© 2019 Alice Well Art, Lauren M. Hancock also known as Alice Well. All rights reserved.
Month: September 2019
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Poem: The Creepy Crawly Paint Job – 29/09/19
He creeps on prong-like legs,
looking for something upon which he can work his paint laden head
Because this contraption cross creepy crawly is here to transform
private rooms in dire straits
one feature wall at a time.
He wholly enjoys
no, correction,
he experiences much mirth,
from dipping and rolling upon the ugly outdated shades and hues
of olden times that were deemed as more than beautiful enough.
He feels and knows he is doing the world -
or at least the owners of the rooms a great service -
by creepy-crawly-rolling along their walls that were doing their owners an utter disservice.
He knows how to carefully navigate his pointy feet away from the fresh paint
on one occasion he’d stepped in the fresh trail
and after being screamed at?
Never again!
From then on, his feet were placed delicately outside of the paint trail,
he understood that to be useful he had to correct errors immediately
without any time for a thought to be preserved about it still;
it had to be automatic,
no mistakes, no fails.
His method of painting also had to be methodical
not of madness or franticness
painting feature walls might be boring but boy
wasn’t the enjoyment of viewing the pleased owner’s pleased eyes ultimately worth it?
This is what he lives for
to change the world of others
arduously labouring rolling here and there
day in and day out
without any care for himself:
personal time he has done without.
He wishes for others’ happiness
he knows that to attain this that his glorious paint jobs are the solutions,
and one-by-one he transforms the world of a couple, single, or family at a time,
While their smiles are collective,
Appreciative as one.© 2019 Alice Well Art, Lauren M. Hancock also known as Alice Well. All rights reserved.
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Poem: Snorbert’s Deathly Device – 28/09/19
Snorbert the Coiled Doggie possessed some terrible untoward thoughts
he was obsessed with making smoke tricks with his vape
he believed the special smoke gave him increased volume of thoughts
and physical energy to make him trimmer and taut.
While he was tripping on his words and slurring on his S’s and stumbling on his vowels
his mind felt restless, more aware, yet not at ease at all.
He imagined darkened thoughts of capturing ganders of geese
and frightening them into being tangled in masses of tall angry trees
and then
bucking with broncos and lassoing them with the most delectable of ease.
His favourite method of his state of being was of course, coiled, or rather
known as psychedelic.
He could be entertained for hours it seemed
when his lungs were pacified, but secretly drowning
their futures breaths to be shallow and frantic.
But there were moments when
the clouded sky of raw brutal thoughts was shifted aside,
away,
to reveal a clearer mindset and a satisfied ride,
where he could mentally feel the ease of calm trickling rain.
Where for a moment there was no idle feeling of him drowning with meandering sensation
a repulsing sense of mentally altered satisfaction
Snorbert now had a clearer agenda and it no longer involved becoming elevated
because of the vapour.
Realising in this moment it was responsible for his strange thoughts and lack of ardour
he tossed the device into a lake
watched it sink,
deeper, under, deeper still:
Soon enough it would never again be seen.
There was no time in his world for potential future mental illness
and lung disease, or even death.
He was a smarter doggie now,
he had awakened, he now knew the facts.
That tempting temptress of a device could cause him the loss of his life
or at least the comfort of deep fresh breaths
his God-given ability to inhale and exhale freely.
There is a lesson to be learned
but he shall not righteously parade his tale before you all
Snorbert simply sits calm, still, clear-minded,
as I finish recalling his story to inform, not to enthral.© 2019 Alice Well Art, Lauren M. Hancock also known as Alice Well. All rights reserved.
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Poem: Mellow Yellow Lemon – 27/09/19
A mellow yellow lemon liked to watch their faces as they ate.
His juice made their eyes wince and squeeze,
how mighty pleased this made him feel.
Because he enjoyed absorbing other beings’ emotions,
taking the negatives away that they felt,
and altering them into something fabulous
which he could later use for himself.
