Long Anima Poems
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Demon, bitter are thy days.
Pore o'er, anima.
Raking leaves for bonfires? Blaze.
Ice within me, thaw.
Weathervane, point to the stars?
Sky is full of these.
Half the year, like lids on jars.
Hide, O mysteries.
Blossom, honeysuckle.
Grow wild as ivy vines.
Knees of challenger, buckle.
Ocean, boil thy brines.
Tempest, grow tall. Hurl, O cloud.
Gun, thy machine nest.
Famous faces, lost in crowds?
Blessed bid bile best.
Ray of sun, burn evil out?
Sure, if sure you can.
Shade, what is thy life about?
Love, span what's began.
Frenzied fate, sing. Loud, my Muse.
Hound dog, quiet bay?
Proserpina, disabuse?
Well, sir, I just may.
Gauntleted fist, hard thy strike?
Don't fall off thy bike.
Spend time with a girl you like.
Barracuda? Pike.
Spike atop the city walls?
He who mills then mauls.
Chaos, how thy dancing calls!
Entropy, thy awls.
Perception, thrum! Warp, thy woof.
Steady heartbeat, ply.
Gambrel are the peaked roof?
Dreamer, thought must fly...
Oh! beloved how scared i was,
the risk of losing you to invisible enemy,
a creature with no anima and heart.
An unknown, undefeatable enemy, pounding on you when you had no armour, no vicious sword.
Trying to reach you, almost desperate, no hope to light my heart,
You alone in the hospital bed, while i was sobbing miles apart.
No flying carpet, no fairy tale magic, a real world morbid with death and loss.
But oh my sweet how hard you fought,
indeed a lioness at heart!
Me, caged inside four cold walls, hands with sanetizer, face with masks,
incomplete without symphony of your laugh.
In extreme agony, this is how my few days passed.
Streets again lively, grandma with her dog, gardens filled with restrained joy, eyes shadowed with unexpected loss.
With grim determination, i paved my path, holding the fragile festoon of faith.
Finally, the painful journey ended, my destination before my eyes, stained windows shading you, door opened you came running, into my arms.
Sunken cheeks, hollowed eyes, Oh love how beautiful you were to my parched eyes!
-1/6/2021
O my country—
I cleave to you through cataclysm and grief,
even as avenues bleed vermilion
with the coagulated ire of the dispossessed.
The atmosphere quivers
with the dirge of the abandoned,
their supplications dissolving
into the ashen ether.
Yet, in the clandestine chamber of my chest,
a prayer still germinates—
fragile, obstinate.
Your rivers, unwearied,
intonate their primordial canticle;
your fields, still fecund,
proffer aureate abundance.
But the firmament, once lucent,
is now barbed with malevolence,
and the throats of the guileless
are muted mid-cry.
Once, benevolence flowered here,
now calcified suspicion
roots itself deep in the soil.
And yet—
if the hand sows fraternity again,
if mercy’s sap ascends,
perhaps a concord can still unfurl.
Let the splintered heart reconverge.
Let compassion accrue
like rain in a desiccated land.
Let faith, austere and indomitable,
illumine the labyrinth toward amity.
Through maelstroms I remain,
through conflagrations I endure—
for even the umbral abyss
concedes to dawn.
Your essence is unyielding,
your anima indestructible.
My country,
through the alchemy of hope
we shall resuscitate your breath.
7 de setembro
Que hoje
se escute
o grito da liberdade
liberdade que liga mundos
aqui, ali e acolá.
Nossa palavra é a voz
que leva ocupação e renda
a todo o povo
e anima esse
grito da liberdade.
Com a nossa inspiração
Fazemos todos os indivíduos
soberanos
sobre suas próprias vidas
em benefício dos outros.
Com a poesia diante de nós
com o nossa planejar sem fio
e palavras de liberdade
colocamos a âncora de três pontas:
Liberdade, ocupação e renda.
