Valentine's Day Poetry Contest
In honor of V-day, we are holding a contest for the best cheese-related love poetry in America.
Use any meter or verse you wish—sonnet or limerick or free-verse, and employ any muse, be it a fair lad, lass, monger, or succulent cheese—but your masterpiece must include both l'amour and le fromage.
Prizes will be awarded to the three best versifiers: a trio of Bourbon Chocolate Hearts ♥ ♥ ♥ from Capriole Farmstead Goat Cheeses.
Deadline is midnight, February 13. Log in and post your odes below: don't forget to register with a valid email address so we can contact you to deliver your prizes!
"A poet's hope: to be, like some valley cheese, local, but prized elsewhere." —W.H. Auden
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Cheese Poem
Rennin into you each day
I camember it anymore
Going emmental over you
It's so gouda to be paneer you
There's nowhere I'd rather brie
When we're provolone together
"It's so gouda to be paneer
"It's so gouda to be paneer you"? Owch. Full points for raw cheese.
Love & Cheese: The Sonnet
Colby did as he pleased
His mind was so free
Only thought about cheese
Until he met Brie.
He'd ne'er felt this before
What now shall he do
He was in brin d'amour
Without her be bleu.
It is her he must get
So he set out to hire
A cheese string quartet
And he won her desire.
Now their life is a party
With wine and havarti!
I like the story, but "cheese
I like the story, but "cheese string quartet"?
Oh Mon Amour Mon Fromage
Oh mon amour mon fromage,
How I have waited for this day!
Quivering with anticipation,
My fingers run along the scalloped edges of your wrappings.
Lusting.
I cannot hold back.
Tearing into your body,
so supple and creamy.
I spread you generously
The crisp cracker a mere vessel.
The bounty placed at my lips
The intoxicating scent strikes.
I close my eyes as I take you in.
The rich salty sensation on my tongue.
As you melt I savor
For just a moment,
Before the ravenous hunger seizes and
I devour you in entirety.
With nothing but crumbs and cleanly licked fingers,
I am elated and completely satisfied.
nice anthropomorphizing of
nice anthropomorphizing of cheese!
Oh Mon Amour Mon Fromage
Oh mon amour mon fromage,
How I have waited for this day!
Quivering with anticipation,
My fingers run along the scalloped edges of your wrappings.
Lusting.
I cannot hold back.
Tearing into your body,
so supple and creamy.
I spread you generously
The crisp cracker a mere vessel.
The bounty placed at my lips
The intoxicating scent strikes.
I close my eyes as I take you in.
The rich salty sensation on my tongue.
As you melt I savor
For just a moment,
Before the ravenous hunger seizes and
I devour you in entirety.
With nothing but crumbs and cleanly licked fingers,
I am elated and completely satisfied.
What kind of food puts you in
What kind of food puts you in the mood?
If I go to the store, can I buy your l’Amour?
I’d like to approach ya, and give ya Garrotxa
Would you come to my party if I promised Havarti?
What if I stroke your hair while I feed you Gruyere?
Can I get you alone, with some cabre aged provolone?
Make your head turn with my Bleu d’Auvergne.
Give you this day your daily Chimay?
Or better yet, I’ll make you melt with Raclette.
Would it make you grin if we shared Vacherin?
Could you love me the most if I buy you Gjetost?
Would some ripe Valdeon be what turns you on?
I’ve got Fromage de Meaux wrapped up with a bow.
Do you get all swoony when the brie’s nice and bloomy?
I know I sound desperate but I’m begging you please!
Let me win your love with a helping of cheese.
Love it (love Chimay too ;)!
Love it (love Chimay too ;)!
Sonnet to Un-processed Cheese
Let me not to the mass dairy conglomerates
Admit a preference. Cheese food is not fromage
When altered and with additives combined,
Or bends when from plastic sheets remov'd:
O no; it is an ever-living art,
That made by artisanal ways not forsaken;
It is l’amour of every locavore heart,
Whose worth beyond Velveeta doth tastes awaken!
Cheeses be not Time's fool, through patient years
Within a cave or darkly shelv’ed room;
Love alters with each hour and week,
And bears a rind or supple silky bloom.
All this be heaven and by taste prov'd,
Sad dairy singles leave the heart unmoved.
Sonnet d'Fromage
Shall I compare thee to a St. Aubrey?
Thou art more lovely and more fragrant.
Cows graze on alpine flow’rs for rich Beaufort d’ete
A summer's cheese with lovely golden pate:
Sometime milk of cow and ewe and goat combine,
In Spanish limestone caves long ripen’d;
Cabrales blue veins becomes enlivened,
By choice consume the delicate gusano within;
But Brin d(’l’)Amour’s aromatic triune herbal coat,
Nor way’s honey brown and sweet Gjetost;
Shall not eclipse your sweetness with its shade,
Nor your mildness pale to Sweden’s soft Graddost;
So long as men can breathe, the scent of Brie,
So long lives fromage, and this gives life to thee.
Of Love, Of Fromage
Of Love, Of Fromoge...
The taste so sweet
The decadent slice upon the meet.
To treasure, to taste
To share, to invite
The cheese of the moment,
The cheese of delight.