For example, there was a girl sobbing with great sorrow,
at the loss of her baby teddy bear which from a friend she’d been allowed to borrow,
the mellow yellow lemon winked at her and absorbed her pained emotion;
suddenly her head was wiped of any sense of feeling that hadn’t needed to be awoken.
He transformed her sorrow into something great!
A state of trance, a fabulous world of emotion that could be taken later
to further complicate —
a mess within the ears
a cacophony of sound
the ultimate in lucid dreaming
this was what the mellow yellow lemon was all about.
In his altered state of being,
the lemon danced himself into a frenzy,
so much so he removed part of his peeling,
zesting himself into an utter state of heightened feeling.
He was made useful now for others,
leaving his zesty pieces behind,
a chef nearby picked up each piece,
added it to his cheesecake recipe.
And wasn’t the world glad that not only could he take
but could also give back,
the mellow yellow lemon
always there to alter the human’s negative feelings and facts.
So ends the tale
of the lemon who could change the world,
with a little zest here,
a little squeeze there,
he could make others smile as he absorbed from them what he could change
and what he could share with them from himself.
© 2019 Alice Well Art, Lauren M. Hancock also known as Alice Well. All rights reserved.
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Monochrome: A Poem – 26//09/19
Imagine:
Life as we knew it but in monochrome
the moody film noir of everyday monotony
seeping grungy gunmetal greys into our retinas
Sleek stallions on a merry-go-round with eyes bulging
reflecting the wild freedom of living under a cape of black and white
anonymity.
Situations take on a dramatic hue
the chaser, the chased,
through damp dingy dimly lit alleyways
where there reveals a girl resting on her stomach and chest
whiling away her monochromatic days.
With glances so beguiling
inviting to those who wish for nothing more than
precious time with her
her histrionic hair-brained schemes in shadowy scenes
could blow your mind away
break you into two.
Although she will not present
will not allow the lure to become
for her method of amusement in this monochromatic world
has only a small intent and then a little some
To amuse herself
to play in the growing gloom
to pass away the time until hopefully
the sun will rise against the hollow faced pitted white moon.
To return the world into one of colour and life,
nothing chased, nothing desired,
nothing overly and willfully needing to be satisfied.
Where an explosion of rays will cast over the
previously dismal days,
and relinquish all from monotony and return us to
brightness and joviality.© 2019 Alice Well Art, Lauren M. Hancock also known as Alice Well. All rights reserved.
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Poem: The Smile – 25/09/19
The Smile causes such greatness of cheer
wherever he happens to travel or whatever he happens to go near.
His charismatic image bears much bubbling mirth and joy
dispels any negativity or unwarranted misery
which others may know of
but for some reason cannot erase away -
helplessly they’d cry, "Why?"
One look upon his smiling face
his full beaming grin
would cause a person deep shivers of delight
a warmth of emotion growing from within.
For, The Smile was created and born with an intent
to make pain and sadness wiped away
away it would be sent
An encounter with The Smile could only result in a
permanent lift in mood
in one’s saddened state of affairs which would only leave
that individual’s mood rectified
it would be as though they were dancing pleased upon the moon.
The knowledge that such a being as The Smile exists
to cheer up our world often fraught with misery
makes me feel truly thankful and utterly blessed
that The Smile is here to rectify our occasional negative moods and process.© 2019 Alice Well Art, Lauren M. Hancock also known as Alice Well. All rights reserved.
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Poem: “The Angular Monstrosity” – 24/09/19
She rises from the depths
from the phantom-riddled deep
the angular monstrosity of the high North Sea.
She attempts to make a show of her pride
with the way she presents herself
a reflection of the way she views her interior —
her internal kaleidoscopic picture.
As a beautiful creature with so much to offer
she cannot understand why observers would shriek run and hide
when they would see her:
Would they prefer she introverted,
and be the one to emotionally and physically hide?
What was so terrifying with her
means of angularity
of differing degrees of separation —
the very thought of her apparent failings
caused her severe crippling anxiety.
Was she truly less than perfection?
