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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.
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
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 sports and boy things, I resist;
Took my bro's play truck because I was feisty,
Did not want to be a truck driver- just him pissed.
I don't like any sports and boy things I resist,
Have courage and I am a warrior mighty;
Did not want to be a truck driver- just him pissed,
I have spirit and pride and great integrity.
Have courage and I am a warrior mighty,
Don't want to be president- just want to be kissed;
I have spirit and pride and great integrity,
Oh listen . . . I am all girl, so I must insist.
Don't want to be president- just want to be kissed,
I am all girl, you can check off the female list;
Oh listen- (I am all girl), so I must insist,
When they were handing out animus- I was missed.
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May 19, 2016
Poetry/Pantoum/My Lack of Animus
Copyright Protected, ID 16-792-118-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, Animus-Anima, Part II- Animus
sponsor, Tom Quigley
8th Place
Written: September 21, 2023
Immanent yet transcendent Contest Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker
God is both fully transcendent and utterly immanent – extensively beyond us but genuinely with us. By Poet.
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In a realm where lucid dreams spring alive.
Where the whispers to the cosmos derive
There lingers a dance—divine and bright.
Of immanent and transcendent eternal flight.
One's essence is intrinsic, or immanent.
It starts with every breath—cease is imminent.
No vitality can be razed, hence being infinite.
Every grass blade or hazard tear is then intimate.
Transcendent, preposterous afar and wide,
Beyond the circumscription of earthly stride,
Soaring through the cosmos, stars in its wake,
A cosmic symphony, a celestial shake
In this sempiternal dance, they entwine,
Immanent and transcendent, a union divine,
Akin to yin and yang, they equipoise and sway.
Prevailing us on our journey, day after day.
A soft breeze carries the imminent susurration of life.
We're fiddling with our souls and frisking our strife.
children's squealing in an accomplice's embrace.
Immanent imbues us with beauty, love, and grace.
Transcendent calls in the depths of a scarlet sky,
Heaving us hovering to the heavens up high,
In the grandeur of nature, in a sunrise hue,
Transcendent shows us there's plenteous anew.
Immanent and transcendent, a cosmic pair,
In the prance of life, are everlastingly there,
In the depths of our animus, they reside.
Wielding us in a woebegone, wondrous ride
Immanent, the divine within our reach,
Transcendent, the infinite beyond our speech,
Together, they weave the tapestry of existence.
In their dance, we find purpose and significance.
immanent and transcendent, a harmonious blend,
In each moment of their presence, we apprehend,
They remind us that we are a crux of kernel grand.
A universal symphony, a seraphic chaste band
So prance with immanent and transcendent,
Embrace the blithe and beguilement; be besant.
On the wisdom they offer, the love they bestow,
In their gyre and gambol, our souls shall grow.
Paranormal visions of flying unicorns
with wild and supreme handsomeness,
give a boost to my conscious animus...
asserting my manhood in every sense.
Then anima makes her appearance,
and dreams change color and shape;
the feminine aspect of sensibility
transforms my ego once so untamed,
so fearless of phantoms that cringed.
I shiver more than an helpless
woman who covers her hears
not to hear their frightful litany.
My perception of actual things
becomes more alluring than fancy;
I lose the sense of hard feelings...
as fantasy offers me a drink of oblivion,
and makes me explore a rendition
of what is contrary to my masculinity.
I
For long faulted as wicked causing pain,
And condemned as crooks of a cruel kind—
Old prejudice or heartless brain’s refrain,
Repeated ad nauseam a point to grind—
An error all the same of humankind,
Yet, thorns for sure, villains we never are,
Veil not Flowers your harsh front hid behind,
Thorns might have cruel look, but kindly core.
Your spring blossoms, Flowers, bestirred by breeze
Oft a caress steal at an early dawn,
Or take your youthful buds on life’s new lease,
Who love to pinch a spike of a naïve thorn.
Try to be your own judge O to tell us:
Who’s innocent, who has harsh animus?
II
Innocent who’s, who has impish passion,
Your spring blossom no less than red rage is
To us— lifelong mendicants on mission—
You lure, sway us— meditating sages,
Whenever your youthful blossoms embrace
Us, try sway us from our austere a course,
And still, we thorns not once have lost our grace,
Blamed no less still in popular discourse…
That, innocent seems to be tender skin,
Not our kind oh with a rough exterior,
We thorns are scarce evil from core within,
Yet, it’s not so to this world of error.
