#animus - Hello Poetry

Politics is broken Something is missing Politics is polarized Opinions are divided Clearly we are at extreme odds Perhaps Vernon Jordan* Had his finger on the pulse Of this confounding Movement years ago The panel was distinguished Vernon Jordan spoke “In Washington, there is no longer civility” Elected officials representing opposing camps Engage in animus and grudges Without social civility Without civility There is no healing Nor is there compromise

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Sep 3, 2020

Sep 3, 2020 at 11:32 AM UTC

william-a-poppen

Vernon was Right

Politics is broken Something is missing Politics is polarized Opinions are divided Clearly we are at extreme odds Perhaps Vernon Jordan* Had his finger on the pulse Of this confounding Movement years ago The panel was distinguished Vernon Jordan spoke “In Washington, there is no longer civility” Elected officials representing opposing camps Engage in animus and grudges Without social civility Without civility There is no healing Nor is there compromise

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two (or is it three...?) weeks in to the overnight shift and never have i wanted to wash myself in the golden rays of that nearest star our sun more than i do now as the ineradicable cloak of night stretches itself over these my newly waking hours. this night i feel massive but diffuse, like the ghost of a glacier lingering amongst the scablands; nebulous and immense, like a short-circuited god-machine cannibalizing itself in a forgotten corner of the universe. the sleep is broken, the mind needs rest. the mind needs rest.

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May 9, 2020

May 9, 2020 at 4:01 AM UTC

Laokos

anemic albino animus

two (or is it three...?) weeks in to the overnight shift and never have i wanted to wash myself in the golden rays of that nearest star our sun more than i do now as the ineradicable cloak of night stretches itself over these my newly waking hours. this night i feel massive but diffuse, like the ghost of a glacier lingering amongst the scablands; nebulous and immense, like a short-circuited god-machine cannibalizing itself in a forgotten corner of the universe. the sleep is broken, the mind needs rest. the mind needs rest.

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I figured out this game we’re playing The first to acknowledge How we used to be best friends, Before all that stuff you did, Is the loser. But what happens then? What do I get for losing a sick, twisted game After I lost a sick, twisted best friend? Because going through that sure gained me some things… Turned out great, don't you think? This game that we're playing- The one where we don't interrupt the icy walls of silence building up, Especially to remember when we didn't interrupt the bubbling giggles- It's one designed to be played by two. It's made for a pairing like us, I see that now. And now that I finally understand it for how it is, We have a game to play. Bring on The Game.

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Dec 18, 2017

Dec 18, 2017 at 12:25 PM UTC

brianna-duffin

The Game

I figured out this game we’re playing The first to acknowledge How we used to be best friends, Before all that stuff you did, Is the loser. But what happens then? What do I get for losing a sick, twisted game After I lost a sick, twisted best friend? Because going through that sure gained me some things… Turned out great, don't you think? This game that we're playing- The one where we don't interrupt the icy walls of silence building up, Especially to remember when we didn't interrupt the bubbling giggles- It's one designed to be played by two. It's made for a pairing like us, I see that now. And now that I finally understand it for how it is, We have a game to play. Bring on The Game.

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Waking up hostile keeps my mind reasonable clear A reason for existence When there is nothing left of all that I once held dear Righteous indignation constant as a plague Brutal vicious sense of vengeance that is overwhelming over me Arising to do battle Awakening in force Confronting all that tells me to forget it and just go on I do walk on Mile after mile Listening to the thoughts coursing through my mind Surely I know I am then tasked and able to recover what then was mine And once again will be my own Surely I walk on. -R. (9.30.17) -LA

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Oct 3, 2017

Oct 3, 2017 at 11:29 AM UTC

g-rog-rogers

-Awakening in Animus

Waking up hostile keeps my mind reasonable clear A reason for existence When there is nothing left of all that I once held dear Righteous indignation constant as a plague Brutal vicious sense of vengeance that is overwhelming over me Arising to do battle Awakening in force Confronting all that tells me to forget it and just go on I do walk on Mile after mile Listening to the thoughts coursing through my mind Surely I know I am then tasked and able to recover what then was mine And once again will be my own Surely I walk on. -R. (9.30.17) -LA

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She danced a symbolic grace with a look of malice written on her face She cast a lunatic eclipse of my erratic soul The Maiden The Mother The Crone It was more than a phase Just a glimpse into our story-lines She was the moon I was the son The anima The animus star-crossed in our own paths in our own way I crowned her in stars, she shed the scales from her eyes and we met in a fiery embrace Heaven on Earth aligned like syzygy, but only for a moment We destroyed each other, Yet we were complete.

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Oct 8, 2014

Oct 8, 2014 at 2:37 PM UTC

kenny

Lunatic Eclipse (reprise)

She danced a symbolic grace with a look of malice written on her face She cast a lunatic eclipse of my erratic soul The Maiden The Mother The Crone It was more than a phase Just a glimpse into our story-lines She was the moon I was the son The anima The animus star-crossed in our own paths in our own way I crowned her in stars, she shed the scales from her eyes and we met in a fiery embrace Heaven on Earth aligned like syzygy, but only for a moment We destroyed each other, Yet we were complete.

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The comic convention has cardboard cutouts of all of the main characters of Harry Potter. Harry, Ron, Hermione, etc. All motionless in a river of people, glossy but worn down, bathed in cold white halogen. And one by one, the cosplayers— the Harrys Rons Hermiones, etc. Have their pictures taken with the cutouts, one cardboard cutout cut out and replaced with a real human being. Being human, we crave companionship, fear solitude, crave solitude, fear companionship. We try to avoid becoming cardboard cutouts of ourselves, but sometimes a retreat into inanimacy is what the animus needs. The cosplayers continue to shuffle forward in line each waiting to pose for a selfie. Each politely smiling at the living Harry Potter characters around them, but not striking up a conversation.

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Aug 3, 2014

Aug 3, 2014 at 8:35 PM UTC

Ira-Desmond

On being an Introvert

The comic convention has cardboard cutouts of all of the main characters of Harry Potter. Harry, Ron, Hermione, etc. All motionless in a river of people, glossy but worn down, bathed in cold white halogen. And one by one, the cosplayers— the Harrys Rons Hermiones, etc. Have their pictures taken with the cutouts, one cardboard cutout cut out and replaced with a real human being. Being human, we crave companionship, fear solitude, crave solitude, fear companionship. We try to avoid becoming cardboard cutouts of ourselves, but sometimes a retreat into inanimacy is what the animus needs. The cosplayers continue to shuffle forward in line each waiting to pose for a selfie. Each politely smiling at the living Harry Potter characters around them, but not striking up a conversation.

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the world is our enmityville don't bother trying to catch that bus, the driver won't stop for you. hissing telephone wires noisy tea kettles the lonely ****** you hear through your wall. people bringing you down people getting the best of you funny how saints are born once they've run out of sins. this is enmityville where neither life nor death seems appealing.

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May 14, 2014

May 14, 2014 at 9:55 AM UTC

simonobirek

enmityville

the world is our enmityville don't bother trying to catch that bus, the driver won't stop for you. hissing telephone wires noisy tea kettles the lonely ****** you hear through your wall. people bringing you down people getting the best of you funny how saints are born once they've run out of sins. this is enmityville where neither life nor death seems appealing.

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