A slow romping sound
bassey and engaging
a clear crisp rhythmic
groove.
Traditions developed
under the influence of
Modern Musiciceir
some who were past their prime
some who music neglected
some who were proud famous
with Phanez across the world!
These influencers
Smart and On time
using sounds that people
Love and sounds that people
will love.
" I love the rhythm
I love the song
but those
lyrics
needs ah changing around
making a story out of
the lyrics
might draw us to some
sort of troubling
refocus
and clarify
" Under Wooden Bridges"
the bassoons began to play
I introduced my flutist
to the bassoonist
and lett nature have it's way.
They will sort the strans to
exaserbate the exsisting tensions.
Unleash death in all its glory...
Let it bound with clear intent.
To mock my last sup at Nature's passions
With some acerbic argument.
Let it make a case for time immortal
To prison me away
And release me from this wild ride
To send me to my grave.
But who made it judge and jury
And butcher in its lies?
What power thee... was meant to be
To find sweet bliss in my demise.
But if death's desolation is my future
And animus its goal.
I will resist until... it breaks my will
And I'm forced to pay the toll.
The End
The roots of our political system,
Have grown up through some infertile topsoil.
As excessive and targeted 'cash-dusting' ...
Has reduced the land's potential, with much to spoil.
Weeds of corruption strangle organic growth,
Taking away what nature could provide.
While any effort to meticulously prune and
Salvage a crop, gets derailed and put aside.
Just as the laws of nature contribute to man ...
Can we till and sow fresh landscape to cultivate?
Perhaps conditioning the soil without manure,
Where profound growth gives reason not to hate.
Now some might prefer to set apart large tracts,
Fallow, while claiming success and yield.
Yet those buried seeds won't wither or remain
Beneath, they'll bare fruit in another field.
wind mill sweeps sun rise
avian crow scatters wake -
animated prophet
Fred's not a hunter
but Animus is a beast
he'd hunt down and kill
and mount on his wall
if he had a clear shot
while Animus is eating
something it has killed.
Animus lives in his heart
not in the jungle or city.
It has been snarling
for years at all the people
Fred says have bothered him.
Fred doesn’t know why
but he asks that you please
stop Animus if you can.
Donal Mahoney
The guy in me does fine just on my own.
Attention I do not need constantly.
Because I rather like to be alone,
it’s by myself I’d often rather be!
The guy in me is not so nurturing.
Since every babysitting job I had
was tedious and most uninspiring,
to be a soccer mom would drive me mad!
The guy in me just likes to lie around -
to eat and watch TV instead of clean.
At Bed, Bath, and Beyond I won’t be found,
and in a nail salon I’m never seen.
My spouse dislikes the guy in me; this is
so strange, for most of my “guy traits” are his!
For the Animus-Anima Part II--Animus Poetry Contest of Tom Quigley
How vehement his thoughts winning the realm,
so, thus venomous the success became.
Bitter —the taste of power and the helm,
yet sweet; until thy honesty got maim.
Mediocrities —get up to the bones,
devastates entrustment without exempt.
Anomie stands indelible —in zones,
solemnly results in beneath contempt.
Animus capitalized for sole greed,
it will scar your demeanor —well indeed.
I am of soft, delicate skinned casing,
Housing an iron, logical facing.
I grant my femininity free reign
To follow dictates of my manlike brain.
My seductive charms can attract a man,
But he may run far once I show my hand.
My quick, mental wit delivered deadpan
Cannot be handled by males with no span.
Only those of equal mental process
Will see my smile and know any access.
Feelings don’t phase my skill to analyze,
Even when I flash my come-hither eyes.
I don’t have masculine strength or muscle,
But in games deductive, I can tussle.
Call me feminine, demure or girly,
Such true adjectives won’t find me surly.
Color my world with sheer lace all pearly,
Just remember my sharp brain is burly.
You swam deep into the water,
but I was too afraid of drowning…
we could have plunged together and allowed
cool bubbles immerse in waves,
gliding on love’s venturesome communion.
But I was reluctant, quite fearful of being
engulfed by sea monsters … until the Neptune
within me emerged like a warrior,
inviting my animus- instinct to feel
that breathtaking sense of courage, of grit.
And we would cruise the waves inside,
to float on a steady rafter beyond moonscape
where real commitment could thrive,
as I let my female ***** be your co- lifeguard.
