"fortnightly" poems - Hello Poetry

In the shadow of a tall mountain I pitch a tent I lay a fire I eat berries I bathe in the pond People come, people go They say much, as do I And once after the fortnightly storm A hole I dig, and a seed I sow Of a pellet of light wrested from my chest And people come, and people go But the sunshine never comes, for the mountain is tall And the mountain is strong But the sunshine I need, for the pellet to grow And grow it must Grow it must Into a ball of light to walk into That shines right through the mountain And all around But the mountain is tall, and the shadow is long, and the pellet has been sown In the arc of perennial dark People come, people go But this time, one stayed Without a reason too firm And little is said Except the voice of the lantern carried in anew And the gentle, flickering light, flows on the seed Like the lapping of rippling water on the pond’s shore The pellet of light throbs softly, breathes easy And after we pat fondly the mound of earth on the seed’s womb We pitch a tent We lay a fire We eat berries We bathe in the pond In the shadow of a tall mountain

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Oct 1, 2016

Oct 1, 2016 at 1:31 AM UTC

shailendra-n

The Lantern

In the shadow of a tall mountain I pitch a tent I lay a fire I eat berries I bathe in the pond People come, people go They say much, as do I And once after the fortnightly storm A hole I dig, and a seed I sow Of a pellet of light wrested from my chest And people come, and people go But the sunshine never comes, for the mountain is tall And the mountain is strong But the sunshine I need, for the pellet to grow And grow it must Grow it must Into a ball of light to walk into That shines right through the mountain And all around But the mountain is tall, and the shadow is long, and the pellet has been sown In the arc of perennial dark People come, people go But this time, one stayed Without a reason too firm And little is said Except the voice of the lantern carried in anew And the gentle, flickering light, flows on the seed Like the lapping of rippling water on the pond’s shore The pellet of light throbs softly, breathes easy And after we pat fondly the mound of earth on the seed’s womb We pitch a tent We lay a fire We eat berries We bathe in the pond In the shadow of a tall mountain

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the oldest profession doth bring much needed funds housewives and mothers walking the streets to supplement the household income Mrs Jones is plying her female wares in a motel suite somewhere those extra dollars shall pay the education fees for her daughter Claire as day to day living isn't cheap mothers and wives working the pavement at any given time the money they receive is a bonus a nice little earner a few bucks can be most helpful as the family budget oft sinks in a well these women don't haggle with their clients too much they give them what they want and in return get what they need a dime is a dime it can be so useful when the fortnightly paycheck is so skint the ladies of the night aren't always in the game for the purposes of romping they're lying on their backs to fill the hole in the domestic piggy bank

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Oct 1, 2014

Oct 1, 2014 at 11:12 PM UTC

ElizabethSquires

Piggy Bank

the oldest profession doth bring much needed funds housewives and mothers walking the streets to supplement the household income Mrs Jones is plying her female wares in a motel suite somewhere those extra dollars shall pay the education fees for her daughter Claire as day to day living isn't cheap mothers and wives working the pavement at any given time the money they receive is a bonus a nice little earner a few bucks can be most helpful as the family budget oft sinks in a well these women don't haggle with their clients too much they give them what they want and in return get what they need a dime is a dime it can be so useful when the fortnightly paycheck is so skint the ladies of the night aren't always in the game for the purposes of romping they're lying on their backs to fill the hole in the domestic piggy bank

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My syndrome is a trigger My mood swings, the gun Victim, prey and dear Is my poor head Carrying the basket of an emotional rollercoaster One without all the fun With recurrent depressive episodes Haunting day and nights Visiting me fortnightly Dragging me to the edge of losing it all In addition, not a single person around me Knows how it actually feels to feel this way My episodes are just a show They have all watched on repeat Without knowing and understanding As a standby on the road Of my moods dragging me to the abyss Flashes of anger bursting like crackers And I cover myself Sit like a baby protecting myself from the harm I cause to self When anger is chasing me As if we are playing bandhi chain I, the last person to catch My mood swings seem this desperate I lose my calm too often Find me into a pond of tears My mind becomes a maze All the endings closed I struggle, I shout and cry Hopelessly! The window of opportunity I have to create Started building a castle of health Hope in heart To finish and relax in my castle One day with peace.

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Oct 9, 2020

Oct 9, 2020 at 3:11 AM UTC

Yashita

My Syndrome

My syndrome is a trigger My mood swings, the gun Victim, prey and dear Is my poor head Carrying the basket of an emotional rollercoaster One without all the fun With recurrent depressive episodes Haunting day and nights Visiting me fortnightly Dragging me to the edge of losing it all In addition, not a single person around me Knows how it actually feels to feel this way My episodes are just a show They have all watched on repeat Without knowing and understanding As a standby on the road Of my moods dragging me to the abyss Flashes of anger bursting like crackers And I cover myself Sit like a baby protecting myself from the harm I cause to self When anger is chasing me As if we are playing bandhi chain I, the last person to catch My mood swings seem this desperate I lose my calm too often Find me into a pond of tears My mind becomes a maze All the endings closed I struggle, I shout and cry Hopelessly! The window of opportunity I have to create Started building a castle of health Hope in heart To finish and relax in my castle One day with peace.

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