Aphrodite shoots with arrows of flowers,
Whilst Shiva’s trident fair blessings showers.
III
Yet, weapon of war’s called Shiva’s trident,
Whilst flowers get undue paeans of praise,
These ways or world fail not us to amaze,
If truth assailed is, it’s no accident.
Why, wonder I, He who would trident bear,
Cares for no worship performed with flowers,
Scorches passion of world, poison doth bear,
Why Shiva over all deities towers.
The way thorns are, no flower’s ever known,
We point places to go, point to the time,
Point at duty, why kings wear thorn-studded crown….
Not flowers, thorns point to places so prime.
Rejoice O Flowers still, you win the day,
Whilst doomed are we to live a life of lay.
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Crown of Sonnets |07.03.2024| flower, thorn
I suppose,
implicit in any explicating form of evolutioning theory-talk,
a revolutionary verbing thesis
progressively implies mindful intention
assuming ethologically growing function
deepening and/or widening what makes and feels sense,
spatial and/or temporal,
some health-explicating and/or pathology appositional implicating purpose
beneficial and/or harmful to anthropoids,
to all Earth's living-organic Tribes,
to all Ego/EcoSystemic Earth,
to all Animus/Anima Souls,
Yang/Yin
Left/Right Earth Holonic Nature/Spirit interdependence,
optimizing therapeutic
co-investing ZeroZones explicate/implicate
for secular/sacred nondual
health-evolving
yet unfinishable
and unspecifiable
natural-space
for dynamically now-timed Vocations.
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
An aching head splits in hatred.
Heart torments frustrated.
Mouth foams ...poison provoke.
Eyes reek .. fire and smoke.
Oh! No one's out here jealous.
Ugly, greedy. .wicked, animus.
It's the ruckus of a green dragon.
Agony boils.. a mean cannon.
Can I punch, kick,.. rip off the hair?
But I fake a smile at the perfect flair
I swear and compare... my starless luck .
The ivy of envy has weeds of evil muck.
Can I eclipse that bright glowing sun?
I fume, frown, fret..compete to outrun .
The race of bronze, silver and gold.
The legacy of jealousy...
infinite.....uncontrolled.
9th September 20 18 .ranked 2nd
Write Me An Emotion-Act Poetry Contest. Sponsored by Brenda Chri.
By inclement seas, malevolent sands bob
Lashing atrociously in their cyclonic hurl
Assent to winds that beat wild, Oceania!
Can the derelict heart reclaim its pacific,
keeping latent hurts as a glossed wreck?
Pearling gloss spot-lights aversions to keep!
Embraced is animus to understand its cause
Anoint scars so they'll dissipate in the anima
Restoration gleams of a copacetic dreamcatcher
Lacing over those broken veins of love's infernal
8/14/21 – Inspired by ‘Broken’ contest hosted by Craig Cornish;
pearls are an oyster's kintsugi :)
BLACK PEARL I
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sheen like no other
iridescent mother
of pearls shining on
I recall that first black beach:
the night sky fallen at my feet!
Soles tickled by the stars
twinkling in sandy myriads;
toes curling in awed jubilation ~
followed by the jaw-dropping
cascade of a sparkling curtain,
where the sun-sequined waterfall
spilled over the black rock,
and I drank of more stars
in refreshed elation ~
The rest collected in pools
of eons-cooled lava tubes
We soaked away low tide's heat
bathed in crystalline sensations ~
Heaven!
You smiled
The Nevada desert, lifetimes later,
my son and I gazed at the black sky:
meteors showered, shimmering us ~
Heaven!
my iridescent black pearl
a sheen like no other
smiling on
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(4/27/18: Memory of a special time with mother walking back from Buokonikai to Tabiang and stopping at the falls where I saw my first black-sand beach. It was so different and I was so thrilled by it; went back there 3 years ago and found the land erosion has turned the beach a muddy color)
If you care for someone deeply,
How far do you travel with them
When they're lost ?
This question presented itself
To me recently, and their path
Was avoided & not crossed.
The journey could not be explored
By both of us, as I was unwilling to
Share in that pain.
So I had to quit in this venture
With another, and knew there was
No more to gain.
Sadly the residue remaining from
This friendship, was now broken and
Filled with animus.
With only the memory that once
Was felt between two, only to be
Leftover to one's alias.