Burdens carried with a light mind are not so much burdens as they are points of interest; morsels to discuss at a table with good friends while rolling joints and examining the principle reality of what morality really is, and why it matters to begin with. I am a porter for the psychedelic ghosts. A porter for gods unknown.
The porter looked up from his post from the door.
“I do believe I am confused as to what my position is.”
The writer frowned. “In the story?”
“That to. But what does a porter do? I’m not sure many know. I certainly don’t.”
“Its obvious,” the writer said, “You port things.”
that old man,my mother porter,he was always in the same place,with his ussual enigmatic smile upon his lips.i always had the impression that he has so much stories to say about life.
i dont really know wat dis word means but i can still think of a potter…nd dat reminds me of pots used in villages and all which again reminds me of natural Indain beauty,,,i
“Haven’t you had enough? It is time we were going. The porter has been standing around with the bags for ten minutes already.”
The first coffee of the day should be sacred even it is at 7am on a wet Monday and the movement of the communter crowd had us trapped inbetween a wall and a rubbish bin at the edge of the train platform. Having sat in the drafty train since the previous evening I wanted to slowly wake up, smell the steam of the coffee and hold the warm cup in both hands. I wanted the luxury of this moment recognised and lived before the next challenge was tackled.
“Don’t exagerate. The coffee is still too hot to drink. I know you want to leave, and we will.”
A porter came up to me at the airport asking if I needed help. But I was a little scared and didn’t know what to say. So I just run away. He did not follow me. But when I turned back and looked at him from a safe distance, I saw a puzzled look on his face as if I was a moron. Maybe I was.
I once came across this porter at the station. And i still remember him because he had no hands. As ironic as it may sound, he seemed to work twice as hard as other porters with two hands ev
Uhhh idk what that means but it reminds me of Porer Street Barbeque…mmmm..<3 Also they have such good tea there. :3 Haha I remember I used to go there like erreyday.
what the heck is a porter? im sorry, english is not my native language, i dont know it so well. what could a porter be… a guy that opens doors to guests? front porches? somebody who transports things? i dont know, that was fun though i guess
I saw the porter and he was carrying so many bags I couldn’t believe he could manage. He had a bell hop uniform on and a little cap and I thought strange people don’t dress like that anymore.
Then I
in a place where work is hard to fine the one man a porter stand at the door to a swanky hotel, no one really notices him or what he does silently carrying your bags for you giving a quiet thanks when you give him a tip, a few pennies extra towards the doll his daughter really wants for Christmas this year. Maybe these few extra pennies will give her the Christmas she deserves.
I saw the porter standing by the luggage and I assumed that he had taken mines outside, I learn later that he had remove someone else bags by accident.
Something about the way the porter touched my hand when i placed the tip money in his hand gave me pause. His touch lingered too long and his eyes locked into mine. I backed into the room and locked the door. Something wasn’t right.
I know a shop called Porter’s. It was there when my grandmother was small. There are porters in the hospital. I think it means to wear in French, but I’m not too sure. My uncle was a porter. He used to transport dead bodies around the hospital.
he took our bags to the service elevator as we filled in the documents for our room. the bags were already in our room by the time we climbed into our elevator as he returned to the ground floor in time for the familiar sound. “Porter!”
I slip into insanity, feel it’s sleekness on my skin
It feels so new, but I’ve worn it before-
On the happy hours and sad nights when
beer is my lover and we fall asleep together,
knowing he’ll be gone tomorrow morning-
I think I’ll wear it out today,
My soft satin insanity.
She stepped past the porter, wondering if he could hear her heart pounding in her chest. He stood quietly, and she dared not see if his eyes were following her down the hall. The fact that she was here, the fact that she was going to try to find him after all this time, made anxiety twist her innards.
It’s a person who helps you to carry your luggage… He might be a good company for some time. When you have to wait for someone at a station, he might entertain you with his stories all that time and you may learn from him a good deal.
The porter sat next to me in the taxi; I didn’t want him alone in the rain with no money because I can’t imagine how lonely I would feel in his place. It was an August night, and the flood was starting to settle down.. But the residents didn’t seem any less glum.
I worked as a porter for six years when I was 19. It was the worst job ever. In the roughest hotel in London, I was often spat at, made fun of and even had a Nokia thrown at my head. Definitely not worth the 8 quid an hour.
There was a porter at my hotel. I didn’t speak to him.
He wore shiny black shoes that intimidated me.
My Mum says its rude to stare. Unless someone doesn’t notice.
I think he waved to me this morning.
Now I know I should have said hello.
