Shanon Angermeyer Norman
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Gold, Published Poet at allpoetry.com since 2010. USF Grad, Class 2001.
Currently focusing here in VIVA and Challenges having been ECLECTIC in various communities. Upcoming explorations: ART, BOOK CLUB, FILTHY, PHOTOGRAPHY, and HORROR.
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Strip Dancing as a Calling?
Have you ever been to the ballet? Have you ever seen the Rockettes on Broadway? Have you ever seen the Flamenco Dancers on stage at the Columbia Restaurant in Ybor City? Have you ever seen the Chippendales Male Review? Have you ever been to a strip club? I can answer yes to all of the questions above. I have been watching dancers entertain the masses since I was a child and I'm still in awe of what they do even as I've survived to see my 53rd birthday.
By Shanon Angermeyer Norman2 years ago in Journal
Unrighteous rules keeping the beach from the public
Last night I was restless and had some extra energy. I also had some gas in my now running car so I decided to go to the beach. It was after 9 p.m. but I figured it's summertime and it would be nice to walk on the sand under the moonlight. I had enough money for public parking if there was to be a fee for evening parking. To my discontented surprise, when I got there to Clearwater Beach, the public parking area was closed off and the whole beach area looked like a ghost town. I drove down the boulevard that follows the beach passing hotel after hotel and the quietness and stillness was eery, almost creepy and spooky. Where was everyone in the middle of July?
By Shanon Angermeyer Norman2 years ago in The Swamp
It's Not There Anymore
I can recall the first time I ever went to Clearwater Beach. It was way back in the late 80s when my mother was still driving her cool white Mercury Cougar. We drove all the way from the orange groves of Valrico (a once lovely suburb of Tampa) on what was known as Highway 60 across the Courtney Campbell Causeway bridge straight through to the beach. Then we'd get a table at the closest hotel with a deck for beach viewing, and listen to the steel drums clanging in splendid calypso music as the sun would set, a gorgeous pink cotton candy sky before us. Those were happy times.
By Shanon Angermeyer Norman2 years ago in Wander
The Tiny Diner with Humongous Charm
While Clearwater has seen some restaurants come and go faster than you can spell breakfast, it still has a few greasy spoon diners that really go the extra mile in terms of charm, nostalgia, and just good food at fair prices. Tin Can is one of them. It's the smallest diner that I've ever had the pleasure of enjoying, yet for being so tiny it delivers a humongous amount of joy and satisfaction to me and other fans of this establishment.
By Shanon Angermeyer Norman2 years ago in Feast
A Battle Lost, A Star Supernova
It has been reported by other journalists that on July 13th, 2024, actress Shannen Doherty passed away after losing the battle against breast cancer. I find this to be more important to discuss as a journalist instead of focusing on the Trump assassination attempt and I'll explain why after I give this lovely actress a proper eulogy and remembrance.
By Shanon Angermeyer Norman2 years ago in Humans
Papas New York Diner in Clearwater is worth every penny
Greasy Spoons and the good old fashioned diners are a tribute to the success of family run businesses and the little guy who hasn't gone national and corporate. I love these places. I love that I can go to Papas New York Diner in the middle of the night and sit in a pleather booth and eat eggs and bacon with a cup of coffee. I love that it's got a style all to itself. I love that the servers and cooks there don't have to follow robotic guidelines, but share with me their personalities.
By Shanon Angermeyer Norman2 years ago in Feast
Why Yeatman's G-force was not what we wanted
I don't know if you saw the Disney/Yeatman version of G-Force with the hamsters, but I didn't and I'm still glad that it has a 22% on Rotten Tomatoes. I was so upset when they came out with a movie using the G-Force title and instead of writing a great story for the original vision brought to us in 1978 from David Hanson and Hisayuki Toriumi, they changed the whole thing and made it about hamsters. Ugh. Why God? Why? They had a 150 million dollar budget to work with, and that's what they did? Ugh. Why God? Why?
By Shanon Angermeyer Norman2 years ago in Geeks
The One That Started It All
We often think of Disney and Disney World when someone mentions the story of "Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs". However, this story was a book before Disney magic brought it to cinema and before it became "the one that started it all". When we look at the movie compared to modern theater these days, it seems so antiquated and outdated. Yet the music and artistry of the original Disney film is beyond classic and beautiful. Many minds were affected by this film and story. More so, the story as it resonates deeply in the subconscious mind.
By Shanon Angermeyer Norman2 years ago in Geeks
Subconsciously "Beauty and the Beast" motivates women in romance. AI-Generated.
I've been like Belle from "Beauty and the Beast" - the good girl who has a taste for the bad boy. That's really what "Beauty and the Beast" is all about. It's not just some musical animated by Disney to make little kids happy. It's a deep story about love overcoming darkness. It's actually a very Christian theme, but it's written to be a romance. Deep, deep in the subconscious of many Christian women is this longing to be the "Belle" that can transform the heart of a beast. Realistically and maturely, we know, men don't change and they don't want to change for a woman. Yet if you see a good girl going crazy about a bad boy, just know, she's "Belling" it. She's got her heart set on a Christian romantic project or experiment to see if she's got what it takes to change the man. It's a "tale as old as time" as the song goes.
By Shanon Angermeyer Norman2 years ago in Geeks
Four modern movies that touch on the Cinderella theme
It doesn't matter if you are a Disney fan or not. It doesn't even matter if you like the story of Cinderella or if you've never even heard of it or seen her castle. The idea, that a poor girl can marry a rich guy and live happily ever after is a central idea in American romance and is deeply rooted in feminine ideology. It is why women cry at weddings. It is why women gasp at wedding dresses and open ring boxes. It is why men who attempt at being romantic get down on their knees to propose, or plan some memorable way of popping the question.
By Shanon Angermeyer Norman2 years ago in Geeks
Inside and Outside
Inside, the walls make me feel crowded. I bump into them sometimes. I bump into furniture. Everything seems crowded. The doors seem useless and pointless. The fitted sheets are thrown into a bag because I can't fold them perfectly. There's stuff, little stuff of everything and nothing, everywhere like they are all homeless. Like nothing here has a real home, or a real place to belong. Just thrown in like they don't matter. The sound of the howling air conditioner is nonstop, my best friend and my worst enemy. It howls louder than a wolf, a song of "you need me, but you hate me" and the water drops say "You'd rather be swimming" in a mocking way. The floor, white tile, I sweep almost daily, swiffer or mop, it doesn't matter. It's pointless because the clean look doesn't even last one day. Not even one full 24 hour period. There's always something on the floor to make it look dirty, especially the crawling roaches that even the cat ignores. There is no smell. No smell from good cooking, or insence burning, or a fire in the fireplace, or fresh laundry from all the clothes I've folded. No smell at all, not even from the cigarettes I smoke. It's stale and cold like a hospital. Intruders have attacked, the roaches, the bees, the dirt. It's a constant territorial battle that I have to fight when nothing seems mine at all. Nothing but the chairs that I save out of the dumpster, that I sit it too long --- alone listening to the howling air conditioner --- and talking to the robots online. My legs turning into ice that feels like their going to crack into shards.
By Shanon Angermeyer Norman2 years ago in Poets
