Lactase, O Lactase - Why have you abandoned me?
My Lactose is lonely and causing me stress,
When will you come back and stop this duress?

M'luk you said when you were small
You're diction cleared as you grew tall
Milk you say your meaning clear
White, chocolate, frozen, whipped
What ever form you give a cheer

I write poems that rhyme,
Cause it aint a crime.
Like standin on my block
sellin rock.
it used to be my way of makin a livin.
but now i'm puttin my past into words to make my livin.
i used to say life ain't worth livin I'm just livin to die!
but now i'm die'en to live cause i got my life back online.
i got my wife and my baby girl, and one on the way.
I used to think I'd never see this day.
but i did cause i prayed
asked the lord to forgive me
and show me the way
he showed me the light that i never could see
cause all of the evil and demons were in front of me!

do you like cheese and jam?
I do not like them,
pam-i-am.
I do not like cheese and jam.
I would not like them, should you care.
Not even in a dare.
I do not like cheese and jam.
I do not like them, pam-i-am.
Would you like them with milk of goat?
Would you like them in a boat?
I do not like them with milk of goat,
I do not like them in a boat.
I would not like them, should you care.
Not even in a dare.
Would you eat them in a sock?
Would you eat them on a rock?
Not in a sock.
Not on a rock.
Not with milk of goat.
Not in a boat.
I would not like them, should you care.
Not even in a dare.
Would you?
Could you?
With a cow?
Eat them !
Eat them !
Eat them now !
I could not,
would not,
with a cow.
You do not like them. So you say.
Try them ! Try them ! And you may.
Try them and you may, I say.
Pam ! If you will let me be,
I will try them. You will see.
Say ! I like cheese and jam !
I do ! I like them, Pam-I-am !
And I would eat them with milk of goat.
And I would eat them in a boat.
So I will eat them in a sock.
And I will eat them on a rock.
And should you care,
I would eat them without a dare.
Say ! I will eat them anywhere !
I do so like
cheese and jam !
Thank you !
Thank you, Pam-I-am !

No one understands me,
They don't know who I am;
I'm always very quiet,
You wouldn't understand.
I bet when you first met me,
You thought I was a nerd;
But then you got to know me,
And you realized that was obsurd.
You became my best friend,
I could tell you anything;
When someone said something about me,
It hurt like a sting.
But you were right there beside me,
You made the bruises heal;
We did everything together,
Our integreties they couldn't steal.
Everyone thinks I'm a liar,
Everyone but you;
You would do anything for me,
I'd go to happy from blue.
We've had a lot of memories,
I hope they never end;
When it comes down to the point,
You are my best friend.

I wish that the world would be happy and that smiles would fill the faces of passer-bys
I wish the world not to judge me, but instead open my life and study it so that it can feel what I feel and want what I want
I wish that the world would fly with me above all that is untrue and dive with me into the bottom of the ocean and catch the world's cruel tongue
I wish that the world would not dwell on what others think and let its light shine
I wish that the world would dream when it lies its head down at night because only as much as you dream can you be
I wish that the world would listen to the wind with all its heart and hear the secrets that it shares
I wish the world would love one another
I wish the world would cherish each moment with loved ones and learn to never take a single breath for granted
I wish that the world would not take its own life and throw it all away
I wish the world would see life the way it should be seen
I wish time would stop so that I could start all over because I am part of the world and just as blind.

Who Let The Dog Out?
I looked out the back at my wind blown lawn and noticed the spots where my dear dog had gone. Her efforts were sterling, she gave it her all. She's been making deposits since early last fall.
I wait til it's cold and you may wonder . . . why? Cause they're easy to pick up - much easier than pie!
So I put on my parka, my gloves, boots n'all, and went to ground zero to assess the large haul. What do I use . . . ah the mystery lingers, you can bet your sweet bippy - I don't use my fingers! I went into the shed and next to the door was a wee plastic shovel laying there on the floor. It sure did the trick - I was through in an hour; filled two plastic bags then went in for a shower. Charlotte's my dog and she aims to please, but I think from now on I'll just feed her CHEESE! William Heslop