This conscious awakening is now a fearless hunt
where my readiness trails an explorer’s length,
with a dare of passion, rising and ebbing…
this mix graceful yet bold ; my yin –yan undaunted.
.............
Animus-Anima Part II--Animus Contest
For Tom Quigley
………………………………..
‘What we women have to overcome in our relation
to the animus is not pride but lack of self-confidence
and the resistance of inertia.’ …Ema Jung, wife of Carl Jung
6/ 04/ 2016
To be a man in a world of false men
And keep honor as a good Sherpa guide
To not lose dignity in the lion's den
And stay ever humble before such pride
To know that character, is coin of the realm
And duty to cause is the cloth we wear
As we steer our hearts with truth at the helm
Protect the lives of those in need of care
To be a child in the world of children
And teach wisdom learned without demanding
Accept those in need as they wander in
And claim no reason beyond understanding
To give up childish things, to have foresight
Truth, honor, character should be your quest
Know worlds further than your line of sight
To become a man before one's death
contest Animus-Anima Part II-Animus
5/30/16
Our friend Margarita is a little different
She would often dream of a bearded face
What she says is gray but significant
In her very own version below I place
The contour in my dream is very familiar
But still I cannot recognize
In me he is the organizer
I love and admire his inspiring eyes
Often in my much loved dream
I see him as a Krishna
In his smile an irresistible gleam
Under the tree of banana
When I am in consonance
I feel a cerebral fiesta
But if I am in dissonance
Tempestuous is my vista
These dreams of flute and might
Reinforce my hemoglobin
Leading me from darkness to light
Making my psyche play a violin
Krishna in Radha a perfect blend
A stable amygdala to guide
Overflowing poetry at the bend
When you are by my side
_____________________________________________________
May 26, 2016
For Animus – Anima Part II – Animus – Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Tom Quigley
Note: Radha and Krishna are collectively known within Hinduism as the combination of both the feminine as well as the masculine aspects of divinity. ( Wikipedia)
Masculinity - My Animus
Though female, animus dwells deep in me
with strengths of leadership and business sense,
in being ruled by productivity
in ways that show command without pretense.
Assertiveness, decisiveness occurs
within the realm of varied business skills
where mathematics flair robustly stirs
accounting chores, like income taxes, bills.
Supportive instincts move within my soul,
the need to organize and plan with care.
Investment and financial smart control,
with honed computer skills, help me prepare.
A steady love of deep protective kind
that speaks commitment and strong loyalty,
focused attentiveness, resolve combined;
these are the traits of animus in me.
My animus serves well on business side.
My anima, artistic gifts provide.
Sandra M. Haight
~Honorable Mention~
Contest: Animus-Anima Part II--Animus
Sponsor: Tom Quigley
Judged: 06/26/2016
You can see it when a man raises
his collar, and his shirt
is partially unbuttoned. A burning desire
to reveal his presence is evident.
World War I and World War II
was lost and won by men;
children of mothers who raised them
to take charge of themselves,
rather than taking the world. No man
permits himself to be a sitting duck,
as his property is taken.
A man hides his fears when he goes out
on a date. He controls his anxiety
by controlling his breathing and speech
during the interview between souls.
No one else you'll see getting thrilled
by life's challenges like a man;
it's his nature to set the problems
in front of him like pawns
in a chess game....
A man indeed is a creation that was designed
to struggle, survive and triumph!
Blue Collar Animus
It’s happened, you’re here
The back alley, oh dear
You’re worried, you fear
I’ve caught you, pains near
You thought you could master my will?
You lack of backbone makes me ill!
No words now, just malice
My eye’s show, no solace
My punches, your lessons
You bruise at, my discretion
Perhaps now you’ll utilize tact
And think before verbal attacks
As you lie on the floor
In your own piss and gore
Satisfaction is mine
That’s a fact.
A heart breaks, it shatters into tiny pieces when she leaves. She says to you” this love is nothing true, I never felt anything with you”. You look at her in heartbreak, she walks away like you were just mirror image of a ghost that you will soon be. As you drop to the ground crying out “please! Lord save me!” Those screams echo through time. You can hear your heartbeat stop and as you fall over on the ground all you can see is her face as she walks away. You lie there broken and motionless, your soul shall move on and you shall parish with the last words “this love is nothing true.”
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