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Premium Member The Rebel No Anima No Animus

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 anger critique
of the mono-morph collision of the scalpel shadow ‘Prozacian’ nemesis
neology of ‘animusity’ of ‘newfoundlandel’ comprehension

Dialectical complementation rises higher and higher culminates in
ethereal transcendence where collective personal unconscious
presents my animus in wishful thinking and projections as 
soft and gentle revel rebel raising entropy in tender conservation to escape from

Dogma categorically demanding artificial classification replacing with dimension
flow and rivers stagnant pools of stream of consciousness evading
sexist fragmentation disenfranchising marginalisation assigning male 
and female emasculated o-variation where seminal origin implantation

Precedes nurture socialised indoctrination assignment of celibate promiscuity
My animus refuses to accept in emotional rejection whether Jung and I read 
symbols from the same page or not of masques façades and liberated self
where academic artistry split hairs and personality for the premise of debate

I am a rebel and claim no higher lower ground of superior distension 
He or she who animates friendly animosity is right and incorrect whatever
common ground belies the provocation I propose but possibly my
presentation of what others mean in kindness is too neutral neuters psyche 

While anima and animus illustrate conclude a symbiotic destination
the starting point of this and that left right up above and side by side
is far too circular an argument when we should start not end in union
Male and female are constructions of disparity of power and repression 

Archetypes are not therefore I am

11th June 2016



Animus-Anima Part II—Animus – Poetry Contest

Sponsor Tom Quigley

National Stand

The Illuminati are a con,
It is how they have won,
From the formation of the nation that they sit upon 

While we are stuck taking our medication
And dealing with the manipulation, 
We are avoiding the confrontation
To stand up and show some dedication.
They’ve created a world full of discrimination
That only causes more and more separation,
But this generation will stand by its reputation
To lead our civilization through an innovation
And create a restoration, not from imagination
But from the motivation and a transformation
So that we may eliminate this radiation.
We all must make a declaration.
Let us make it our obligation
To no longer feel this isolation.
Enough with the fake and the misinterpretation.
It all begins with our education and our communication
To set forth a new foundation made from the right information,
And have the consideration to give an explanation
To those who continue their observation.
We cannot have any hesitation,
Because that is what has created this starvation and the humiliation.
This deceleration from a dictation.
An obliteration of an abomination.
The desperation for annihilation.
A devastation from the extermination.
The contemplation of a suicidal fascination.

Why must we go through an evaluation of association? 
Or an examination just for participation?

So this is my preparation to the administration.
My determination to the legislation.
To end this classification and begin a new implementation.
To allow the immigration of those stuck in a migration,
And give them the compensation for their triumphant demonstration,
Of their exploration and their adaptation,
And give others the rehabilitation and justification,
Instead of always leading with incarceration and a limitation.
We must rebuild our democratic federation
With a new team for the delegation,
Derived not from the propagation and defamation,
But from the navigation and confirmation of a proper nation.

Butterflies In My Mind

So many thoughts lurk within,
And soar like butterflies in my mind.
I try drastically to classify them all,
For everyone to appreciate their kind.

The blank paper is the net, 
That catches all these thoughts.
Then the classification process begins,
And poetry is made from these thoughts.

I articulate my experiences,
For all to gain from my existence.
So when butterflies cross my mind,
I grab the net and catch them that instant.


Premium Member The Creator's Macrocosm

The Creator's Macrocosm 
  
 ~ Mankind's classification microcosm

Graduation

From a school or college
Ceremony connected with commencement
All degrees marked
Classification into grades
According to amount, size, quality, etc.

Urbanization

It’s not how much money you have it’s what you do with it ,
Price of living will show the shift of urbanization and the immigration, 
Of people moving from up north to the south land is cheap where empty vacancy is available,
A small city to easy it is a lot of immigration of Irish and British decent and that is how they, Classification then same as now days I am see more New York and,
Chicago people pop up in my city one day it will be no reason to move it like the,
World is coming to the city with Puerto Rican and Italian crisis more of them arrive in, 
North Carolina which rank close as top ten for people to, 
Migrant and what I was told of living up north is it, 
Mold in the apartments a person here could live middle income for, 
Label force for cheap but not that many great doctor which people are, 
Force travel out of county as well for work no wonder they call my city a place for 
Retiring but what in world to do when want a date and church is totally out question, 
It’s not how much money you have it’s what you do with it, 
Urbanization.


Premium Member The World Without the Self

Between conjecture and classification there is
observation, experiment, data (collection and analysis),
statistics, calculus, and a good guess
about God's intentions - probabilities, fractals, chaos and complexity.
This is the thunderous city.

