Anagrammy Placegetters for November 2018

All the highly-placed anagrams from the November 2018 Anagrammy Awards.

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THE GENERAL CATEGORY

1st - Julian Lofts with:
Rightwing populists =
Gringos with pulpits.

2nd - Rick Rothstein with:
Those politicians =
Is ethics optional?

3rd - Ellie Dent with:
Wept to hear ~
the war poet.

THE ENTERTAINMENT CATEGORY

1st - Julian Lofts with:
Michelle Obama writes ~
a swell memoir, I betcha!

2nd - Valery Silivanov with:
Vladimir Nabokov's 'Lolita' =
Still an amoral, vivid book.

3rd - Adie Pena with:
Bryan Singer's latest film "Bohemian Rhapsody" =
As boys masterly perform in a hit English band.

THE TOPICAL CATEGORY

1st - Mike Mesterton-Gibbons with:
Romaine lettuce =
E. coli menu treat.

THE PEOPLES NAMES CATEGORY

1st - Julian Lofts with:
The Saudi Prince Mohammed bin Salman ~
dismembers a loathed man in much pain.

THE OTHER NAMES CATEGORY

1st - Meyran Kraus with:
The popular social platform Twitter = It helps Trump write a lot (a LOT!) of crap.

2nd - Phil Carmody with:
United States of America =
Certified to amuse Satan!

3rd - John Ramos with:
The Saudis ~
had U.S. ties.

2nd - Tony Crafter with:
The World's Wealthiest Dead Celebrities
Top three:
1. Michael Joseph Jackson
2. Elvis Aaron Presley
3. Charles Monroe Schulz
=
1. Creepy 'thriller' or helpless man-child?
2. The swiveller oozed class
3. Job? Was a cartoonist. Rich? He made Peanuts.(See the joke?!)

3rd - Ellie Dent with:
I asked my daughter, Anna Beth if she had seen my newspaper recently. She sighed, "Oh Dad, newspapers are totally, SO old school."
~
"Why?" I asked. "Progress. People generally use their tablets nowadays." She handed me her iPad. And SMASH ... the fly stood NO chance.

2nd - Tony Crafter with:
"And of my weeping something had been left, Which must die now. I mean the truth untold, The pity of war, the pity war distilled. -- Wilfred Owen"
=

Men, who fought blindly
Wallowing in mud
In wet, rat-infested trenches

The dead
The widowed
The futility

I wear this poppy
For them

Amen

3rd - Christopher Sturdy with:
And of my weeping something had been left,
Which must die now. I mean the truth untold,
The pity of war, the pity war distilled.
Wilfred Owen
=
"He died with honour STOP"

The telegram I send:
Why I'm not fit -
It affected my friend
With gun and bullet;
We hope war may end,
When will it? STOP

THE LONG CATEGORY

1st - Meyran Kraus with:
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THE SPECIAL CATEGORY

1st - Meyran Kraus with:
The Grave of Keats by Oscar Wilde

Rid of the world's injustice, and his pain,
He rests at last beneath God's veil of blue;
Taken from life when life and love were new
The youngest of the martyrs here is lain,
Fair as Sebastian, and as early slain.
No cypress shades his grave, no funeral yew,
But gentle violets weeping with the dew
Weave on his bones an ever-blossoming chain.
O proudest heart that broke for misery!
O sweetest lips since those of Mitylene!
O poet-painter of our English Land!
Thy name was writ in water - it shall stand;
And tears like mine will keep thy memory green,
As Isabella did her Basil-tree.

=
About the Great Skill of the Late Leviathan

Below this finished jewel is silver dust.
Below this vase - these piles of ashen clay.
Brash pens will harness an inventive lust
By arrogantly spewing ink away.
There really is one toll for making sure
An error in your stuff will not be traced,
Or being adamant that Whole stayed pure:
A finer fashion makes a lot of waste.
Yet one bard's system of devising gems
Will keep those prior pieces, one by one;
If we transpose each shred we find in them,
We're awed to see, when it's all said and done,
There is no letter he ignored or missed
In each verse by the anagrammatist.

