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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
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 © 2023 Matt “M” Snyder, The Art of M & AProlificPotpourri.Art All Words & Images contained herein cannot be shared or used in any way possible without written consent & notification of the author of this blog
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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
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Kerfuffle Komics: My Panopticon
Words: Tetiana Aleksina copyright 2014
Art: M copyright 2023
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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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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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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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
Putting your name in for consideration so that future nominees can find you
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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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.
“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 ✊💪!
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