Mastery


ANAGRAM MASTERY ON DISPLAY

 

MAY A SINGLE ART DROP AS MANY
PLAIN ART AMY ? A GRAND MESS, YO
AMY’S REPLY: MO’ ARTS AND AGAIN
I PASS ARTY NOMAD ANGEL ARMY
MANY PRAY STAR’S MAIDEN GOAL
GOD IN A NAME: MARY’S PLAYSTAR
MY ANAL MIRAGE ON SYD SPARTA
ANGELS AIM, ROMAN PARTY DAYS
O’ AN ANGEL’S AIM MAY DRY PARTS
A SAD POEM ANALYST MARRYING
GAY DEMONS PRAY MAIN ALTARS
STOP MY ANAL MARRIAGE ADS?  Y/N
AN EASY STING MAY DROP MARLA…
MARY P. IS A NASTY OLD MANAGER
MARGARET’S SON: MAIN PLAYDAY
MARGARET, I ONLY PAY ASS. DAMN!
NO. SAD MARGARET MAINLY PAYS
LADY MARGARET, MY ASS. NO PAIN!
MY ORGASM DATA— I NEARLY SNAP
SARA, MY LADY-MAN PART IS GONE
MAN LAYS GRANDMA POSE (TRY A.I.)
TEARS: I PAY MY GRANDMA’S LOAN
MY OIL AND MY GAS, PA (TEARS RAN)
IRAN’S PETROL…A-A-AND GAS— MY, MY
TONY AND I SLAM MY PEARS.  AARG !
PARAGLIDE ON,  MY NASA SMARTY
GOD’S SAME RAY PARTLY IN A MAN
O’ AN ANGEL’S AIM MAY DRY PARTS
A DRY PANTIES GAL, MYRA MOANS
TRY MY MASSAGE OIL AND PRANA
AM SO GLAD MY PANTIES RAN, RAY
MAN RAY IS PARTLY A GOD’S NAME
MANY MANY ALTARS PRAISE GOD
RAY, SAME LATIN MAN, PRAYS GOD
MAYOR DATING A MALE SNAPS: ROY !
PARTY’S MAIN MALADY RAGES ON
AM SO GLAD MY A-PARTIES RAN N.Y.
MARY’S SLIT: RAGE, MOAN AND PAY
MARY, A GODLY NAME (ASS IN PART)
TARRY AND MASSAGE MY OL’ PAIN
AN ORGASM; MAY I STAND PEARLY?
SISTER MARY: A DAMN NO-PAY GAL
AS LADY MARY’S MAIN PART GONE…
MISTER DAY-GLO AS MARYANNA P.
OR MAN MAY RAPE; LAST DAY SIGN
YON MAN SLIPS MARGARET A DAY
A MAN’S LIPS ON MARGARET D…YAY!
MARGARET D’S MAN: PLAY ON, I SAY
MAN SIPS MARGARET A DAY ONLY
SAME DAY PARTLY IN AN ORGASM
MANY A DAY ON MARGARET’S LIPS
I SPY MAN ART GALORE (MANY SAD)
A MADLY INSANE ORGASM PARTY
MAD PARTY: SLAY OR MANAGE  SIN
A  N. MAINE ORGASM PARTY, SADLY…
ORGANISM DATA: MY EARLY  NAPS
A NAP. . . AY, MADAM RESTS IN GLORY
A GROAN; MAN PAYS MY LAST RIDE
MY RAP TEAM SINGS ANY OLD ARA
A.A. ARYAN PESTS MAINLY GO MAD
RAID A MYSTERY MASON PLAN, A.G.
SO, A GRIM MASTER PLAN ANY DAY
AS GRIM A MYSTERY: A.D. ON A PLAN
ROMAN MASS AID PENALTY GARY
A GLORY NAMED IN A MASS PARTY
ROMAN GIRL MEANT PAYDAY ASS
ANNA S, MY A.M. GLORY, DIES APART
ANY MAN’S GLORY DEPARTS. I AM A—
MAINLY E-ORGASM AND A PASTRY
A GRAND MYSTERY: A SLAP, I MOAN
AND PI (π) AT MANY EARLY ORGASMS
LEOPARD MAY TRAIN GAY S.S. MAN
LION ATE MY ARM AND PAY GRASS
RATE MY LADY ORGASMS AN’ PAIN
STARRY IMAGES ON MY LAP. NADA
PAINT MY ARM AND ASS GRAY ¡OLE!
TRY L-Y RANGE SPAN  ¡ADIOS MAMA!
ANY MAN AIMS. A GLORY DEPARTS…
SLAP MY STAR DIAGRAM ANYONE?
MERMAID PLAYS A NASTY ORGAN
STRAY PENIS:  GRAY LAD…NO MAMA
STAY A LADY: NO PENIS— GRAMMAR!
GIRL EATS ROMAN MAN’S PAYDAY
MY ASTRAL SIDE: NO PAY MANAGR
MY MASSAGE OIL PAN AND TRAY, R.
A GOLD TAN,  SAYS MY REPAIRMAN
PANTIES: MYRA, GLADYS, RAMONA
TAN ROMAN GIRL’S PAYDAY SEAM
A ROMAN GIRL SPENT A DAY AS MY
MARRIAGE ANALYST ON MY PADS
ANY MAELSTROM IS A GRAND PAY
OR ANGELA SAID MY MARY PANTS
AN ORGASM REPLAY; NASTY MAID
ROMAN GIRLS SAY: MAN PAY DATE
NARY A GOAT MAIDEN PLAYS MRS.
MANY LATE-DAY ORGANISMS RAP
ALAS, POETRY AND RAM MAY SING
PS: GOATS RARELY MAN ANY MAID

