Battleworn

Something I posted elsewhere a while back

Battleworn
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My brow is glistening
My arm is aching
My back is tired
But still not breaking

I saw the critical looks
With no words spoken
My resolve is battered
But still unbroken

Those that are mine
Look up to me
I cannot stop
Until it comes to be

So I grit my teeth
Plunge back into the fight
I clean my bruises
During the tired nights

Bring it on
My resilient call
Until the reward
Is clear to all.
—–
22-Jan-2010

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040 – Put Away

The weekly introduction:
This story is for Friday Fictioneers that is hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.

Friday Fictioneers is a group or arrangement that works as follows:
Every week you get a picture.
Prompted by that picture, you write a piece of fiction that is 100 words long (or as close as you can get).
You add a link to your story on the Fictioneers page, and read the (awesome) stories by the other Friday Fictioneers.

Feel free to join us! Everyone is welcome.

Below is the picture prompt for this week and below that is my story.
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Copyright – Sean Fallon

The batteries are in a jar
A pair once powered a car
That pushed through doors left ajar
Boy following and yelling not afar

Four drove a whistling train
Out through the door after the rain
Then back into the house again
Under the table, muddy stains

The helicopter whizzed through the air
Almost yanking her just-styled hair
Watch out Mommy, my chopper’s there!
Boy unfazed by Mommy’s glare

Train and chopper stand near the car
Mommy broods, her thoughts far
One day I’ll join you where you are.
The batteries are in a jar
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95 words
Your comments are welcome and much appreciated, even if I take long to respond and even if I do not respond individually. I read all your comments.

Fellow Friday Fictioneers, it seems some of my comments on your wonderful stories simply disappear 😦 so please don’t think that I don’t bother to comment. I am yet to find out how to get around that.

Behind the scenes – you can skip this part if you do not like seeing ‘The Making of [insert movie name]‘:
When I saw the prompt this week, I thought “Are you serious?”
But I signed up for a challenge, did I not?

You can read the pieces by other Fictioneers here:

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027 – That Defining Moment

That defining moment
When you again realise
The truths you have tried
To keep away from your eyes

That they are not with you
That you are on your own
They won’t stand by you
You will have to walk alone

That you need to actually act
Or it won’t get done
Things will get ugly
And that will not be fun

That you really are not
The you that’s in your head
The truth is you did not
Do as you had said

You tried to make excuses
You tried to explain
But now you cannot hide
Now it’s all plain

That defining moment
When you cannot but see
Truth that must be
When truth sets you free

(c) Abraham Gumba
02nd October 2012

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Militate – 007

The it-can’t-be-done lot
Says, well, it can’t be done
But I’ll give my best shot
Even if I’m the only one

The fact that you could not
Does not mean I can’t
The seeds of doubt you’ve got
Are of a weed, a choking plant.

But my dear you don’t stand a prayer
I’ve heard the themes of the nay-sayers
Like the rapper said, your mind ain’t prepared
But mine is, and I’m getting somewhere

We miss all the chances we don’t take
So I know it would definitely be a mistake
To just give up for your sake
There is way too much at stake

I’ll play with the big boys
Swim with the big fish
You can try to destroy
Something like this

You say it’s a matter of time
I say it’s a matter of time
You may still be without understanding
And I will still be left standing

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Thanks – 002

I probably do not say it enough.
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Thank you for caring about us
Wanting us to succeed
Thank you for the effort you put
Wherever you see need

Thank you for thinking about us
How we can make things better
Thank you for the dreams you have
Of a future that is greater

Thank you for the food you make
To delight and to nourish
Thank you for your thoughtful gifts
I keep, use and cherish

Thank you for the fun and laughter
The happy times we share
Thank you Kay
For being there.
—
24th Nov 2011

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Together

This was inspired by a post on my sister’s blog
http://mamarehema.wordpress.com/2011/03/

Together
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We look good together
Is what she said
And a few lines
Played in my head

We live good together
We laugh and talk
Tickling tussles
An evening walk

We eat good together
Is that true?
Good eating by me
Great cooking by you

We sleep good together
That can be said
Even when one encroaches
The other’s side of the bed

We’ll live good together
As long as we agree
God, you and me
A band of three
—–
02 March 2011

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