2nd - Meyran Kraus with:
> Bohemian Rhapsody
>
> (Lyrics By Freddie Mercury
> Performed By Queen)
>
> Is this the real life?
> Is this just fantasy?
> Caught in a landslide,
> No escape from reality.
> Open your eyes,
> Look up to the skies and see...
> I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy
> Because I'm easy come, easy go,
> Little high, little low.
> Any way the wind blows
> Doesn't really matter to me,
> To me.
>
> Mama,
> Just killed a man.
> Put a gun against his head
> Pulled my trigger, now he's dead.
> Mama,
> Life had just begun
> But now I've gone and thrown it all away.
> Mama, ooh!
> Didn't mean to make you cry.
> If I'm not back again this time tomorrow,
> Carry on, carry on
> As if nothing really matters.
>
> Too late,
> My time has come.
> Sends shivers down my spine,
> Body's aching all the time.
> Goodbye, everybody,
> I've got to go;
> Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth.
> Mama, ooh! (Any way the wind blows...)
> I don't want to die.
> I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all...
>
> [Guitar Solo]
>
> I see a little silhouetto of a man.
> Scaramouche, Scaramouche, will you do the Fandango?
> Thunderbolt and lightning,
> Very, very fright'ning me!
> Galileo! Galileo! Galileo! Galileo!
> Galileo Figaro Magnifico...
> I'm just a poor boy, nobody loves me.
> He's just a poor boy from a poor family.
> Spare him his life from this monstrosity!
> Easy come, easy go,
> Will you let me go?
> Bismillah! No, we will not let you go! (Let him go!)
> Bismillah! We will not let you go! (Let him go!)
> Bismillah! We will not let you go! (Let me go!)
> Will not let you go! (Let me go!)
> Will not let you go,
> Never, never, never, never let me go!
> No, no, no, no, no, no, no!
> Oh mamma mia, mamma mia,
> Mamma mia, let me go!
> Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me,
> For me,
> For ME!!!
>
> So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye?
> So you think you can love me and leave me to die?
> Oh baby,
> Can't do this to me, baby!
> Just gotta get out,
> Just gotta get right outta here!
>
> Ooh, ooh yeah, ooh yeah...
>
> [Guitar Solo]
>
> Nothing really matters,
> Anyone can see.
> Nothing really matters,
> Nothing really matters to me.
> Any way the wind blows...
>
> [Gong Sound]
>
> =
>
> The Trumpian Melody
>
> Is this a mean lie?
> What ganja did I smoke?
> Won in a landslide,
> But I only ran as a joke.
> Bought all my lies
> Because you hate Hillary...
> I am a rich heir, everyone points at me
> Then they say "Is he dumb? Is he slow?
> Smallish hands, small below."
> Any way this ends blows -
> Legacy won't matter to me,
> To me.
>
> MAGA,
> My team wrote that.
> Took a hat and dyed it red
> To put on my empty head.
> MAGA,
> Since we once were great,
> But now we've gone and flushed it down the drain.
> MAGA, ooh!
> Doesn't mean that much at all,
> But if I yell it, quite a lot of nutjobs
> Cheer me on, cheer me on -
> No, the truth no longer matters.
>
> Too late
> To change your mind.
> You were broke and naive,
> Now I'll never ever leave.
> Goodbye, Constitution,
> You've got to go;
> Gotta mess you up to please the NRA.
> MAGA, ooh! (Any way this ends blows...)
> Listen to my bile -
> If you get bored, I'll tell you I'm building walls...
>
> [Fearmongering Solo]
>
> Spicer is hiding in my bushes yet again -
> Scaramooch! Scaramooch! Do this job for ten days now!
> CNN and Biden
> Really really frighten me!
> Mar-a-Lago! Mar-a-Lago! I'll just hop to Mar-a-Lago!
> Mar-a-Lago here I go - and then I'll golf!
> I am so moody, no ally likes me.
> I am the head boy in my big company -
> I hire toadies and love loyalty!
> Is it yes? Is it no?
> If it's no, you go.
> Bye Comey! You ain't loyal, time to go. Let him go!
> Bye Bannon! You hate me, time to go. Let him go!
> Melania! You I will not let go. (Let me go!)
> All the others, go. Let them go!
> Everyone, just go -
> Save for slimy, oily bully Kavanaugh!
> I need you all to go, go, go!
> Oh Mommy Russia, Mommy Russia -
> Mommy Russia, help me out!
> Bob Mueller got some informer who has dirt on me,
> On me:
> STORMY!!!
>
> Oh, you'll put me in jail if I'm Putin's dim spy?
> It won't happen if earnings in Wall Street are high!
> Covfefe!!!
> ... Why did I type "Covfefe"?!
> I gotta feel love -
> Go organize rallies for me!
>
> Ooh, good boy, Kanye...
>
> [Five A.M. Tweeting Solo]
>
> Global doom won't matter,
> Or democracy,
> Just that I get fatter -
> No one even matters but me.
> Any way this ends blows...
>
> [Nuclear Blast]
>

3rd - Adie Pena with:
NOVEMBER 6
by David Lehman

Remember when Khrushchev said
"We will bury you!"
on the cover
of Time
I thought he was
employing a metaphor
as in "Braves Scalp Giants!"
on the back page
of the Daily News
I pictured the Russians
burying us under a mound
of all the rubble
that rubles could buy
when what he meant was
he had come not to praise Caesar
but to bury him

=

NOVEMBER 6

Your White House was the daily inferno;
Blabber erupts like a rush hour volcano!

Your high hand hogwash is so destructive,
Debased watchmen drawn by hate so repulsive.

A sycophancy faithfully making them numb,
Midterm elections propagating the dumb.

In the Senate the Republicans do outnumber,
But a Blue Wave may wash the Lower Chamber.

THE RUDE CATEGORY

1st - Tony Crafter with:
Metal penis rings ~
rip men's genitals.

2nd - Brian Taylor with:
I eat pumpkin and shit out poetry; ~
put that in your pipe and smoke it!

3rd - Meyran Kraus with:
Missionary sex position =
So poor... I miss a sixty-nine!