With company you lure,
Alone you are divine
With wine you are succulent,
Oh how you shine.
L’amour, fromoge
L’amour to indulge
Now I know what love taste like
I shall search no more.
Death by love..of Cheese
The Stink, The Stick
The Bite, TheLick,
Death by love of cheese
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The Stinkier, the better
more colorful, tastier
The older, the wiser
it's the labor of love
how delightful
I love your poems!!
More love!!!
There was a young mouse from Paree;
His dilemma was choosing from three:
The camembert cried
...And the cheddar near died
When he handed his heart to the brie.
Courtesy of Polly Hakala
There is a cheese monger
There is a cheese monger named Brigitte,
She lauds les fromages salty et sweet,
"Brillat-Savarin est mon amour,
Monterey Jack I adore,
on MENchegos i never cheat!"
A nice autobiographical
A nice autobiographical touch, that.
Five Poems of Love and a Song of Despair.
Five Poems of Cheese Love and a Song of Despair.
Best friends are found in
Supermarkets and kitchens.
Gouda companion.
Asiago on,
Tell me about your hard life.
I got your back, babe.
Opening my fridge,
I see you waiting for me.
We Colby in love.
My lips touch your rind.
I'm savouring ev'ry bite.
Brie mine forever.
Kitchen midnight snack.
"Feta or not, here I come!"
Crumble before me.
Wine and dine? Let's nosh.
Drank too much, ate even more--
"Roquefort is gone" Blues.
Le fromage et L'amour
Le Fromage et L'amour
The stiff peak of generously applied triple creme
Beckons from atop a crusty slice of baguette
A tingling in the corner of my mouth
A bit of drool escapes eager lips
Hand trembles as the treat,
Gently clasped between thumb and forefinger,
Meets the alter of l'amour
Where tongue and teeth and cheese and bread
Become one
Anticipation.
Le fromage, salty and sharp
Ignites the taste buds as it gushes
And melts into a sensuous swirl of
Passionate flavor making
With apologies to Theodore Rothke
I knew a gouda, lovely in her bones,
When small boys sighed, she would sigh back at them;
Ah, when she melted, she melted more ways than one:
The shapes a bright container can contain!
Of her choice virtues only gods should a-greet-a
Or hungry poets who grew up on Velveeta
(I'd have them snack in chorus, chic to chic.)
Roethke, eh? Odd choice, but
Roethke, eh? Odd choice, but it works.
cheesey poem
The love and lure of cheese galore
I love them all, of this I’m sure.
The mild and the tangy, the creamy, the sharp
I love you cheese, with all of my heart.
On pasta, on biscuits or melted on toast
With olives or onions, sliced or well spread.
In a salad or a sandwich I am happy to boast
Cheese is the one that I love the most.
In a restaurant, a diner and especially in bed
This may sound odd, but it has to be said,
Cheese is my true love, that I want to wed.
Brie and Cheddar, Gorgonzola and Swiss
When I'm alone, it's you that I miss,
You are so tasty, so smooth, and refined
It makes me so happy you're my Valentine
Assonance: oh snap.
Assonance: oh snap.
Poetry
As posted on my fb page in response to this link.....
Gouda is red wax
point reyes is blue
drunken goat is sweet
and so are ewe......
(that's my valentines day poetry. i know, oh my gouda!)
~Robin M
Ulla loved a ripe brie that was stinky.
She met a man who ate cheese with raised pinky.
She dropped on her knee
and said, "Marry Me."
And then they ran off to Helsinki
~Kris B
There once was a gal from peru
who dined on fois gras and ewe
she cried out to thee
please pass me the brie
and a lovely crostini that's for free
~Robin M.
Young Chery Wilson of cass
dined on a fine goat cheese wrapped in grass
she said with a grin
as she wiped of her chin
get be some wine biatch!
~Robin M
The cheese is just milk that's gone moldy
So Marvin gobbled the raclette quite boldly
His date smelt his breath
and faked her own death
In a stunt that shocked him stone-coldly
~Kris B
There was a young mouse from Belize
Who traveled, just looking for cheese.
He stayed in a Hilton
And asked for some Stilton;
They said, "Take whatever you please".
~Polly H
Cheddar, Brie, Manchego and Blue.......
So many cheeses, just to name a few.
To pick out one to stand out as best,
I like' St. Andre', it passes my test!
'Stinky' cheese is not my fave.......
...I like the milder if I'm to rave!!!!!!!!
~Linda L
Kris B is definitely in the
Kris B is definitely in the running, I think. Kinda fixated on stinky cheese--sort of a fetish?
Polly H has the best flow... but where's the love?
Stinky Cheese
I think stinky cheese pairs very well with the limerick concept. And, yes, I am a little overly zealous about stinky cheeses.
Polly Hakala More love???
There was a young mouse from Paree;
His dilemma was choosing from three:
The camembert cried
...And the cheddar near died
When he handed his heart to the brie.
There was a young Mimolette
There was a young Mimolette mite
Who lost his l’amour due to spite.
He ate le fromage
Then picked her borage.
She forgave him with nookie all night!
A riff on John Donne, eh? I
A riff on John Donne, eh? I like it!
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