Long Tenderloin Poems
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Lenten Fry day is a nice day for fish
Witch was Peter’s holiest wish
They came from all around
When they heard that faith full sound
Into the net they swam without worry or a frown
During this biblical turf war battle
In the desert without any cattle
Peter made a nice dime
Using a fishing pole and a good line
This was the almighty’s will
Giving Peter this type of skill
Using bait and rod
The underwater cuisine was a message from God
Back on land
In the region filled with heat and sand
The tension continued to worsen
And Peter still made a fishing fortune
It was the Romans who were threaten
Thinking this small group of gypsies were out to get them
Success for those who thought they were blessed
Might have been the reason the Romans decided to go through with the arrest.
As we celebrate lent
Without repent that only breeds individuals to resent
Let us remember those few who stood tall
When the Romans out of control egos made the deadly call
Making our pioneer leaders to state our Messiah took the fall
Due to the Romans power play law
Every Friday during this spiritual time
When you gather with the need to dine
Make a sacrifice of that tenderloin that has a price
And enjoy the seafood
That was God’s instrument and tool
Saturday hour will come
And it will be all right to grill the steak rare or well done
But if you take one day to say no to the meat
Then allow Saint Pete to offer the treat
That delectable T Bone spending Saturday Night on your dish
Will be as wonderful as that Lenten Fry day fish
As the tenderizing tenderloin rub his meat.
The antibiotics circulated through his veins
ran down beneath his feet. The taste is off
but memorizing my mouth, as I swallow his
flavors I began to have doubts.
Marinating over night with different flavors,
as he leaves the fridge I lay to rest. I
overshadowed the instructions to meat the end,
I grab the brush to serenade the mood.
I rub down the kinks.
He's at his peak, as the aroma sets in; my mouth
waters as his meats slides In. The juices are
warm as I expected the timer has one second.
I climax as the time vibrates to the
end I enjoy every bite until the very end.
I tenderize that meat well that day.
Repast for June 13th, 2020...
(and countless provender
scores of years gone by)...
to partake larding refrigerator cupboards
think respectable food vendor.
Courtesy Montgomery County
(Pennsylvania) Assistance Office in general
and Electronic Benefit Transfer
(EBT) card in particular.
Yes, I (a mere tenderloin) reckonize
a long overdue thank you
wouldrequiremorethanone breath whew
but a clear and
distinct preference necessitates
easy to read and understand view
versus merely typing gobbledygook,
which would invite
yours truly typing Urdu
(which language I know
absolutely nothing about... true)
but lack of familiarity
never stopped me stew
wing anonymous readers
with ire, now I rue
men hate, yepper after
forcing anonymous readers
to wade, née (nearly drown)
into thicket of quo
titty yen verbiage, invariable
coming across as po
i.e. half assed poet,
whose self impressive smugness
amounted to diddly squat,
thee immediate answer
obviously, an emphatic,
Italic, unchic... "NO"
quite surprised if
"PLEASE SIR, I WANT MO!"
your unequivocal response,
which counter reply "LO
AND BEHOLD" would
casually follow suit ya know,
cuz all kidding aside,
yours truly (me), an average Joe
King garden variety,
and generic bot ready
for thee to interview
me, ultimately, preferably,
and ideally hue
not linkedin to
those awful *****sapiens
though... as a baby going goo
goo gaga, they seem
exclusive as Fontainebleau
(Area: 66.43 mi²)
regarding comprehending et tu
probably agree, that babies
create an abundance of do do
unapproachable as motley crew
who stoically man/woman
aforementioned French town
southeast of Paris where
sun shines every day,
and sky always blue.
(buzzfeeding, kickstarting, needling darn noggin)
An effort to recall word, phrase,
musician... indigenous tribe...
most frustrating literary
endeavor to das scribe
aggravating enough to sub
bourbon spur teetotaler to imbibe
and/or nsync, whereby soul searching
devil's advocate demands bribe.
Lil brokeback Engelbert Humperdinck
(born Arnold George Dorsey) bent edict coercion
(think sexual mores)
scaring stripes off blushing zebra
bunched unencumbered vice pliable straw
aforementioned pablum admittedly "fake"
birthed within cerebral tenderloin
of impractical joker,
whereby fifty plus shades
of gray matter (mine)
chafed and rubbed raw
prevarication playfully did overdraw
and tax poetic license writ courtesy this paw
poor putz offal declension
sprouted within mum maw
noun tent to verb (bull eyes - red) to draw
flak, but merely to harmlessly entertain
so accept apologies (mine)
verses calling strong (lanced) arm of law.
I (garden variety poetaster) reckon fair game
media personalities grist for rumor mill, though lame
explanation given (funny first and surname)
adopted by supposed "finest middle-of-the-road
balladeers around," who co opted his stage name
from authentic Engelbert Humperdinck; selfsame
prodigy circa 1 September 1854 –
27 September 1921
German composer, who wrote, I gently exclaim
the opera Hansel and Gretel - a Grimm fairytale
actually frightful saga - read countless times
setting me boyhood imagination aflame
with mailer daemons, who haunted dreams
(mine) 'course in retrospect material tame
compared/contrasted with current pandemic
analogous as if mother Earth -
a metaphorical dame
experiencing long overdue reprieve, cuz shame
on *****sapiens belching pollutants
at any price to garner fortune and fame.
I ordered an iced tea but I want coffee now because I am chilling
I ordered a hamburger but Joe’s tenderloin is looking ten times better
We cut our sandwiches in two and both halves are wonderfully filling
I am warming up thanks to him being smart enough to bring a sweater
A waitress just passed us carrying an enormous piece of coconut cake
I thought I could not even look at another bit of food until she walked by
My traitorous taste buds start lighting up, they laugh, shimmer and shake.