 

If  you can come up with some novel anagrams
based on the 23 letters given, post in the comments.

I came up with these without A.I. cyber-help… 

But I did check them HERE

 

The Titus Tease

The wokeness is so deep: they’re sleeping.
Clueless legions are on the march . . .
Ignorance has Wisdom weeping;
The wokeness is so deep they’re sleeping
Through the harvest, and the reaping.
Behold the view from Titus’s arch:
The wokeness is so deep they’re sleeping—
Clueless legions are on the march.

After these things Paul departed from Athens, and came to Corinth;
And found a certain Jew named Aquila, born in Pontus, lately come from Italy, with his wife Priscilla;
(because that Claudius had commanded all Jews to depart from Rome:) and came unto them.
Acts 18:1,2

Sworn to kill the Church (or at least forestall),
Reviling Jesus, Christians, and Saint Paul,
The Pharisees finally blow their cover.
Things in Rome are starting to boil over;
Vesuvian rumblings portend Pompeii . . .
Judah await their Messianic day—
       But Claudius plans to expel all Jews . . .

Hateful superstitions cloud their views:
Torah with Talmud their rabbis confuse.
Not-so-Abrahamic agitation
Fails again to unify the nation;
Waiting for Moses/Elijah/David
Some expectations are waxing fervid
       And Claudius moves to disperse the Jews.

Zionist riots make the nightly news
Every Roman synagogue now must choose:
Goyim government tells them to desist—
Caesar demands incense—and some resist.
For subversion (or just causing trouble)
Imperial power rewards them double.
       Meanwhile, Claudius expels the Jews.

Failing empire demands what saints refuse;
They wait for Babylon to pay her dues . . .
Forced to pack up and leave, all Israel flees.
No plagues, no Passover, no exit fees.
Like Lot, they had to leave in a hurry;
Enriched by God in interest, gold and worry.
       Now why would Claudius banish all the Jews?

Stand historically in Josephus’ shoes.
Rabbi’s babble on while Rome’s legions lose . . .
Empires die. It’s agonizingly slow.
You think it happened suddenly—but no.
In retrospect, not different from today.
And History will have the final say:
       Why then did Claudius expel the Jews?