Short Fortnight Poems

Quarantine 
Locked up in a Fort  
Day and night 
For a fortnight...

Read More

Amanda Eller lost 20-pound
Walking around unfamiliar ground
You can be sure
Our fortnight tour
Will leave you laughing at Lost & Found...

Read More

The magical moon is slender tonight
    In two weeks 'twill be slender and bright

  Another fortnight and back to slender
    Forsooth, it hasn't forgotten its (!) gender...

Read More

There was once a guy named Forknife
He played Fortnite for a fortnight
He disregarded his schoolwork
Because he was doing “homework”
He’s out on the streets with frostbite....

Read More

pink,pink
persistent
protests proclaim
pussy purrs content with
his game-
on his
veranda
with much disdain-
I'll siesta here 'til
it rains

Note: We are vacation-sitting our daughter's cat this past fortnight or so...

Read More

My Doctor looked quite sheepish for he had bad news to give
He looked me in the eye and said I have two weeks to live
I thought about this long and hard, then told him with a sigh
I'll take a week in April and the other in July...

Read More

I had not visited my art studio in a fortnight or more
There was a large box I had to push away from the door.
The paints were excited! I could feel their emotions sway.
They began to explode onto a canvas; yelling hip! hip! Hooray!...

Read More

two birds flying for fortnight
together flew down to settle
resting in branches of periwinkle
standing, gasping with freedom of flatus
then smell the sweet scents
of the princess flower of the night
piping is the Dutchman's cactus
on one strange leedom of pents...

Read More

I'm sick of this weather, I'm sick of this rain.
I might run away, spend a fortnight in Spain.
Away from the clouds and away from the snow,
it seems rather drastic, a long way to go.
But think of the benefits, think of the fun,
walking about getting soaked by the sun....

Read More

Cloud is crying.
Hearts sink.

Missing the song from the voice of happiness.
A long wait.

The voice
left us for a fortnight and more.
Leave the moment in sorrow.

The sadness must be drowned.
Thrown away from an innocent heart.
Cause the rain carries rainbow.

Nisa Zainodin 170314...

Read More

First evening's frost,
...a gentle touch-
to kiss the glass,
enrobing blanket 'pon the out,
neither heating, nor shielding-
...those unlucky few-
who chance upon it's love-
in the cruel chill of fortnight.



- I posted this poem but I am not sure about it. Is it fine as is, or can it be improved on?...

Read More

In the assets of my heart
I had a desert of crumber nights
A jungle of the dreams to meet
I didn't forget that orchard of white roses
In which we met every fortnight
Then your unfaithfulness started sore
You are forgotten due to wounds
In craze I omissioned my destination
Now I like just a desert of imagination...

Read More

Is spring worth saving?
 I've asked myself
  or how about fall?
 I seem to recall
 save silent nights of this next chap 
 away with winter!
 and rumbling ice pack
 
 beware! 

 fortnight, by solar eclipse,
 look back upon 
 the carbon abyss, 
and dreams 
 the only way to see,
 three seasons lost 
 shan't know 
 to miss!...

Read More

It visited me at last,
The one which I loath to call on,
Even for my worst enemy,
Like a plantain stem fallen on its sword on bed.
Trembling,shivering,
Unable to walk,
unable to sit,
unable to think,
Unable to breath,
Oh! the tip of my tiny hair follicles,
crying song of pain,
sure, I will come back strong,
But can't vanish without a note,
Goodnight PS,
At least for a fortnight....

Read More

Alone
Couple
A crowd
Seasons
One hand
Sextet
Sin count
Octave
Cat lives
Two hands
Sports team
Dozen
Bad luck
Fortnight
XV
Grown up
Haiku
Golf holes
'nam age
One score



(7th December 2016 - entry to "duplex" contest)

Note: The 'nam reference was a bit obscure. There was a song in the eighties by Paul Hardcastle called "19" referring to the average age of a US soldier in Vietnam....

Read More

Winter has come
Allegro non molto plays out
And instantly, I am back to that day
Nebulous clouds of soft misty rain
Gently saturating my resolve
It has been a fortnight of misery
So I take pause as,
Adiago-Presto plays on
And the vanguard of my thoughts
Runs the amorphous path I have manufactured
Through the briar of thistle,
I struggle 
As Presto dissolves 
And another sun, sets...

Read More

I fancy a fortnight in prison
I'm sure it would help with my stress
away from the strife and the worry,
away from my life of duress.

I'm not certain how I would get there,
what crime I would have to commit
but knowing how well it would suit me
I'm sure I'd find something to fit.

I dream of the recuparation
no pressure in passing my time
A lifetime of handouts and pleasures,
and all for committing some crime....

Read More

I fear my sleep.
For my mind unshackled 
Runs rampant
Visiting colonies of forgotten thoughts
And unwanted memories.

It bypasses the chains 
And the padlocks
Paying no heed 
To their reason for being.

I feel overwhelmed 
As past emotions overthrow my dreams
And invades my head
And I am consumed!
The avalanche has begun.

I feel weak
For a  fortnight of insomnia
Is the price I willingly pay
As I stay awake to forget...

Read More

First full moon of Vaishakha enlightened Lumbini
Before three thousand years earth observed saintly

Last night the full moon peeped through window glass
There loneliness led and my existence sought that nimbus

Noiselessly the wings came from the moonlight
Unicorn showed the reel how to remove virus kite

Starry fortnight moon enjoying tonight's pray
Healthy earth light on the physicians successful way

07.05.2020 (Chattogram City)...

Read More

I will tell you about sadness
that is the scrap of flesh on the very tip of my toes 
to the highest point of my skull. 
I can tell you what about sadness- 
when I lay my head back for a fortnight- 
missing meals, missing knocks on my doors, 
missing one’s absence inside my head, 
and surviving- surviving still.
But when I write about sadness, 
I shall write about you. 
I shall write about a story that
was never given a chance to start....

Read More

Sailing Home

Riding night from star to star, 
Point to point, near and far, 
Fortnight journey end this day,
Navigate gyrate, earthly way.  

Harbor bring me refuge from flight, 
Blinking winking near island light,
A beacon straight and fast and right,
To where I destine this star lit night.     

Lilting unfurled heavenly sails, 
Guide me home on cosmic trails.  
Gossamer wings blow bow to stern, 
Passion awaits, lonely hearts yearn....

Read More

People come and people go away.
People come to my life.
For a second or two.
For a minute.
For an hour.
For a day.
Sometimes even for a weekend or a fortnight.
Sometimes even for a month.
For a year too.
And for a cup of tea.
It's all about trains, I suppose,
As life is nothing but a huge railway station.
People go away from me and I stay where they leave me.
I do not travel. I am waiting for you to arrive with the next train.
Will you come soon?...

Read More

I asked.
She said No.

Talked to her on Facebook,
She said No.

Shook hands with her buddies,
Befriended her mamma,
But from her it was still a No.

She grumbled,
And said No.

She thanked me for the bouquet,
But still said No.

Called her day and night
Mailed her every fortnight,
But from her it was still a big No. 

Then she writes back to apologize,
But it is still a No!

Ah well, I should have gotten the message,
That was loud and clear,
When Michelle had said No!
...

Read More