He carried peppercorns in a linen sack from town to town. You could here him coming a long way off by the sh-sh-sh of the peppercorns in the bag. Sometimes he would come at night and sleep on the couch and the cat would bat at the side of the linen bag, trying to wake it up.
i painted your name with needles
on the canvas of my skin
and it will stay there until the cells die
and wash away in the drain.
when i’ve fallen asleep in the ground
and the worms eat it off
this ink is lovely but it cannot endure
my semi-permanent love.
(and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart)
the man who helps people lift their luggage and gets paid for it. in India he usually wears red. They are extremely stong and sometimes carry luggage on carts.
Really he was a portly gentleman, standing there in the archway, hidden from the rain of the station. He had the look of a real Victorian porter, but was he there to carry bags at a railway, to to aid lost and confused students in the hallowed ground of an Oxbridge establishment? His fine blue jacket glinted with gold buttons in the reflected gaslight.
Burdens carried with a light mind are not so much burdens as they are points of interest; morsels to discuss at a table with good friends while rolling joints and examining the principle reality of what morality really is, and why it matters to begin with. I am a porter for the psychedelic ghosts. A porter for gods unknown.
By Jacob URL on 08.19.2012
The porter carries my baggage as i aboard the ship. After that i pay him a dollar. Satisfied, without a question he leaves me.
By anonymous URL on 08.19.2012
porter is the man who makes the pots.he is very hardworking man.he used to make the clay pots.he has an art .
By charul barola on 08.19.2012
The porter looked up from his post from the door.
“I do believe I am confused as to what my position is.”
The writer frowned. “In the story?”
“That to. But what does a porter do? I’m not sure many know. I certainly don’t.”
“Its obvious,” the writer said, “You port things.”
By Kayci URL on 08.19.2012
that old man,my mother porter,he was always in the same place,with his ussual enigmatic smile upon his lips.i always had the impression that he has so much stories to say about life.
By cthy on 08.19.2012
someone who delievers produts
By jessica on 08.19.2012
John
Sailor
Hats
Done
Window
Ports
Reporter
News
By Joanna on 08.19.2012
what the hell am i going to do with porter, i can’t even think of anything but that action movie starring mel gibson
By Raouf on 08.19.2012
i dont really know wat dis word means but i can still think of a potter…nd dat reminds me of pots used in villages and all which again reminds me of natural Indain beauty,,,i
By Dimple George on 08.19.2012
“Haven’t you had enough? It is time we were going. The porter has been standing around with the bags for ten minutes already.”
The first coffee of the day should be sacred even it is at 7am on a wet Monday and the movement of the communter crowd had us trapped inbetween a wall and a rubbish bin at the edge of the train platform. Having sat in the drafty train since the previous evening I wanted to slowly wake up, smell the steam of the coffee and hold the warm cup in both hands. I wanted the luxury of this moment recognised and lived before the next challenge was tackled.
“Don’t exagerate. The coffee is still too hot to drink. I know you want to leave, and we will.”
By Meredyth URL on 08.19.2012
A porter came up to me at the airport asking if I needed help. But I was a little scared and didn’t know what to say. So I just run away. He did not follow me. But when I turned back and looked at him from a safe distance, I saw a puzzled look on his face as if I was a moron. Maybe I was.
By Cloud Sun on 08.19.2012
hello my name is porter. I am 2 years old and am a writing prodigy. All my life, people have been critizcing, laughing, and amazed by me.
By Cloud Sun on 08.19.2012
I once came across this porter at the station. And i still remember him because he had no hands. As ironic as it may sound, he seemed to work twice as hard as other porters with two hands ev
By dp on 08.19.2012
Uhhh idk what that means but it reminds me of Porer Street Barbeque…mmmm..<3 Also they have such good tea there. :3 Haha I remember I used to go there like erreyday.
By Kaliana on 08.19.2012
well I don’t know what this means. Screwed that my 15 year old mind don’t even know the meaning of porter. This sucks.
By ban-a-bomb URL on 08.19.2012
what the heck is a porter? im sorry, english is not my native language, i dont know it so well. what could a porter be… a guy that opens doors to guests? front porches? somebody who transports things? i dont know, that was fun though i guess
By Tay on 08.19.2012
I saw the porter and he was carrying so many bags I couldn’t believe he could manage. He had a bell hop uniform on and a little cap and I thought strange people don’t dress like that anymore.
Then I
By Jenni Cargill-Strong URL on 08.19.2012
in a place where work is hard to fine the one man a porter stand at the door to a swanky hotel, no one really notices him or what he does silently carrying your bags for you giving a quiet thanks when you give him a tip, a few pennies extra towards the doll his daughter really wants for Christmas this year. Maybe these few extra pennies will give her the Christmas she deserves.
