Long Mignon Poems
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Wide Awake At Two Plus Hours After Midnight...
(actually, now at present time juiced
well nigh high noon same day)
On this January nineteenth
tooth thousand and nineteen
dogged by an earlier notion
searching soul to glean,
(while at Collegeville Diner)
above place previously wrought
poem hammered from this peon
expounded possibly seen,
asper belated birthday
outing now I mean
to expound upon nagging, yet keen
existential question, sans what purpose
validates yours truly within skien
of terrestrial webbed wide world,
no...no...no not
simply pocketing green
backs (banknotes, legal,
tender, money, et cetera), but now bean
older, and displeasing lee not so lean
when just a slip (pre) youth decades ago
yea, that would be
when I hapt tubby a teen
with nary a concern,
nope not even to preen
myself much to the dismay
of my late mother, nay
no idea why lackadaisical, illogical,
and antithetical bee hay
vee yore prevailed, but more to the point
rarely when young and naive did stray
thoughts besiege my mind,
that LX vintage sketchy,
shady, and seedy gray
area bothered concerning,
hounding, pestering and fill lay
mignon noggin ready toboggan
any price you say
for this staged coached blarney
finding this mortal questioning... ray
zing meaning, purpose,
and underlying importance, gestalt, design...
of life more so today
meaning since recent past
also taking stock of
accomplishments from way
back, and feeling stymied okay
at a loss to delineate
any rhyme or reason
to shout hip...hip hooray
quite the contrary, which following
admission might appear cray zee,
but aye decry barely
living capped off with oy vey!
Their unspoken opinions
are like a pot of unknowable, unnamed meats
including skunk parts
one morsel of filet mignon
Family or workplace
longer the hours, years of the living
opinions accumulate
perception strained through mortality
This stew of ethics
holds together, blows apart
trees, planets, atoms, galaxies
on or about year 2000
One must not
express the certainty
that the child's coma-induced vision of a dead grandparent
did not actually happen in heaven
One must feign
respect for all beliefs however abjectly
death denying
because they are harmless as
ozone
zebra
xylophone
zygote
A
beautiful day follows
on Jones' Nose
ripe blueberries, black cherries
Toasted teacakes,parmesan cheese
Croquetted chicken,fricasees;
Apple dumplings,yogurt creamed
Welsh mutton,in pudding,steamed.
Baked Alaska,Banbury cake
Lyons ices with Cadbury flake;
Gorganzola buttered roll
Side salad oil drizzled,in a bowl.
Melba meringue,warm mince pies
Filet mignon,mushrooms and fries;
Sunday roast in dripping jelly
Onions and peppered tripe belly.
Trout poached,not microwaved
Slowly cooked,and no time saved;
Thick fishstock,bouillabaissed
Beefsteak so lightly braised.
Hash browns,sausage,gravy and mash
Casseroled stew or goulash;
Poached,simmered maybe pressure cooked
Tempting meals from Granma's book.
Pills and potions instrumental by Nicki Minaj
Mixed emotions
They feel like the ocean
The waves come and I run from them
(Repeat 1x)
I still run I still run I still run
I still run
(Repeat 1x)
These feelings that I keep having
Be having me feeling like I'm dragging
I be trying to put the past behind
Pat my self on the back I'm doing just fine
Life sometimes feel like a nursery rhyme
I can still hear it time after time
Then I remember this voice in my head
That said
There is more to you than what people see
And have you heard of jealousy
They get bent out of shape for me being me
But I am one of a kind
Will forever be on someone mind
Mixed emotions
They feel like the ocean
The waves come and I run from them
(Repeat 1x)
I still run I still run I still run
I still run
(Repeat 1x)
People in life
Can be so judgemental
Do the math
See the differential
Love to see you down
Hate to see you up
Comfortability
Will get you stuck
Got to dig your way out
Out the mud we Know what that's about
We cut from different cloths
We can always be a boss
But it come with determination
No matter what you facing
There will be some fakes
That will clap
And in reality treat you like crap
So what do we do
Take the lense see the view
Realize the real from the fake
Gourmet meals on my plate
Filet mignon and the steak
Come here lets share
Real ones will always be there
Mixed emotions
They feel like the ocean
The waves come and I run from them
(Repeat 1x)
I still run I still run I still run
I still run
(Repeat 1x)
Hook
Emotions running through me
No longer care
How people view me
And I start to run
Touch the moon and the sun
I still run I still run I still run
I still run
(Repeat 1x)
Written by : Concetta Hardnett
02/08/2022
Toasted teacakes,parmesan cheese
Croquetted chicken,fricasees;
Apple dumplings,yogurt creamed
Welsh mutton,in pudding,steamed.
Baked Alaska,Banbury cake
Lyons ices with Cadbury flake;
Gorganzola buttered roll
Side salad oil drizzled,in a bowl.
Melba meringue,warm mince pies
Filet mignon,mushrooms and fries;
Sunday roast in dripping jelly
Onions and peppered tripe belly.
Trout poached,not microwaved
Slowly cooked,and no time saved;
Thick fishstock,bouillabaissed
Beefsteak so lightly braised.
Hash browns,sausage,gravy and mash
Casseroled stew or goulash;
Poached,simmered maybe pressure cooked
Tempting meals from Granma's book.
Written By: D. Collins 1/21/26
All that Gangsta talk was hot air in the wind.
He is wearing the kneepads at the very end.
The "framework" has a tenure that is "infinite"..
I guess Greenland wasn't having Trump owning it.
He seems to have had a taste of humble pie.
Macron winking at him with that infected eye.
Served up on the "menu" like filet mignon.
No one is in fear of our bombs and guns.
I love the way Canada's PM bit back.
No sacrificial lamb laid out on a rack.
After a year, I'd thought I never see this.
Where Richey Rich finally got dissed.
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.
Thelo na se pantrefto
wanting and needing often found her
hungry. she'd often find something special
at Dingles Restaurant
a special place that catered to the taste of
strangers, or those who liked
gamey meat, and garlicky breads.
she often had a lot of steaks, tarts and
rice dishes, for a discount, that's why
people often came to get the special.
ask what the chef is eating and you'll probably
find a great deal.
tonight a friend and I are
excited to dine out, I think she's going to
say she'll marry me, so
I asked the chef to
fix something special to go with the bacon and dill? cucumber tarts
I ordered. maybe the pork blade steak with stir-fried vegetables
or maybe some smoked fish and a sour cream tart, or even the
classic fillet mignon with bacon and stuffed potato skins and a cauliflower au gratin.
if she answers yes, I told the chef to send out two small raspberry cakes with champagne. if she answers no Well the gingersnaps will have to do.
Angourie Kai Belken
a regular pie crust
make shells in muffin pan
filling is
1/4 cup of bacon
1&1/4 cup of cream cheese
1/2 teaspoon of cayenne
1 egg yolk
1/4 cup of cucumber ( peeled, seeded, and diced)
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.
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.