Word Wednesday: Magnanimous…

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An Anagramatic Poem

MAGNANIMOUS

Amigo, 

I am 
A gunman
Among
 sin

I am
Amusing

An 
onus 
man

A 
smug 
man

Minus
Ammo

I am an anus

I can only do so much…

A found poem written for my wife who is currently on a bit of a downward spiral, I hope and pray that she doesn’t find herself hospitalized again. Marriage can be challenging, marriage to a very unstable person is even more so. And yet here we are, about to celebrate 10 years married. I pray that there is more than 10 more. I wish she was able to find balance in her head, I deal with my own demons and yet God gives me the grace to lay them aside to be her rock.

Darkness will fall on the city
It seems to follow you too
And though you don't ask for pity
There's nothin' that you can do

A dark light, a darkness never ending
A dark light, the devil gets his due
A dark night, is everywhere descending
A dark light, is coming for you 

Though you may be pure of heart and free of sin
And though you have been chosen to begin
And yet you must be worthy of the prophecy
But seek and you shall find your destiny 

If never I met you
I'd never have seen you cry
If not for our first "Hello"
We'd never have to say goodbye  

Ooh, remember when you smile so bright
Raise my heart up to my throat
Ooh, sure took hard times to drag me down
So darlin' brighten up all of my hopes 

You still matter to me
And that's the only reason I need to get by
You still matter to me, yes you do 

Everybody's got a reason to live, baby
Everybody's got a dream and a hunger inside 

It hurts so much inside, your telling me goodbye
You want to be free
And knowin' that you're gone and leavin' me behind
I gotta make you see, gotta make you see
I gotta make you see
That I still love you, I love you
I really, I really love you, I still love you 

Darkness will fall on the city
a darkness never ending
Though you may be pure of heart and free of sin
I'd never have seen you cry
Raise my heart up to my throat
You still matter to me
Everybody's got a reason to live
I gotta make you see
That I still love you

copyrights: 1974, 1976, 1978, 1981, 1987
Artists: KISS & Peter Criss

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Word Wednesday: Too many unanswered questions…

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When Mom found out she had Cancer, she wailed "Why me ?"
You had no answers to give, although you lessened her pain
by subduing her brain yet she suffered for a bit
When Dad couldn't fight off infection
He gave up
You took him quicker than Mom

Why didn't Mike or Kyle or Joy live to see 21
Why didn't Glenn or Todd or Jose or Kelly live to see 40

Why are some people mauled or shot or burned or chopped ?
Victims of...
Serial Killers
Gangs
Mass shootings/bombings
hate crime
torture
Planes/Trains/Automobile/Boat accidents
drowning
animal attacks
amusement/water park rides
disease
suicide
Why can't we all just die peacefully ?

Or

Why can't we all be survivors ?

I fear the unknown
I fear no longer existing
As a human being
you use emotions
and tastes
and smells
and feelings
you figure things out
as
a spirit
you stay behind and haunt ?
Or become someone's guardian angel ?
I believe in God and an afterlife
but isn't both heaven & hell a bit overcrowded ?
Or because there is no vessel for the spirit
the energy just exists
or does it ?

I have pondered both death and the thought of no longer existing
for decades. 
Will I be reunited with family in the afterlife
or stay with my wife
just writing these words
brings about a terrifying feeling
of 
unanswered questions
questions my therapist suggests should remain as such
I shouldn't dwell on the past 
nor should I fear the future
I should live, in the here and now
if I ever had a life goal
it is that
and to
be grateful
for the life I continue to grow in
and find my purpose

Foodie Friday: Inihaw Filipino BBQ…

https://www.inihawbbq.com/

Omg, not the first tine I have had Filipino food. A former coworkers then husband made it a party and my wife’s cousins huband Chris, would always bring something to a family potluck.

I decided to try the bbq pork skewer (not pictured), panko butterfly shrimp with sweet chili sauce and garlic rice.

Everything was delicious, but the simplicity of fluffy rice with fried garlic was divine. Everything cooked to perfection, I will definitely try more from this place in the future.

The only downside, this being my first time in the restaurant, the owner straight away asked if I was their for a grub hub pick up, when I said “No, Take Out” He seemed annoyed that I stood there looking at the menu. He proceeded to tell me to go over to where the food was to order. When some Filipno customers came in they got the star treatment standing in the same area as me and the guy was all smiles and cordial.

The younger guy there was a lot friendlier and by the smell of the food alone, I tipped well. But the ordering experience annoyed me a bit.

Either way, delicious and worth a trip to North Side Bethlehem, Pa.