By swipes on 08.19.2012
I saw the porter standing by the luggage and I assumed that he had taken mines outside, I learn later that he had remove someone else bags by accident.
By victor URL on 08.19.2012
Something about the way the porter touched my hand when i placed the tip money in his hand gave me pause. His touch lingered too long and his eyes locked into mine. I backed into the room and locked the door. Something wasn’t right.
By sheila Good URL on 08.19.2012
I know a shop called Porter’s. It was there when my grandmother was small. There are porters in the hospital. I think it means to wear in French, but I’m not too sure. My uncle was a porter. He used to transport dead bodies around the hospital.
By Sarah on 08.19.2012
he took our bags to the service elevator as we filled in the documents for our room. the bags were already in our room by the time we climbed into our elevator as he returned to the ground floor in time for the familiar sound. “Porter!”
By Kerry URL on 08.19.2012
I slip into insanity, feel it’s sleekness on my skin
It feels so new, but I’ve worn it before-
On the happy hours and sad nights when
beer is my lover and we fall asleep together,
knowing he’ll be gone tomorrow morning-
I think I’ll wear it out today,
My soft satin insanity.
By HumanKryptonite URL on 08.19.2012
She stepped past the porter, wondering if he could hear her heart pounding in her chest. He stood quietly, and she dared not see if his eyes were following her down the hall. The fact that she was here, the fact that she was going to try to find him after all this time, made anxiety twist her innards.
By cmsiena URL on 08.19.2012
It’s a person who helps you to carry your luggage… He might be a good company for some time. When you have to wait for someone at a station, he might entertain you with his stories all that time and you may learn from him a good deal.
By yalfar URL on 08.19.2012
Just had to quickly look up the definition. Carrier of the unknown. Privacy. Secrets.
By Jameson writes URL on 08.19.2012
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By robot URL on 08.19.2012
pret a porter. in paris with loads of pretty girls and models. a person of imporatance in a hotel. air porter bus to airport to holidays
By Lesley Glendinning on 08.19.2012
person who works in a hotel. can be lonely shift if working nights! might be some good tips though.
By ciaran on 08.19.2012
Like a porter potty? Gross. Concerts, cool, just wish they had bathrooms instead…
By jehaan URL on 08.19.2012
The porter sat next to me in the taxi; I didn’t want him alone in the rain with no money because I can’t imagine how lonely I would feel in his place. It was an August night, and the flood was starting to settle down.. But the residents didn’t seem any less glum.
By Maya Celeste on 08.19.2012
I worked as a porter for six years when I was 19. It was the worst job ever. In the roughest hotel in London, I was often spat at, made fun of and even had a Nokia thrown at my head. Definitely not worth the 8 quid an hour.
By Nathan Hughes URL on 08.19.2012
There was a porter at my hotel. I didn’t speak to him.
He wore shiny black shoes that intimidated me.
My Mum says its rude to stare. Unless someone doesn’t notice.
I think he waved to me this morning.
Now I know I should have said hello.
By Bethany Moffett on 08.19.2012
waah…
poret in kazipet is difficult to get..
have to csrry our won luggage
By vandy on 08.19.2012
Our ATS “family” went to Porter Square for a lunch outing once. There was a bunch of Japanese shops clustered together. It was good.
By Holden URL on 08.19.2012
He carried peppercorns in a linen sack from town to town. You could here him coming a long way off by the sh-sh-sh of the peppercorns in the bag. Sometimes he would come at night and sleep on the couch and the cat would bat at the side of the linen bag, trying to wake it up.
By Jeff Goodman URL on 08.19.2012
(here is the deepest secret nobody knows)
i painted your name with needles
on the canvas of my skin
and it will stay there until the cells die
and wash away in the drain.
when i’ve fallen asleep in the ground
and the worms eat it off
this ink is lovely but it cannot endure
my semi-permanent love.
(and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart)
By hel bentley URL on 08.19.2012
the man who helps people lift their luggage and gets paid for it. in India he usually wears red. They are extremely stong and sometimes carry luggage on carts.
By Rachna on 08.19.2012
The porter (not sober) transported the liquor from exporter to importer.
By Marianne URL on 08.19.2012
Really he was a portly gentleman, standing there in the archway, hidden from the rain of the station. He had the look of a real Victorian porter, but was he there to carry bags at a railway, to to aid lost and confused students in the hallowed ground of an Oxbridge establishment? His fine blue jacket glinted with gold buttons in the reflected gaslight.
By isabel on 08.19.2012