One more thing my husband tells her a piece of that cake we will buy
It is wonderful to eat out with a man who knows your taste in food
A husband who understands your habits better than others can
I leave the delicious diner in a happy fancy prance-y eating mood
I think I will keep my crystal ball kind of understanding sharing man.
I, (and the missus)
pleased as punch residing
at this Schwenksville, Pennsylvania locale,
(since july first tooth house
sand eighteen), marks one year
and better with (on site
service) wash and wear,
but most irrefutable attraction
comprises rental assistance,
when upon the merry month of May
first, the dollar figure outlay
to occupy a single bedroom
(at this low cost
housing facility) didst veer
dramatically downward
from an initial charge,
sans five hundred, and seventy two unswear
able legal tenderloin monies,
per twelfth of Gregorian Calendar,
when aye didst tear
away the page signaling June,
thine checking account reduced sheer
lee no misprint (to win unbelievably
rosy, piddly, and giddy)
one hundred and seventy
seven buck a roos,
yet lesser benefits appended, asper
this bucolic, diatonic,
and harmonic rear
opportunity to espy
white tailed non *****
yule less doe ting mama
belonging to Cervidae family app pear
ring to take shelter in a narrow
(sunset) strip somewhat near
enough from mine
inside perch oblivious
to this mad capped (Alfred E. Neuman),
who whiz stumping for elections midyear
essentially to reinstate
"FAKE" King Crimson Lear
on the throne,
who strongly objects to killdeer
for eats or sport,
and silences those hood jeer
his reverence toward gentle creatures
including near extinct albino blushing zebra,
hooves warp and weave interlinear
within said (postage size
token) plot here ~ 1+ hectare
secluded upon a tract
off the beaten commercial
domain and glare
with suburban sprawl,
a hop, skip and jump fair
lee quickly disappearing
"in the name of progress"
though vanishing wild
life eyes find endear
ring, though thine psyche
wracked with despair
no matter ample (spacious
free) parking, a clear
bonus as well un
limited water usage
and to top off the list donated
up for grabs non-sellable (stales) breads,
cakes, fruits, vegetables
about twice a week doth appear.
They tease people
and undermine relationships
they thinks it's cute
always at odds
making things difficult for the people
it aint cute
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The Savants shall warn the people
of the wierds of many
they shall sppeak salvation
and will couple to be unioned
we shall not recognize there togetherness
and there unions shall be frowned upon.
Exactio Malo and Femalo's
spoke the feathered Savant
as all clapped and cheered.
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Then the day came when the aspiring People wished to marry
and the Savants laughed at there desire to
do so.
It was aparent that they were
to tease these people.
And the members of the resistance began cursing and circling
calling the elders needless and useless
they throw nuts and fruits
at them and lored them into the caves
tthere they put up a fence around the cave.
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"I Lived 10 Months with Savages"
By Calli Comeanie
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Prime Rib and Tenderloin
Their reserved table was already in use
and their solid chair backs were so loose
This refined gentleman diner felt quite rough
as his tenderloin steak was extremely tough
His wife’s jumbo shrimp portion’s so small
maybe the huge serving plate’s their downfall
Her hot chocolate fudge sundae was served cold
and though fresh, there were flecks of green mold
She’s complimentary about the poor food
although the charming waitress is terribly rude
The couple said they’d never come back again
then immediately booked for a party of ten!
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Figs stuffed with proscuitto and mascarpone cheese,
a plate of bacon wrapped scallops and pineapple.
French onion soup is bound to please
or garlic steamed mussels with which to grapple.
Artichoke hearts smothered in sherried cream;
pears with sugar and cinnamon in butter sauteed;
pork tenderloin medallions make a demi-glaced dream
while crisped lyonnaised potatoes are made.
Now with a sip of Pouilly-Fuisse'
tastes flush the palate like a gourmet concert.
A toast to good friends on this wonderful day
as ice wine chills to serve with dessert.
A plate of old fashioned Bananas Foster-
perhaps in the morning, eggs benedict with lobster!
Ah at last camaraderie restored within the Oval Office!
Whew... now with president er... Chief
tenderloin hoof and mouth
knick knack paddywhack shah row'n nah
diseased Trumpen proletariat -
ever so..., (think huck Cain Abel) -
phloem with his tree men diss
anti semitic, biased,
cutthroat dagger type bull leaf
eager, ready and willing
to give Democrats endless good grief,
(a substantial Casanova chock full
of McDonald's fast food beef),
that wily rotten thief
(machiavellian hedonistic commander
with playboy special penchant
to lend wind blow dried hair courtesy queef),
his princely (Jared jarhead) reign no end,
(I reckon at least bajillion years) in sight,
yours truly breathes deep sigh of relief
the meritocratically jaded, general electorate,
who try bringing good things to life - reef
fur to moost recent impeachment acquittal
asthma tongue in cheek persiflage leitmotif.
All Joe king ass hide, I really dread
locked worst case forty sixth oaf with
absolute zero governmental effective cred,
which scariest horror story scenario...
unfathomable, incomprehensible, amenable
to coon sitter seriously joining grateful dead
volunteering bon voyage euthanasia led
by tried and true straight
and narrow grim reaper
me more than willing
to enlist underground
grassroots movement instead
populated courtesy dark shadows
lovely numbskulls and crossbones
think Zombies patrolling
devoid of talking head,
nonetheless not frightening compared
to heir apparent of Fred,
whose real estate Mogul prodigal son
on warpath to shred
life, liberty and pursuit of happiness
no matter *****sapiens
turning planet Earth,
wind and fire more'n politically blood red!