The form of the poem, the rhyme.
 Form cannot be first if you want to reach high artistic levels, since
      you are then bound by form, and that form is very often a
      betrayal of reality.
Yet I find I am attracted all the time
to philosophies in short skirts, jewels and eyes lined with kohl.
I love where her legs lead, to her very soul.

Three women hike by under an umbrella in a winter rain. Two men side
      by side run in rhythm.
An oil truck takes the hill in low steady gear.
My old Marine, 89, died last night without anxiety or fear.
May I overcome my pain enough to reach the place  where the deer lay
      down their bones
and, like them, die alone.

 When making an axe handle, the pattern is not far off.
The purpose of school is to introduce us to the world's innumerable
      wonders.
The periodic table, World Wars I and II, Huckleberry Finn and Jim.
      But soft,
what light through yonder window breaks?
It is a billion trillion nuclear detonations per second without which
      nothing can be done or faked.

 The temple bell stops, but the sound still comes out of the flowers.
Forests and the composite species will be nameless. Genetic prowess,
receiving the sacrament, performing Lohengrin from the Great American
      Songbook,
the look of love in all the wrong places, facebook,
fakebooks, folios of old family photos on or in pianos.

How can I be both still and skilled?
When we took Pop-Pop off the ventilator, we put him in a refrigerator.
He stopped eating, he stopped breathing. Circle with a dot.
 He had his dream, he'd rowed his boat.
No single line can completely explain - or rhyme - or untie this knot.

Omission of Tradition 7-24-15

It has never been my intension
nor was it ever a bone of contention 
to alter or disrupt the social convention
but now is the time to pay close attention
to the decline of the human condition

Responsibility rescinded creating moral decomposition
accountability abandoned causing legal repercussion
right and wrong are muddled in a malicious juxtaposition
public opposition has festered into social imperfection
the omission of tradition by politician’s redefinition


HEED THIS ADMONITION OR ARDENT APPREHENSION
SAGACIOUS SUSPICION AND PERSISTANT PREVENTION


Of the decommission of the Physician, Pediatrician 
the Technician, and the Mathematician
and give this acquisition to those with no ambition
even those under suspicion of sedition 
or held in detention without fear of restitution

This is the deception of the devolution
of the middle classification
and the total destruction 
of American personification 
praise the Lord and pass the ammunition

contest entry date - 7-24-15
written / post date - 3-20-15

Black-Tion

I look at the world's population, formation and the nation does not know how to 
build a foundation because of temptation..
so i put in quotation from my own translation "LET ME AND MY GENERATION BE 
FREE OF MIGRATION!"

Our reputations are sometimes destroyed by allegations, then that causes 
aggrevation, and this leads to bifurcation, so the only thing left is the jail 
association...
and that combination leads us again to segregation, with no classification, just 
suffocation, and being kept from exhilaration... 

Let us have a celebration as our ancestors give us motivation, information, 
stimulation, and our jobs give us compensation...
so that we could no longer be in isolation, frustration, desperation, alienation, 
consideration, or feeling like we're on a plantation...

No longer should we worry about segregation, cremation, hard medication, 
relocation, termination, immigration, or hibernation...
We do have education, occupations, operations,  reservations for that nice 
restaraunt that jay-z owns or maybe b a guest at that new radio station...

I WANT TO BUILD A FOUNDATION...

But take in consideration that world's organazation may not truly evovle around 
water conservation, water hydration, binary operation, legistration, legalization, 
liberalization, or negotiation because this world's a lie...
the happiest moment in your life might be the moment you die
and peole ask why...
© Kia Coady  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Shape of the Institution

I have the shape of the institution.
Each email address is a human.

They are known by their words and actions.
The whole wide world is just a fraction

of all I do not know. Expansion
and contraction, breathe in, out, meditation

on existence, non-existence, creation
and duration. I have no explanation

for fusion, fission, taxonomic relations
or artificial classification.

More I do not know: locomotion
by combustion, electron separation

and transportation via superconduction
which supports the idea of the unified nation.

What girls are like behind their eyes. Masturbation
a useful restraint on overpopulation.

The story of a life, my life, any life, cohesion
must be rationed, conjured, a fiction

about a vexed, tenacious town, its rail station
truck stop, high school, night spots, recreations

the temporary citizens enact visions
dream-like orations, ballets, conflagrations

to in the end receive in annals honorable mention
from family, friends, neighbors, colleagues, institutions.

Premium Member Noise

i am transformed.  in what i see.   
my eyes can not discern
as shapes melt and swirl
and break into dots --
merging with the Static.

i am transformed. in what i hear.
of overlapping rips of space itself
with the unyielding babel of humanity.
i hear everything and nothing
becoming one with the Hiss.

i am transformed.  in what i touch.  
my insubstantial hands stir turbulence 
passing through scratchy mist.
the Dust drapes over me and through me.  
i am infused with the smell of a million worlds.

i am transformed.  in what i think. 
of snippets of thought
impinging on me.
racing through my awareness
and memories of titillation.
i am arrested by efficiency and classification.
my mind gives over to the Context it can no longer fight.

i have been transformed.
in all my senses and in all my thoughts
i am conjoined with all Things.

i am Undifferentiated.
© Sam Toil  Create an image from this poem.

