradictions encompass Amsterdam

         House boats festoon canal while tenants toast wine and love Edam

         True blue blonds cranking bikes synchronize pace crossing a bridge

          Stoned laird hears enlightened souls chant verse perched on ledge


          Safe from surging water churches dominate rooftops ogling a tram

          Finely carved architecture tower above bars serving eggs and ham

          Cafes offer soothing weed dazzling each mortal with such privilege

          Fueling dreams of nirvana minds invoke desire to sharpen its edge








Penned: 06/16/2017
             12:34 a.m.
             Aboard cruise liner: Vision Of The Seas
             Docked in Amsterdam, Holland

Imagination

If you look up, you will see, that the sky, is plainly greeN,
Mountains of clouds drift like Christmas evE,
Aval fo edam ylraelc era semoh noitacaV,
Gibberish! You might be thinking. But no, it was just backward day, as you can seE,
Interesting, you say the sky is blue?  Well, I say something that ends with a “wrong” and starts with a “youR”,
Never have I heard something more preposterous! (Well, other than a word that ends with a “B”,
The tables have turned! Don’t you agree? Wait..what! You think the sky ISN'T green? Well, that's about as ridiculous as a cat that can purR!
I’m astounded by your betrayal! Why did you do it? And you dare start to arguE,
Oh, wait, what did you say? Look up? Well, alright, I guess I cA….
Never in my life would I have guessed! This is wonderfully astounding!  The sky isn't green! No, it isn't at all! In fact, it's...pinK!

Heavenly Cheese

HEAVENLY CHEESE

If my appetite you want ever to please
For my taste buds you have the keys
Bring out from within the deep freeze
Mouthful chunks of any one of these
Gauda, cheddar, or edam to appease
For I’m fond of and crave for cheese
The first opportunity to eat I’ll seize
If I’m writing the pen’s glide will cease
Forget to dot the i’s and cross the t’s
The unfinished poem will end as it is
For the muse will fly away in breeze
From luring slices delight I’ll squeeze
I know I’ll do it with much joyful ease
As these will melt in tongue’s crease
I’ll relish pleasure of heavenly cheese.

November 17, 2018

Cheese and Wine Party

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 all!
I declined Edam and Gouda, I find them too waxy -
and the last time I ate them I was sick in the taxi!

Soft creamy Camembert and blue Roquefort,
went down a treat with a glass of vintage port.
Crumbly Cheshire and Cheddar were so divine,
and tasted heavenly with red Beaujolais wine.

I’d chomped through all of the Stinking Bishop,
our hostess had to restock the whole dish up!
Then I munched little cubes of Monterey Jack -
if my doctor saw me he’d have a heart attack!

When our host carried in a blue Stilton in a truckle,
I loosened a notch on my now straining belt buckle!
I admit blue cheese can smell like men's sweaty socks
but ripe Stilton and crackers, this cheese simply rocks!

Write a poem about Cheese Contest
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FICTION POEM FOR CONTEST

11/12/18

Cheese In Disguise

The taste and the delicious aftertaste,
Makes cheese a wonder milk production;
Healthy in sandwiches with chicken paste.

Well known grated in Italian dishes
Nothing tastes better than Parmesan,
For it as strong as was Ugly Betty.

The popular rubbery like Cheddar,
Used mainly in school sandwiches;
Commonly as birds of a feather.

The distinguish the Dutch Edam,
With it’s famous with the red skin;
It’s a pity it was in the time of Adam.

The holy cheese very sweet and tender,
The Swiss Gruyere my favourite one;
It is good to keep the body slender.

There are many more but I am not bothered,
Hoping with this one the contest I have conquered.


Monday 12th November 2018
Write a Poem About Cheese Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Barry Stebbings

Cheezy

What's the official cheese used in the moon construction
Cheddar, ementhaller, gruyere, gambazola, edam or stilton
Okay, sorry times up
Twasn't real cheese but
If you get close, the smell could confirm your suspicions

Cheezy

What was the official cheese used in the moon construction
Cheddar, ementhaller, gruyere, gambazola, edam or stilton
Okay, sorry times up
Twasn't real cheese but
If you've ever been close, you'd surely had your suspicions

I Should Just Keep This To Myself

(noitide treah ruoy ekat) meop das a ekam ot tuoba ma I
(eno dah reve I fi) ytilaer fo esnes ym tsol evah I taht eveileb od I
(ti yas ot detnaw tsuj I gnihton sneam siht) sgniht emas eht of edam era su dna esrevinu eht derevocsid yltnecer evah I
(si rieht kcal eht ro) snoitome ym fo ytilaer eht tuoba klat ot ekil yllaer dluow I
(dlrow eht ti si ro) das flesym ekam I od … I
(thgif t’nod I fi raw a yllaer ton) cipot siht no flesym htiw raw egaw I
Wonk uoy od ereht uoy … uoy
(I neht elbasnes erom yluoivbo era uoy) esnesnon ym tsap deunitnoc evah uoy
(sey) em romuh ot emit eht ekat nac uoy
We will imagine that you , the physical phenomena your reading on, and I all have the same words        (or is this reality?

To a Cheese

May the Dear Lord deliver us
Not from creatures carnivorous
But edibles less frivolous
Like cheeses odoriferous

Who gives a damn about Edam
First made in Dutch North Amsterdam  
Or nutty-tasting Leerdam
And Czechoslovak Abertam

When some people find delicious
Or remain highly suspicious
Of a cheese that is nutritious
To say else might be pernicious

Called Kalimpong from West Bengal
As chewy as a rubber ball
Which doesn’t smell too bad at all
Or clog you with cholesterol

They're wrong. The foul effluvium
Causing our nasal odium
Creating pandemonium
As if it were plutonium

Is just a cheese no nose can bear
Once it’s been opened to the air
So, please, cheese eaters be aware
The culprit is your Camembert!

Blue Cheese

Blue Cheese

There is Cheshire, Red Leicester, Emmental and Brie,
Double Gloucester and Edam, a delight for all to see,
Stilton, Caerphilly, or Cheddar mature and mild,
Lots of subtle flavours to drive my taste bud’s wild.

There is Lancashire, Wensleydale or Derby to please,
So why, oh’ why, would you serve me Blue Cheese?
That smelly Blue cheese you know I cannot stand,
Give me Shropshire Mild, or something rather bland.

I don’t want that stinking dairy, in my salad box,
Opening the lid to an odour of sweaty socks.
So, hear my request I am begging of you please,
No more, no more, of that smelly blue cheese.

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