Vide - http://bit.ly/VendasDiretas2018
Palestra de Domenico de Masi - Vendas diretas é um setor baseado principalmente no relacionamento humano e nas liberdades[...]não olha para o passado, mas se antecipa e se projeta para o futuro ". Os momentos mais importantes no vídeo que esta neste este link: http://bit.ly/Venda_direta_Olha_Futuro
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Envy the green eyed monster
can be harnessed to achieve a goal
I currently have a want for fitness
it's eluded while my life was on hold
So I am mustering up my health
and working on my stamina
And feeding up my ego
because in the end its chutzpah thats its anima
You have to attack with vigor
and have a plan you adjust along the way
You have to be single minded
and self congratulate to make it stay
For envy does not really serve
and it can actually deflate your cause
Because you don't ask for advice
and align with those who have achieved what you want
For those that have blazed those trails
can tell you their recipe
It may be the thing you can exactly do
or it may be an energetic zing
But use your emotional energy
to fuel your restless tide
And keep an open mind
and move ahead with pride
Turn Envy the Green Eyed Monster to you can do this!! You can! - Artimus (C) Susan Manley 3/11/24 8:43AM
SYNONYMS SOUL
Synonyms soul
My conscience courage in mine ego
feeling ingenious heart intellect soars
Mine intelligence life mind personality
Resonates spirit stuff thought vitality
Synonyms soul
anima why am I animation
In animus ardor bosom bottomed distaste
cause for disposition ignored
More bonding to my only soul
Synonyms soul
My conscience courage in mine ego
feeling ingenious heart intellect soars
Resonates spirit stuff thought vitality
Mine intelligence life mind personality
Holy is mine Synonymic Soul
8/11/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
Sign, sign everywhere a sign that is if you know to look
Stay drunk on worldly wine or you can open up His Book
It's all there for one to see most of it is already fulfilled
On that we can all agree for it is what the Father Willed
But it's this final stage where some question may remain
In the End of the Age as man kinds final days now wane
For had one cared to look, todays news wouldn't surprise
All written in His Book for those willing to open their eyes
No one knows the day nor hour in being more the reason
Surely you know God's Power, everything has it's season
Technology relatively new making everything now so clear
And as those Prophets knew, that time has now come near
But look up, and Rejoice as God has shed His Grace on you
Just listen for His Voice and place Him in the things you do
'Within Your Wounds hide me, not to be separated from You'
I pray only that you will see and your relationship you renew
'Anima Christi'
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
ono una ruota che gira sempre
senza una destinazione o un rullo
Sono una trottola che gira sempre
che gira finché non mi fermo
Signore, cosa devo fare?
Allora cosa devo fare?
I miei mondi in un vortice
Dammi amore o speranza
Solo una cosa a cui aggrapparmi
Mi fai girare in tondo
Ohh in giro
E in giro vado
Sono legato a te
Per te
Ohh, ooh, ohh
Sono un orologio senza volto
Con speranze senza tempo
Che non si fermano mai
Signore, quando mi sento così
Tu conosci la mia anima in cambio
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una piccola cosa a cui aggrapparsi, ah
mi hai fatto girare in tondo
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Sung By:Puglia
the Arturia Audietion
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We are but transient breezes, subtle specters,
On this ancient soil, so dense, so tangible,
Yet fleeting seagulls of smoke in nature's hands,
A curtain's sway when the final act concludes,
Departing from mortality's sharp incision, we leave without armors,
Simply empty shells, extinguished echoes on the shores of oblivion,
Bearing the secretive seal of a destiny towards the void.
How much trust we place in the nipple of mother matter,
Which, as if bewitched, can stealthily blow into a dance of rage,
Subtle or gentle, sweeping in its path without asking,
To then rest, as an eternal statue of enchanting rock,
Entangled in scents of the past and stardust.
Water, anima mundi, takes shapes that conceive our dreams,
Of vapors, rivers, and scales,
Murmur of steam, song and ice's silence,
Its clear transformations mocking the angels of reason,
The restlessness of this voracious cosmos,
Weaves the unseen dance of passionate atoms,
Dropping the illusion of a room where nothing stirs,
Though drifting into vast abysses of boundless space.
The mysterious elixir weaving its web from occult matter
And silhouettes that seem cut from the stillness of eternity,
Elude the clumsy decision of the tried consciousness,
While seekers of signs drink desperate silences,
Visionaries between the heavens, in a carousel of intention,
In the eyes of the crowd, a vain and endless quest for meanings and essences.
As much as the pantomime of worlds transforms,
The same remains the story - a circle that closes.