Tenderloin Poems | Examples

My Father's Instructions: Cooking Filet Mignon

Have it
At room 
Temperature
Before cooking.

No marinade.
Just coarse salt
And pepper.

Hot heavy pan
Medium to high heat.
Flip when seared.

Dark brown.
Lower heat.

Lotsa butter,
Mushrooms,
Chopped shallots,
Drops of 
Lee and Perrins.
Squirt of lemon &
Dash of parsley
At the end.

Have a warm plate.
Drop it all from the pan.
Keep plate 
On low warm.
Let it sit for 20min.

Tenderloin is delicate.

The Tenderloin

I’ve lived up 
till now
with my thumb
in life’s eye
In reckless
abandon
I shucked
and I jived

No virgin
was safe
no harlot
denied
The wages
of sin
my fortune
— allied

(Dreamsleep: October, 2024)

Kriegspiel

Knight to Queen’s Bishop three.
Knight to King’s Bishop six.
A long, thoughtful pause
Then a bloody melee 
With all the usual pawns
Being slaughtered en passant.
The players consent to chop wood
Till Black strikes with his Rook 
And thrusts an Arabian Mate
Past the Pale Queen’s tenderloin
Once her King had abandoned his castle
And found he’d gained no compensation.
Sleepers awake from baroque contemplations
Plucking G strings to a whiter shade
Of whatever fair Caïssa
Chooses to wear the day she weds.
It’s the way the game is played.

A Visit To Contradiction Cafe

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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09/09/21

Tenderized

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.

I Did Not Play the Game Right

What is your philosophy on Dali?
I love him. Let’s have a tenderloin.
Actually, I wanted to have a brainy discussion of some sort.
I wanted to use some elongated, snobbish words on you first.

I begin twirling about, refusing to spend one more time on a bench.
I am dancing a Scottish Reel, yelling words that might be Scottish.
Heck, they might be Russian or Mexican for all I know.
I am low-brow, and glad of it.

He runs off, screaming, for I did not play the game right.
The art of dating. 
Never got it.
Never will….

The Chopsquirrley Restaurant

Welcome she said with a chopsquirrely grin.
I was entranced, and enthralled, and I quickly ran in.
We have puddings, cakes, omelets, hamburgers too.
What can we bring little ‘ole you?

Immediately at ease, I looked around at their chrome.
The restaurant was spotless, and I felt quite at home. 
Tenderloin and fries, I told this beauty with a wink.
Having no idea what was back in the back in the sink.

For they chopsquirrel you here, when you do not suspect
They are creeping up behind you with an axe at your neck.
They knock you out senseless with the very first blow.
Now I know why this is a restaurant where others don’t go….

Culinary Sonnet

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!

A Man Who Knows My Taste

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.

Still Empty In the Stomach

Hotdogs without the skin is like unrequited love,
all sorts with no where to put it.

Bravery pig with no city to save,
chopped liver makes it the same.

Beef tenderloin
and it followed the stretch to the fryer.

Medium rare 
like it should be
but still not what it requires.

My Favorite Food For Christmas Is Beef Tenderloin-Contest

Beef Tenderloin

Savoring center cut with drippings of Santa's ripened sauce


Written: November 15, 2015
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich

Masquerading

Poet:  Ken Jordan
Poem:  Masquerading 
Edited by:  Sparkle Jordan
written:  November/2014


There you 
are
Mr. Williams,
Sir.

I have
to
compliment 

your taste
in
clothes.

You are
the
"best dress"
man,

down here
in
the Tenderloin -

where 
everybody
is

hustling 
to
survive -

Know one 
living 
down here,

can 
afford your 
style -

You always
look 
casket sharp,

in
your suits
and
Stacey Adam
shoes.

Why ,
if I had'n 
ever 

seen you
before
Sir -

I'd
say you
where

a professor 
of
sorts.

Mr Williams,
Sir,

you are
the
coolest cat,

down here
in
the
Tenderloin -

Holiday Baking

Chocolate snowballs, apple crisp,
fudge and brownies too.
It's that time of year again
when only homemade will do.

Apple pecan stuffing,
a treat to go with pork.
The tenderloin so perfect
you can cut it with a fork.

There's a streusel coffee cake
I've been making most of my life.
Once again it's time to sharpen
my best chopping knife..

I spend eleven months a year
trying not to  cook
but come December out I drag
my favourite recipes book.

The list goes on forever;
muffins, cookies, pies.
I turn into Julia Child
right before your eyes.

Chocolate snowballs, apple crisp,
fudge and brownies too.
Enough to feed an army
or maybe even two.

Millie's Drive-In

Millie's drive-in was place
to go for best tenderloin sandwich
in Des Moines, or any place as far as that goes.

Back in the Fifties and Sixies,
if you were anyone at all,
during the summer months
and weekends you were,

seen there with your
buddies or a girl friend,
service there was A-1.

If you ever watched
the TV show Happy
days,

you get an idea of
what Millie's drive-in
was like.

Their tenderloins
melted in your mouth
and left a taste that 
lasted a long time.

Sometime ago Millie's
closed down, with
my youth went with it.

Goodbye Millie's
it was nice memories
you left us, so sad,
that your gone.

wrote 8-6-08

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