argument – Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose

Poem: Dissatisfaction… – 08/05/21

Providing them with
more and more,
but not enough to be satisfied,
at those cruel, thoughtless words,
envision the door.

I give and give
and it’s apparently well-received,
only to find out
it’s not enough,
how much should I be
expected to give?

Bitter words escape
loose fingers,
realising error
they hush and then leave,

bereft, bereft,
because there’s something hindered,
unprovided,
something, which if extended,
would be so well-received.

It’s not my role to
fulfil a position,
their slight disgusts me
right now,

after all that I’ve done,
assisted,
listened,
been there for them,
and now true thoughts
are again taking control.

Is this what they truly think of me?
So little,
their opinion, with frustration,
comes out to demean,

how dare they,
how dare you,
look what you’ve done,

my role is not to solve your problem,
lash out,
I’ve had enough,
retaliate?

No,
I’m completely done.

© 2021 Lauren M. Hancock. All rights reserved.
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Poem: Conclusions – Spoken Word and Text – 13/07/20

Audio: Conclusions

When conclusions are reached,
my being sings a triumphant song,
we’ve set aside our differences,
placed them out to pasture,
pains thrust aside,
almost forgotten all along.
 
There’s no irritation lingering,
no passive aggressive disease,
poor judgemental words pounding,
understanding ill, reactive behaviour
for what it is.
 
And tirades and mutual disrespect
have been left crumbling
in the dust,
anger does not propel and further,
resolve is stronger,
admiration and mutual support are clearer.
 
Because what would we be
if we didn’t occasionally
stumble and fall,
there’s no need to crawl back
to one another,
we only temporarily lost our enthrall.

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Image by Ron van den Berg from Pixabay

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Poem: The Confrontation – Fiction – Spoken Word and Text – 11/07/20

Audio: The Confrontation

A/N: This is inspired by a poetry prompt from Cynthia Schwartzberg Edlow to describe my angriest moment (with someone whom I cherish, which I chose to reverse and fictionalise) using the words 'squall' and 'hush', and without using 'love, like, heart, mad or cry'. I ended up using some of the banned words, though. 

I squall at him,
he glares and points, and orders me to hush.
I laugh incredulously, thinking,
hush little baby, don’t you cry,
I planned on doing anything but sobbing
any lullaby.
 
I rise to the challenge,
eyes intent on staring him down,
I can emit anything I liked,
but manipulating me would the power of his crown.
 
I have known beings like him before.
those whom wrap me around,
hand and foot,
little finger to finger,
and this distaste of our connections linger
in my body;
I don’t want to generalise but how can I not?
All their faces together into his I am seeing.
 
What has stopped me from leaving?
What has caused my scorn to die down
and crush my self-worth into nothing?
I used to be this strong, amazing woman
and now:
under his dancing thumbs and fingers, I am living.
 
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Image by ArtTower from Pixabay

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Poem: Head-Butting Fossils – 08/02/20

Fossil heads meet one another,
forehead to forehead they butt,
one is lively and spirited, wanting fun,
the other temperamental,
his indecipherable opinions he thrusts.
 
Unsure of the intent behind being told
that she’s asking stupid questions
when she hadn’t asked anything inane at all,
the male fossil focuses all energies on her,
then like a deciduous,
drops her,
leaves her all alone.
 
Confusion, but a moment and she shrugs,
it’s not her fault,
whatever set the other skull off has nothing to do with her,
if he were better behaved
he’d have explained
rather than had the gall
to speak to her like that at all.
 
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