Best Mignon Poems
You have all heard I am sure of the three musketeers
The group with the swords not the ones with the funny ears
Reminds me of a joke that right here would apply
There are three kinds of people I tell you no lie
Those who are really quite good at math
And those who are not and that's that
They were the three musketeers but they were four
Their math was bad not three, four and no more
I hope you're all still with me, I'm not trying to be a pest
I need you to follow me because at the end there's a test
There is Casarah
Yeah and hurrah
She is a good ma
Then there is Tim
You should know him
He's tall and trim
And finally there is the kind hearted Jan
From England she's the one with no tan
Coy and demure behind her fancy fan
If you kept count that makes three
Who can argue. You'd have to agree.
Now we have arrived at what I am trying to say
I've just joined them and I quite enjoy sword play
Do you see? I am number four.
I'll just walk through their door.
That makes me the best, the fillet mignon
It turns out that I am frikin' D'Artagnan.
Categories:
mignon, humor, humorous,
Form:
Rhyme
If I were a prisoner on death row
just hours away from execution
I would NOT order a meal of calamari with ratatouille,
filet mignon with truffles and Strawberry Sherbet.
I would reject a plate of Duck Liver Terrine with Confit Quail
garnished by Baby Leeks and Porcini mushrooms.
I would sneer at Saskatoon berries and Niagara peaches
dripping in lavender honey and maple syrup.
Peking duck, Scottish kippers, caviar, abalone
Siberian meat dumplings and escargot
washed down with a fruity chardonnay and a supple merlot
would not be of interest to me.
I’d insist on a baked Russet potato
freshly picked from an Idaho organic farm
topped off with Schuler bar cheese and sour cream
and washed down with Martinelli’s sparkling cider.
In my final moments I’d reflect on how Luther Burbank
began with the seeds of an Early Rose potato plant
and worked for years to breed the awesome tuber
that has come to be called the Idaho Baker.
And I’d feel sad as I meditated on how
the brilliant but impoverished Burbank
had to sell his tater masterpiece to a tycoon
named J H Gregory for $150!
For forty years the world’s potato scientists
(and yes, there are such people)
have worked to improve the Idaho Russet
and have failed to find a serious contender.
When I’m finally executed for my crimes of inanity
and ascend to the ‘Heaven for the Misunderstood’
I’ll dine on the manna from planet Earth,
the humble but delectable Burbank Russet potato.
Categories:
mignon, funny
Form:
Free verse
I set the table, place for one
Pour the wine, cork undone
Filet mignon, to perfection done
Topped with greens, and a sauce of rum
The evening sets, as it always had
A gourmet meal, aint so bad
I make a toast to the other side
As silence waits, I must abide
As I hold my glass
Of Bordeaux wine
I dare to wish but for one more thing
In darkened silence, the phone to ring
Soufflé simply will not do
There is no sweet without you
The perfect meal evades me still
The evening fades into a chill
Sleep evades my dreamy mind
And in the haze of wishful thoughts
Dinner was served
With a Kiss
Categories:
mignon, food, introspection, life, romantic,
Form:
Light Verse
The date’s been set and many will attend
Just the penguin will be wearing his tux
A “come as you are” I did extend
So expect to see antlers on the bucks
In the heart of Sherwood Forest we’ll meet
Guests will include many from Noah’s ark
Each one I can’t wait to heartily greet
The skunk will be seated with the aardvark
Filet mignon is the menu of choice
But heifers were threatening to boycott
So a vegan dish has made them rejoice
And something fishy may arrive by yacht
A songbird choir will be entertaining
(Can’t wait to see the tarantula dance)
Trees will give shelter if it is raining
Elk will surely line up, ready to prance
The Lion King and the Duke of Squirrel
Will receive the red carpet treatment
And Miss Piggy will be our cover girl
Turning heads of many a furry gent
It all sounds so grand, but here’s the best part
Once this party begins, there’ll be no end
Animals live in harmony; they’re smart
And not one other human will attend
*Written July 28, 2014
Categories:
mignon, celebration,
Form:
Quatrain
Two portabella caps Stems removed deeply and diced.