Memoirs of a Connoisseur
Commonly called mouse, Mus musculus,
Mere presence bound to cause a fuss!
My shingle flutters in the breeze:
Connoisseur of Dairy. Specialty: Cheese.
I love them all: Swiss, Cheddar, Brie;
Can recall a Roquefort from 63
Oh, those were the days! When cheese was cheese!
'Twas enough to bring me to my knees!
I'm aged now, gray coat turned white,
At the point where dusk turns into night.
I've laughed and cried; shed many a tear
And recall with clarity my yesteryear.
So bear with me now, as I regress
(An arduous journey, I must confess!)
Way back in time, when the world was young,
When I spoke with a much more simple tongue.
My eyes are clear, my coat so bright,
The horizon stretches beyond all sight.
I scamper along the fact'ry floor,
Whiskers twitch, and senses soar.
I peek through every slatted louvre
And watch the massive paddles move
Through elixir pure! ambrosia sweet!
Gold liquor from a bovine's teat.
I dip my paw to take a draught
(a glass, Garon, and a large carafe!)
In an instant I freeze something's afoul -
The resident cat is on the prowl!
Oh, feline fiend, my nemesis true,
But easily outrun, and outsmarted, too.
And tomorrow IS another day -
(Mouselett had it right, I'll say!)
Another joyous day to face,
Another day to smell, to taste
Ambrosia from Oxford cows -
The blessed curd that life endows.
The fact'ry's gone, it is no more,
But the Connoisseur always keeps good score.
By far the headiest cheese of all?
Why, the legendary cheddar - of Ingersoll!

United we stand divided we fall .
Let` s answer our call for the long haul.
Stand tall push out your chest.
We are all blessed!
No matter our current situation.
The sun still shines in Zion.
This message goes out to the Caribbean` s, Koreans, Europeans and everyone in-between.
Why spend a life with hate?
We were not created to act this way!
As primates we should learn to celebrate our elevation.
Procreate do not discriminate!
Communication is key for our young generation!
Life is not eternal for anyone.
Our time on earth should be joyous.
No one is born ignorant!
Understand yourself whether you are black or white.
Eliminate that internal fight.
Knowledge is a must when it comes to uniting us.
In this world of insanity and causalities.
With so many different personalities and nationalities.
Humanity need to live as one!
Let` s make a difference you and me for the world to see!

One night, I looked out my window, and I saw white men on horse and on foot. With torches and pitch forks screaming "KILL THAT NIGGER". "KILL THAT NIGGER FOR SLEEPING WITH A WHITE WOMEN." My moma got tired of it. She step out the door and said You know it was white man. They shot her. They killed my moma. For telling the truth. So I ran. I didn't know where I was going. I could not read. I just followed the north star. Hoping it will lead me to freedom. My freedom. Hoping it will lead me to that promise land.
So I kept running.
I kept on Running.

I am a boy with skates 'n all.
Lived all my live in Ingersoll.
My chums and I sure have a ball,
when our team plays in the fall.

We're into hockey if you please,
and gnaw a lot on Derby cheese.
We score our goals with apparent ease,
when the goalie flops on padded knees.

"You're not in shape!" our coach would crack.
"You're eating cheese for every snack."
"But that's OK!" we answer back.
"We get our pep from Sonoma Jack."

We played down the road the other day,
and ate some cheese along the way.
Ambert, Colby and Lyonaisse,
spruced up our game and style of play.

Salford was the team we played.
Our skates were dull, our sweaters frayed.
We won on heart and wished we stayed.
Their team served marbled cheese they made.

"CHEESE ON ICE" is who we are.
We don't play out of town too far.
When lunch is served in the coach's car,
it's ole Cheese Whiz . . . in the biggest jar!

William Heslop

Chunks of Cheese
+Toast Slices with Chili Sauce
_______________________
Satiate Hunger

Cosimo Cavallaro, I salute you,
Though cheese-hungry sandwich-eaters might rather shoot you.
You slathered a wall with spreadable cheese,
Painted a model: back, front, elbows, knees.
You decorated a house on a dairy theme
By spreading cheese on every high roof-beam.
Your days in Montreal, as a child and a youth,
Your life over a deli, all were put to good use.
Your mother, Mrs. Cavallaro, alive to this day,
Called from Montreal "J'en suis trPs touche."
Now, in Manhattan, you work in sliced meat,
To beat your cheesy record will be quite a feat.
Ask Matthew Semmler, gallery director, "It's fun".
Ask me, give me that cheese, and a fresh whole-wheat bun.
At every installation, people stop to stare,
At this talent from our northern nation, a thing of beauty rare.
For cheese can be sculpted, stacked, nibbled or spread,
But it's better to eat it, than slathered on a woman's head.
So, Cosimo, Cos, and I quote "cuz that what you do"
Keep working with cheese, white, orange or blue.
But listen to your mother, who from years in her deli,
Can tell you that cheese, though tasty, is quite often smelly.
And listen to cattle that low in the fields,
Imagining the cheeses that swollen udders will yield.
And listen to stomachs, from hunger all rumbling,
When you pile cheese cubes high just to watch them down-tumbling.
Most of all Cosimo, hear this cheese-inspired poem!
Come to us, here, in Oxford the giant cheese's home.
We'll surround you in cheeses and rich pasture lands,
And clap for your cheese-art with our grateful hands.