Best Animus Poems

Archetypes flash straight from a pack of Tarot cards
anti-terror Jing Jang synthesis with neuro-spiritual precision
implants explosive animation from the deep unknown
like a taro rootstock growing wings to fly with found suspension

Stereotactic stereotypes archetypes semi-circling soothing storm clouds
thunderbolts and enlightening darkness are my enema of anxious...

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Coffeeblood castings surface
Earthworms rip through trenches
Tangleweeds tug at my limbs
Twisting ferns rake through my hair
As spikes of foxglove ready a violet strangle
The sun itself is fixing to swallow me up
Its incisors cutting through the sweet dream sky
Grass wet with venom spit
The vapors rise to sting...

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Extraordinaire, he raised the ice.
He told me this when I was a child.
He said he heard his neck pop.
He laughed and said, “That stopped my dare devil’s persona.
As you see, I am short.
I liked to participate in a dare devil’s sport when I was young”.
He...

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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...

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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. ...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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A hiding place, a warm and darkened room,
A lit doorway, bright against the dark,
Cold against the warmth, a frame for odd
Assorted stranger-forms whose faces loom

As quarrels over (what?) convulse and rend them,
Leering laughter giving in to vicious
Sneers, bared fangs, silent snarls
Of wretched, clutching, atavistic mayhem,

A...

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When they were handing out animus- I was missed,
You know that masculine thing in my psyche;
I am all girl, you can check off the female list,
Took my bro's play truck because I was feisty.

You know that masculine thing in my psyche,
I don't like any...

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ANIMUS

           A woman can more or less possess
          animus simultaneous with female criteria
          strongly revealed in character...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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