Frills down in olive oil and butter (with stem pieces)
Pan hot
Flip to frills up
Fill with italian dressing and cheddar cheese
Fry covered at simmer
Steam spinach
Steam parsnips in buttered water
Saute two filet mignon wrapped in bacon
divide equally on two plates
Sip wine and share the joy with friends
Categories:
mignon, food
Form:
Epulaeryu
I'm living in the moment & you're looking for forever, I'm being the best worse me, I am way too clever, I can lap you in a drag race, I'm way ahead of my time a real conundrum in space
Spit game is the best improv straight from my mind out, all I need is a hour one on one & you're intrigued enough to wanna find out, If I have a gun tattooed on my waste, & if you find out don't have your business all over the place, good or bad I'm going to effect your psyche, & you're gonna debate yourself back & forth how much you really like me
I'm not conceded I'm grandiose, conceded can be discreet but I do the most, lose a little bit of weight & I'll hold your hand when we go out, if not meet me there & do me a favor walk another route, when you get there don't stand all in front of me, stand in the back cause you so beautiful I don't want anyone to see
In actuality I'm single for the night & yesterday too for that matter, so please pipe down you killing me with all that this that & the third chatter, would I really bring you out if I'm living that wrong? YEP but I been living like this for way too long, I pop bottles, skip lines, & walk around metal detectors, I been peacocking, I wear flashy clothes & all my shoes insoles leather, I got the ambient lights and your seat cooled too, you never heard of a butterflied mignon say word, tru, well you about to see beyond the edge of your imagination, all I need you to do is believe in this liberation & I'll free you from your current location
Categories:
mignon, beautiful, beauty, black african
Form:
Narrative
Republicans keep talking about a Shining City on a Hill,
Problem is to get in you need a Million Dollar bill,
They kicked out all the Middle Class and Poor people from the area, and relocated them to a Landfill,
While everybody,s starving, they up there cooking filet-mignon on the grill,
wondering what all the fuss is about a little old BP oil spill,
Excuse me for not enjoying the sight of their Metropolis glowing in the Night!,
I,m locked out the gate,
Struggling to survive daily, seems my fate,
and to top it all off, They do not care of my plight
and it,s my taxes
that,s paying for all that Goddamned Light!!!!
Categories:
mignon, funny, political, satire, social,
Form:
Polar bears, spotted owls and honey bees
Care nothing of scientific debates
Over flatus of cattle and SUV’s.
Some drop big oil drills and some drop big trees
To provide a place for our dinner plate,
With its filet mignon or black eye peas.
The planet goes on with its rolling seas
Immune to false conclusions and the hate
Over flatus of cattle and SUV’s.
Should politics and graduate degrees
Be allowed to sit and decide our fate,
While eating filet mignon/black eye peas?
Political winds, like a gentle breeze,
Carry the pollen of absurd debate;
Over flatus of cattle and SUV’s.
Perhaps all the powers of wannabe’s
Can save all the birds, fishes, ants and trees;
The filet mignon, and the black eye peas;
The flatus of cattle and SUV’s.
Categories:
mignon, environment, political, satire, planet,
Form:
Villanelle
So, High Class
Torn by internal conflict
I paint on a darling smile
Put on my neatly creased suit,
In their eyes, this is me.
A patron of the country club
savoring filet mignon
and a fine Bordeaux.
“I got the check,” I say;
As I dip my manicured hands
deep within a sea of freshly pressed plastic.
“Why thank you, Sir" and
“Dinner was just fabulous.”
I return to my over priced Lincoln
and begin to drive off
with a confident wave
but
my smile begins to smear.
I loosen my shirt and murmur
a sigh of utter relief.
Categories:
mignon, anxiety, identity, loneliness, people,
Form:
Free verse
.......~ ~ ~ .~ ~ ~ .......
red , tender and sauced like sun
juicy slices float
on sizzling olive oil streams
spiced with herbal mounds…
tongue swells orgasmic,
decadent
fix!
all rights reserved
©
* we have lots of mini steak houses here good for a 10-minute wait
........................................
--Gwen Rix's " Fastfood Epulaeryu"--
30 apr 2011
Categories:
mignon, food
Form:
Epulaeryu
Sauteed onions and mushrooms
Choice Filet Mignon
Wrapped in a piece of bacon
Sear it on the grill
Cook until it's rare
Place on a plate
EAT
Categories:
mignon, food
Form:
Epulaeryu
Strap ya helmet on
and while you at it
pass the keys, we'll
ride and eat on
words for dinner,
homie pass the
peas,
I don't do this on
purpose, it's the
way things have to
be, I'll smack these
kids without a
daddy, little
bastards please.
Expand your mind a
bit and you can
comprehend the
flow, there's no
amor for garden
tools cause we
don't love them
hoes,
let William foot the
Bill that Matt can
wipe his feet on
quick, my potna
Rich concurs the
other Richard's just
a Dick.
These words can
read like any book,
don't be afraid to
look, goodfellas root
for guys in movies
living life like
shnooks,
you'll never freeze in
coal that people
use to feed the
heat, I spank on my
filet mignon
therefore I beat my
meat.
Go 'head and make
a pizza out of $100
notes, cause all
you need is sauce
and cheese with
lots of flattened
dough,
your car breaks
down in traffic?
Lose your shoes
and get a tow, and
whilst you wait get
stoned with lots of
dro that rock ya
dome.
They call me Mr.
