Poems About Cheese

On top of my fondue
All covered with cheese
I lost my velveeta
When somebody sneezed

In my teens I couldn’t wait
To get out of this world
I was a sad, lonely, angry girl

In my twenties I wanted
To go out in a blaze of glory
I couldn’t fathom making it to 40

But I’m nearly there
Less than 2 years away somehow
You know what I want now?

I want to get old
I want great books to read
I want platters piled with fruit and cheese

I want great conversations
With fascinating faces
And I want to see so many more places

I want to litter my life
With creativity, generosity, kindness
I’m so glad that sad, lonely girl lived to find this

For everyone
a safe home
room to roam
something to eat
clean water to drink
For everyone peace
And if they want some, cheese
for everyone.

This is the dream.

I dreamt of a world
devoid, bereft, free of cheese
It was a nightmare

Me:

I’ll whine for cheese
Cry for cheese
Stand in line for cheese
Commit crimes for cheese
Lie for cheese

Cashier:

*blinks*

Me:

J/K, but I’d very much like to buy some cheese

A little sharp
A little sweet
How delightful
When these two meet
I’ll slice them both
Pull up a chair
Let’s enjoy together
This cheesy pair

I’m revealing a secret.

Poems About Cheese isn’t really about cheese.

And it’s not really about poems either.

Poems About Cheese is about living a real life.

It’s a smoke signal of sorts —

Do you ever feel like you were born and then immediately thrown onto a moving train?

Like life is already moving, like there are these stations where you’re expected to get out — like you’re supposed to switch lines here and there and if you make one misstep you ruin the whole journey?

I don’t want to be on a stupid metaphorical train I didn’t choose.

I want to be in a metaphorical field, squishing my toes in some metaphorical green grass — I want to be doing something as slow and as lovely and as kind as possible.

And maybe I can’t always get completely off the crazy train and into that squishy green grass, but I can for sure rebel in my own way.

I can do weird little things that make me happy and maybe make others happier and maybe make this world a little more lovely at the same time.

I can invite and encourage others to do the same.

This year, this is my smoke signal. A poem about cheese, every single day.

Not because I like writing poems ( I do)

Not because I like cheese (I do)

A daily cheese poem because that feels slow and lovely and kind.

A daily cheese poem because it feels like squishing my toes in that metaphorical green grass.

A daily cheese poem because it feels like telling that crazy train to shove off without me.

I hope you’ll help me spread some cheese vibes.

– Stevie

Why aren’t there more
Songs about pizza?
Or more sonnets
Written to cheese?
More art with
Donuts & Cupcakes?
More movies
With pie in the lead?
Seems pretty
Messed up to me
But you know what?
I might just be hungry

When it all seems like garbage
When the world goes mad
When good’s whisper is drown
By a cacophony of bad

Do something sweet

I know it sounds silly
Maybe cliche, maybe trite
But I’m saying it anyway
Because I think I’m right

Do something sweet

Do something little
Do something sweet
A kind word, a cupcake
A coffee, a sample of cheese

Do something sweet

Give away what you have
A minute, an hour, a day
A dollar, or five, or a thousand
Give something away

Do something sweet

SING THIS ONE! To the tune of “Sweet Caroline”

Where it began, with lactic acid bacteria
And then it’s curdled nice and strong
Was in a wheel
Stored through a couple summers
Who’d have believed you’d come along

Sweet parmesan
Ba Ba Ba
Pasta never seemed so good
I drown all mine
In a pound just like we all should

so good so good so good