Born of fire.
Black water.
A singular spine—
I learned how to live unkissed, until...
The Tasman bared its teeth,
A cold, crushing mouth.
The moon is an honest Manipulator,
pulling the tide
like a noose.
grinding the heavy ocean
against my spine.
White surf choking
my basalt throat.
The sky tears open,
it's raining roses and love riots,
soft ruin
on wet basalt.
Let the gale howl
its wrath.
Against my ledges.
I filled the night's chalice with knots of desire.
The tempest cracks
over the peak—
Tie me to your Tongue;
make the storm's voice
the only thing
holding me above the waves.
A fossil of fire.
That gouged the dark.
I ask the heavy air:
If time turns, will scars stain the sky?
BANG
Shabang
Down the can
West winds blow away
Thought you were here to stay
Just like that gone anyway
"The end of a fleeting romance"
RAINBOOTS
rubber
tempest shield
mud sucked at my small
ankles while cold water
filled where the monster waited
"the hollow shells left untouched"
FROGS
trigger
remembrance
cute collectibles
remind me how to stay
one leap ahead of the snake.
“FROG spells Fully Rely on God”
Within each stratum, life resides—
Much like a train carving through snow.
We believed that single carriage was the sum of all existence.
Yet, through a fleeting, momentary glitch,
We crawled into the next car ahead.
As though an ant had turned into a bee, only to
fear the flower.
Yet, they do not welcome us.
The world is a pyramid,
And within its confines, we must remain.
Dreams, hope, and love
Flow strictly inside its walls.
Music drifts along.
Wine overflows in abundance.
Yet we cannot belong within that goblet of wine
—
Only spilling over, returning to where we first
began.
Zombie love is still love
Deadly like wilting poisonous roses
Zero tolerance for growth
Images entwined embraced
Your fingers around my soul
Shades of gray wrapping
Like umbilical cords
A kiss to die for
Will you paint that please
Can you breathe life into
A dead romance
Black widow
with a webbed dance
Breaking my heart bones
Acidic love is so wrong
Strong
Homegrown
Weary of love jones
Sure to be the last to leave
Perhaps to be linked in eternity
As your famous subject matter
Stroking brush painting unflattered
No need to give us a name
We are broken bones of love’s disdain
As we run from the ash,
will the pyramid of peace,
save our love?
As we gasp for air,
I feel totally loved with,
"Your fingers around my soul."
As you hold me so tightly,
kiss me over and over again then,
"Kiss me when the sun sleeps..."
Here as our time is ending,
"I own your signature,"
for evermore as we close our eyes.
"I'm a vampire rose,"
is this our true death?
I can smell the sweetness of a rose,
as the vampire of life bleeds us dry.
Will we ever be found?
Pharaoh’s was the first pyramid scheme
A ruler who sure knew how to dream
Thousands of foreigners died: 'collateral damage'
The first project a CEO ~ ever mismanaged
In retirement I live a more comfortable life
Than I’d ever imagined
Like all the blessings of my ancestors
Have accumulated in a rain upon me.
But as I sit before a winter’s fire
Dog on lap and wife rising fresh bread
Surrounded by all the accoutrements
I have loved to collect
I think of what really is of value in my life
And it falls and spreads like a pyramid
Down from my wife and dogs
And out to my children, grandchildren
And friends old and new
Each of which hold some place in my heart
Soulmates of varying degree and intimacy.
Yes, my wife and life-mate is at the peak
She is the one making the bread after all,
But close, even closer seeming sometimes,
Are those dogs, who if they do nothing else
Always give their all.
Sure, there are valuable things and experiences
I have collected and cherish
But even the most distant soulmates
Are more valuable than any thing.
(1/3/26)
Her float was shallow.
Her pyramid was a beautiful theme
of dreams she wished time would,
first of all,
let float.
What could she have done
with so many butterflies?
She respected her furious nature.
Her beehive held a limitless wealth,
but she never forgot
how it was almost empty.
“Allow nature to emerge in your belly and drink.
Beautiful rain can fall on stones
and still make voices that represent God too.
Allow the honey to heal you,
and dance with its sage.
Let lavender flowers bloom on your forehead.
Pursue the romantic desires of motion,
and just let things float."
Bernice Zoleka Mannie
LYAIOZ MANNIE
PEAK
rose up
through dark sea
light created world
pyramid is stairway
pharaohs climb to join stars
"peak pivots earth to the divine"
THIS OLD HOUSE
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
HOME
loving
idyllic
through open windows
time drifts by soft and slow
heartbeat of my past remains
“Lavender memories linger.”
Poem written for and submitted to “Pyramids of Clarity” Poetry Contest, Joseph May, sponsor.
The vibrant popinjay has gone.' The harlequin no more really
Spins in song.' The magic's now all in a can.' Younger female backers
Parry times looming advance plan..' The age'd icon takes his glances
Across the acres, of yearning souls in hopefull trances..Parody banners they lie.' beneath sultry skies.' Echo the effigy of the past, See it burned in the mans eyes.'
Actions Describe.' Writ large the irony of life.' Youth has
Flown.' All hail its ghost, Ronnie strums, the speakers hum.'
Geri-acrity...Fumbles combinations and with alacrity..' 0yet theres really not one chance.' No way back.' All I see is false hope.' Rod Stewart is a husk.' Not yet voiceless.' Nor danceless yet
Its the back end, of the romance.!
In
Masonic tradition,
the pyramid represents wisdom
on the back of the dollar bill you see
an edifice with the tip of the pyramid detached,
a searching eye is in the tip of the detached pyramid
Our nation should ever be searching for the divine wisdom
that humanity needs, which will make the pyramid complete
seek wisdom and
lay dormant blind ignorance~
not curiousness
Do
not put
me in a
box where I can't
be seen. I will not
hide anymore, I must
be set free to fly. Do not
put me in a box, where I can
not breath. Yes I need fresh air to breath,
friendships suck the air out of the air. No!
No!
life here
for us now,
I need to move
far away from you.
No more hurting for me,
your words hurt. Your silence is
wrong, my life will be very fun
filled with joy and happiness with you
not in it. I am now saying good-bye.
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