Jasper’s tale of woe, he tended to completely embellish,
Until these stories got worrisomely-gruesome, some even hellish.
Agnes, his wife and he were no longer invited to parties, yours or mine.
His wife was relieved, but Jasper, the story-embellisher started to whine.
Maybe we need to be a bit more entertaining, she suggested.
So they began several new hobbies, neither one of them contested.
They learned yoga, and karate, and Agnes learned to play the kazoo.
He learned roller blading and hopscotch, and brought home a digeridoo.
They realized suddenly, after learning all these things, and without a whit of sadness,
To want to be friends with the dull neighbors on their block was simply a silly madness.
Anima balances Animus
In a dance of fathomless rhythm
The hangover reaches the consciousness
The cherry tree goes on blossoming spree beside the sea
I find myself delving deep with the emotions by her hands set free
In the warmly maternal hearth
Are my malted moments of mystic mirth
Never any dearth in perceiving the coffee cup held up
Anima has at all times been most pleasurably giving birth
To a variety of rain and thunder in an awesomely good earth
Anima is generous in beckoning under her brackish breath
A momentary death underneath is euphoric in its affinitive depth
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April 27, 2016
For: Anima – Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Tom Quigley