America Our Proclamation

In this Rhyme I will give a translation of the formation of a nation. Remember this is not a dictation it's just a narration of the creation of a civilization. AMERICA is not only our classification but also our identification. The Country has a place with a registration, through which you will find liberation of information, because the Country holds all of the documentation that will give you an elaboration of your expectation. So go to AMERICA for a precise interpretation. To join you must have a certain qualification of sophistication, individuation, determination and no limitation of dedication. In this Country we are a family of inspiration. We all may work and live in different locations, but together we give this WORLD a certain rotation. See with admiration, consideration, explanation we have cultivation. With taxation and donation of money and gold we give the World  hydration. Our secret tech, you could say is the medication for confrontation.
So now I hope we all have an inclination that together we form a population, that is dedicated to all forms of exploration . We are a Generation that if placed in the stars would form the greatest constellation. We are AMERICA under God and that's our proclamation.        David Lee Waldrop.

African Night Walker

It leaves human-like footprints around the poultry-house;
footprints look smaller, with sharper toes.
Egg shells sometimes are scattered around the farm,
all having a hole at their tips.

According to some African folklore,
the creature is able to calm down the chickens,
as it steals almost all their eggs;
there's suspicion it has a high IQ,
because it leaves some eggs, knowing that one
day the eggs will hatch to chicks, 
will will in turn grow to egg-laying hens.

Superstitious folks believe that the creature
is a messenger of the Tokoloshe (Avenging Spirits),
as it spies on the unsuspecting villagers;
it then runs deep into the caves,
to tell the Tokoloshe how many virgins it has seen;
their blood is their elixir of immortality.

No one has ever managed to take them a pic;
they are nocturnal animals,
which keep away from humans during the day.
They stay in the deepest caves,
infested with vampire bats and freaky arachnids.

Cryptozoologists have placed under the unknown
classification of animals, like the Bigfoot and Lochness
Monster.

Sometimes I feel as though it's right behind me,
as I study Stone Age drawings in caves....



Date of Entry: 06/04/2017

Dark Matter Aka Space

There is this free ranging 
substance filling the whole 
universe,
It was called void but now 
they named it Dark Matter,
It is an infinite ocean that 
floats countless 
galaxies,             
You could called it as 
blackest shroud,
Or sometimes be known as 
darkest cloud,
It classification and 
composition is still unknown!! 
And scientists are still puzzle 
by it's origin,      
 You could call it an element 
that is neither living nor dead,
Do not brush lightly of this 
amazing thing,
It has godlike power to hold 
galaxies and invisible black 
holes!!!               And only 
recently are these scientists 
trying to replicate it in 
laboratories,
While Astronomers around 
the world looked through 
their telescopes in their 
observatories,    With an 
acknowledgement of one of 
God's greatest mysteries!
Refered to as DARK MATTER,
Used to be called Space.


Sheri Fresonke Harper
Personifying Science contest

Enclosed Rhyme

this is an enclosed rhyme
these next two sentences
enclosed as in parenthesis
with the first and fourth line

The rhyming sequence must conform to A,B.B.A, any other format then it is not an enclosed rhyme in the true sense of the definition.
 
Example of a Petrarchan sonnet: William Wordsworth's "London, 1802" where an octave - introduces the theme or problem with the use of two enclosed rhymes.

Milton! thou shouldst be living at this hour: - A
England hath need of thee: she is a fen - B
Of stagnant waters: altar, sword, and pen, - B
Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, - A
Have forfeited their ancient English dower - A
Of inward happiness. We are selfish men; - B
Oh! raise us up, return to us again; - B
And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power. - A
Sestet - solves the problem

Thy soul was like a Star, and dwelt apart; - C
Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea: - D
Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free, - D
So didst thou travel on life's common way, - E
In cheerful godliness; and yet thy heart - C
The lowliest duties on herself did lay. - E

    Personally, I think Poetry Soup should have a team of moderators that check the classification of poems submitted, especially when listed under the definition of a form. Take 'Enclosed rhyme' as an example, go check https://www.poetrysoup.com/poems/types/e - You'll find the definition and the first example correct, but move on to their listed enclosed rhymes and you will find they have accepted many which are not, have a look, https://www.poetrysoup.com/poems/enclosed_rhyme

    Poetry Soup endorsing poems misclassified is surely not good for its image? This state of affairs applies to all I have had reason to check, like a short 'Blittz', what's that all about?

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