In Playground

by andrew149Southbourne, nr.Bournemouth, Dorset, England, UK

Mar 2012 421 Views 8 comments

In The Playground

Adrenalin overload....He shook,
He gave and he took,
Trading blow for blow,
No time for a second look,
Ducking,
Diving,
Weaving,
Fleeting thought of leaving,
Bloody nose,
How many? .....God knows,
Too many taken blows,
Swollen ears,
River of tears,
Hidden fears,
The kicks, the bites,
Seeing stars like lights,
But still he fights,
Or he’ll get a hiding when he gets home.

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Posted: Mar 2012

About this poem:

When I was at school there was a kid whose father told him if ever he was picked on and he didn't stand up for himself that when he got home he would get worse.....Luckily things today are different.....xxx

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Comments (8)

swade777Grants Pass Area, Oregon USAMar 22, 2012

Uncle Andrew!! - Great piece that you've posted here my friend!! While reading this, I couldn't help but think of those many contenders in the increasingly popular U.F.C. (Ultimate Fighting Championship) M.M.A. (Mixed Martial Arts) cage fighting sport.
I've been to many of those fights and always get front row seats... Your poem would be the PERFECT piece to post inside the cage with those fighters!! Great write!!!

andrew149OPSouthbourne, nr.Bournemouth, Dorset, England UKMar 23, 2012

Hi Swade, thank you very much, though those fighters in the cage can look after themselves, sadly this one is about bullying, by both boys at school and a father that doesn't know how to deal with it for his son.....As I said though, I am more than happy that nowadays this sort of thing is a rare occurrence.

Ladybee42East Liverpool, Ohio USAMar 23, 2012

An interesting subject Andrew

I know someone who as a child got a walloping at home if they came home beaten up by other kids! I never could understand the sense in that.

Nice piece of writing sir.

gnj4uBoston, Massachusetts USAMar 23, 2012

Hi, andrew149,
Bringing back the memory of a then-perplexing event, your poem has me wishing it was not such a common phenomenon to get a hiding when he gets home, too.

RedexNorthumberland, England UKMar 24, 2012

this is the playground of life, some kids become stronger some wither and and forever hide. Man survises in what is at hand at the time.
Good to see you around Andrew, different poem from you I liked.

Macduff5Newcastle, New South Wales AustraliaMar 24, 2012

Hi Andrew,

In this poem you've brought insights into a world which I hope is in the past. Maybe I've led a sheltered life. Thanks for sharing.

Odette67Penrith, Cumbria, England UKMar 25, 2012

My Grandson Brandon is a quiet confident child... But when he first started school he was bullied... My daughter sent him to Karate of which he still attends... He is 15 now... No one in the big school dares to bully him now. Nice write.

kickit22auburn, Washington USAMar 25, 2012

hi andrew

first of all very fast fun read all tho it is on a serious topic of fighting. but the way the times are going don't really have to worry about fist flying now days have to worry about the bullets flying.

kickit.

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