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Terrible Poetry Contest- CAT IS FARCE/racist face…

In case anyone wants to join in on the fun hit up Chel’s contest here

Theme: Cultural Appropriation

Form: Triolet

Meow Face, funny face, red face, yellow face, black face😽
All of me, paw me😼
Found humor, in human race as I embrace
Meow Face, funny face, red face, yellow face, black face😽
Mad face, glad face, sad face stare you down with my debase face 😾
Arrogance I guarantee
Meow Face, funny face, red face, yellow face, black face😽
All of me, paw me😼

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Foodie Friday: Poutine…

So there is a local joint that specializes in Poutine, my wife and I tried it few months back at one of their food trucks while finishing our Christmas shopping.

It was really good and quite filling. Where as I got the classic with bacon which was fries, topped with gravy, cheese curds, American or Canadian Bacon (i stuck with American) and scallions.

My wife tried the holiday edition which was the classic topped with stuffing, cranberry sauce and sprouts.

Definitely a worthy treat on a cheat day, I definitely wouldn’t make a habit of eating like this though.

If you ever find yourself visiting South Side Bethlehem, Pa. Give a visit to The Flying V for some authentic poutine…well for a Canadian who married an American to turn it into their own style.

https://www.flyingvpoutinerie.com/

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Pass The Baton Challenge for 2023: The Mystery of the Menagerie…

Hey all I decided to take part in this challenge over in Marla’s World. I am supposed to nominate someone to continue the story after mine.

Is anyone that follows me interested please let me know ASAP by the end of today in the comments

Rules for pass the baton

Putting your name in for consideration so that future nominees can find you

The Mystery of the Menagerie

Exhausted, I yanked the door handle on my locker and yanked it open. Looking inside my locker at my shoes up on the top shelf and my clothes neatly folded at the bottom, I felt too run-down to even begin to change. I thought about laying down on the bench that ran between the lockers for a short nap when I saw the most hideous face reflected back at me on the little magnetized mirror hanging inside. Just as I registered that this could be trouble, I was shoved forward, hitting my face and shoulders into the locker.

Adrenaline rushed through me, and I was suddenly very awake. If he wanted a fight, I was glad to oblige.

I’m not a professional boxer, but I think he thought he could daze me with a sneak attack, and whatever it was that he had wanted wasn’t worth fighting over. So, he took off after only a few minutes.

I looked at myself in the mirror and realized that he had split my lip and it was bleeding pretty badly. I looked down to see if any droplets hit the floor, and I saw a note that my assailant had most likely dropped. Opening it, I read:

“S 24”

That was the locker number right next to me. He must have thought I was using that locker and attacked me because of it. What would be important enough to start a fight over? Marla’s Take

…I plopped back down on the bench and grabbed a towel to stop the bleeding on my lip. Staring at an unlocked locker S 24, my curiosity got the best of me, I opened it. Much to my surprise NOTHING was inside.

“So, what the hell ?!”

I got slammed head first into a locker, why ? I started racking my brain, was I on a machine too long, was I staring at this dude ? I can’t worry about this. I manage to control the bleeding on my lip, but I know I’ll need to get some ice at some point. I got dressed and headed out of the gym to the elevator to the parking garage.

I didn’t see Joe Attitude anywhere. This is not how I wanted to end my day. I got on the elevator and pushed G for the garage, on the descent stopping at floor 5 an older woman got on with me. She scowled in my direction, it was most likely my lip. Stopping again at floor three two young men in black hoodies got on and pushed G. They said something to each other. One of the guys looked back at me and smiled… M’s Take

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Word Wednesday: Dream Journal #9…

I am with my coworker Val at a family gathering of hers. We appear to be romantically involved. When asked about us, Val speaks up to her older kinfolk and says we are dating and plan to marry. I on the other hand start to worry about the consequences. Having to divorce my wife again (I had another dream of the same caliber but with a psycho ex-girlfriend, who at one point tried to run me down with her car in the real world) and then remarry and deal with coworkers who knew my current wife (we met on the job back in 2010) and also know Val.

I could not deal with the anxiety the dream was causing, I woke up in relief that my wife was lying next to me. I grabbed her hands and held them tight.

I eventually drifted off and found myself in another dream where I am naked on the toilet trying to take a crap, when the bathroom door is swung open by the younger 10 yr old version of Val’s daughter Rachel (she is 21 in the the real world). I yell occupied, followed by doesn’t anyone knock !

I wake up.

Surprisingly, I don’t have to go to the bathroom.

PROFOUNDEST QUOTE OF THE DAY…

“You can knock down a tree, but you can’t knock down a stump.”

~Pet Smart Cashier who loved my X-Men Wolverine pin and said he loves Wolverine because he is short like him, then said this quote. Short People United ✊💪!