Heinz cause you're
in back and can't
catch up, you'll get
the FICA treatment
when I'm taxin
that's whasup,
and that's no
homosexual, I'm
happy cause I'm
gay, my pounds are
like my methods so
it's 2-8-0 my weigh.
I hope y'all get the
message how
it's 'sposed to come
across, I clean my
teeth with currency
so yes indeed I
floss,
the doctor wants to
rush and send the
people to their day,
I guess it's safe to
say he has no
patience either way.
My wordplay is a
blessing like the
other side of sin,
when makin love it's
guaranteed I will
arrive again,
so come and join
the sideshow 'cept
the magic isn't blue,
I wear my t-shirts
circle necked when
rollin with my crew.
To read is
fundamental but to
not is dumb as hell,
some people love
stupidity, I wish the
others well,
my word'll slide
inside a chick and
keep her tunnel hot,
it's verbal
intercourse
vernacully I've
touched the spot.
Categories:
mignon, on writing and wordspeople,
Form:
Rhyme
It's the festival of the hearts
It's the festival of the Poets
The wonderful celebration of Valentine's Day
Let’s solemnize with everything and nothing this day.
Let's revere the Big Day
All year long, every day
The season of love with beautiful flowers
And hugs. Let’s enjoy the happy hours.
It's the celebration of unity
It's the day to be our best and fancy
For the great evening of love and grandeur
Let's enjoy this beautiful day together.
Flowers are everywhere
Today we have everything
It's the carnival of lovers. With a bang
Let’s spread the seeds of love everywhere.
P.S. This poem is dedicated to all lovers.
Copyright © February 2024, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
La Merveilleuse Fête De La Saint-Valentin
C’est la fête des cœurs
C’est la fête des fleurs
La merveilleuse fête de la Saint-Valentin
Pour célébrer on a besoin de tout et de rien.
Célébrons le grand jour
Pendant toute l’année
La saison de l’amour
Avec des fleurs en beauté.
C’est la fête de l’union
C’est le jour d’être mignon
Pour la grande soirée de l’amour
Célébrons ensemble ce beau jour.
Les fleurs sont partout
Aujourd’hui, on a tout
C’est la fête des amoureux
C’est la fête des gens heureux.
P.S. Ce poème est dédié à tous les amoureux.
Copyright © Février 2024, Hébert Logerie, Tous droits réservés.
Hébert Logerie est l'auteur de plusieurs recueils de poèmes.
Categories:
mignon, celebration, feelings, happy, heart,
Form:
Rhyme
Strap ya helmet on and while you at it pass the keys,
we'll ride and eat on words for dinner, homie pass
the peas,
I don't do this on purpose, it's the way things have to
be, I'll smack these kids without a daddy, little
b@st@rds please.
Expand your mind a bit and you can comprehend the
flow, there's no amor for garden tools cause we
don't love them h03s,
let William foot the Bill that Matt can wipe his feet on
quick, my homie Rich concurs the other Richard's
just a D1ck.
These words can read like any book, don't be afraid
to look, goodfellas root for guys in movies living life
like shnooks,
you'll never freeze in coal that people use to feed the
heat, I spank on my filet mignon therefore I beat my
meat.
Go 'head and make a pizza out of $100 notes, cause
all you need is sauce and cheese with lots of
flattened dough,
your car breaks down in traffic? Lose your shoes
and get a tow, and while you wait get stoned with
lots of dro that rock ya dome.
They call me Mr. Heinz cause you're in back and
can't catch up, you'll get the FICA treatment when I
tax you thas whasup,
and that's no homosexual, I'm happy cause I'm gay,
my pounds are like my methods so it's 2-8-0 my
weigh.
I hope y'all get the message how it's 'sposed to
come across, I clean my teeth with dollars so indeed
ya homie floss,
the doctor wants to rush and send the people to their
day, I guess it's safe to say he has no patience
either way.
My wordplay is a blessing like the other side of sin,
when makin love it's guaranteed I will arrive again,
so come and join the sideshow 'cept the magic isn't
blue, I wear my t-shirts circle necked when rollin with
my crew.
To read is fundamental but to not is dumb as h31l,
some people love stupidity, I wish those people well,
my word'll slide inside the spot and keep the tunnel
hot, it's verbal intercourse vernacully I touch the spot.
Categories:
mignon, imaginationwords, people, love, people,
Form:
Rhyme
Bacon-wrapped, filet mignon
Beurre Blanc, or Sabayon
caviar so delicate
on your tongue, you will not forget.
Crystal and golden spoons
Do not forget the tea at noon
for your name, an abbreviation
Do not forget the reservation.
A brand-new car in the drive
my own pool, in which I dive
all new clothes, every stitch
How satisfying to be rich.
Categories:
mignon, society,
Form:
Rhyme