Was her interior view an entire riddled mess?
How could she bear to survive when before others
she was viewed as unwanted, undeserving, severely unblessed?
What it all came down to
was an understanding of self-acceptance
that there was nothing there for this angular being to
reconsider in a negative means
nothing to make her feel her presence was
unwarranted unnecessary completely underwhelming.
Instead her heart beats with renewed vigour
as we smile upon her, cheer her on,
allow her to grow with her quiet confidence to reconsider
that the negative views were borne of nothing true in reality
and here she is in her beautiful angularity
showing us her truths,
in all her perfection and polarity of thoughts, feelings and views.
For we are all different but essentially we are one
together our hearts can beat
Our chest swollen with pride at knowing that
we, like this beauty,
are the emotionally strong ones.
And for those who are not quite there yet
you will make it with some work
some trust
some dispelling of inner hurt.
You will make it, my friends,
simply view our angular beauty as she
twists and turns her limbs in celebration
of her personal development and love and acceptance which
we truly must commend.© 2019 Alice Well Art, Lauren M. Hancock also known as Alice Well. All rights reserved.
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Poem: A Resplendent Explorer – 24/09/19
A resplendent fish swims through the seas
his angelic wings become of him
intricate his image be
the seas warble fondly of him.
With outstretched limbs he reaches forth
into a mass of conical rocks of sorts
he understands that with his fine winged hands
he cannot delve too deep
else he cauterises and causes his fateful end.
A surprise! A proclamation —
what has this beautiful thing found?
in a world that’s utterly damning;
it’s a shock that his wings and arms are still here
intact and fanning
for his secret discovery to be revealed
to be told among those witnessing its handling.
A florid limb unfolds
revealing a tiny perfect white luminescent pearl
with a sheen of such exquisiteness
it blinds those here
their eyes pain at its brilliance within their world.
And with a little smile to himself
the resplendent fish moves on
clutching his treasure that will remain his
until the moment he is captured
but even then, the pearl will not
be permitted to be taken
not from his hand will it be pried
in death he’ll clutch until its presence ultimately
becomes forgotten.
© 2019 Alice Well Art, Lauren M. Hancock also known as Alice Well. All rights reserved.
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Poem: Disbelieving – 23/09/19
“Come to me,” he says, beckoning to the crowd.
A creature with wide ears, open arms
and dreadfully hairy legs
dressed in an Aztec-inspired poncho.
“I have the answers to all your problems,” he promises.
With a wave of his arms around the scene
his eyes implore
beg them to take it in.
“See this land upon which we stand?
My creator, your creator
built it grain by grain, sand and soil, compacted up and up
with his bare hands.”
“But where is he now?” one witness calls.
“Where is the proof of his promise to be here now?” another sneers,
while the rest of the crowd starts to jeer.
“I am here before you,
my words are here to ring true,
the knowledge that all is repairable,
true faith will guide you through.”
Still the crowd jeers,
how could this creature presenting himself to them
be the one who was to preach and provide their lives’ stability,
goodness and truth, acceptance, forgiveness and love
these could easily be dismissed or
overthrown by a naïve or ignorant point of view.
He attempts to speak once more,
Explaining his role in this scene, to share pertinent truths
not provide the others with personal gain and materialistic objects,
yet the jeering turns into boisterous booing —
it pains his heart to know that disbelieving unknowing beings like this existed.
So, the creature in a poncho turns his back,
forsaking the bombastic disbelieving crowd
who refuses to know more, existing on their meagre understanding
rather than accepting the notion that they are indeed already blessed and loved.
This creature was a selected precious vessel chosen to spread the word of goodness,
there was many before him and would be many after him,
yet it is with despair that he accepts the knowledge that once again
another select group of humans were not ready to hear the words and view his soul
which he had dared to bare.
Perhaps in the next lifetime, he tells himself,
as he drags his feet as he walks away.© 2019 Alice Well Art, Lauren M. Hancock also known as Alice Well. All rights reserved.
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Poem: Bounce! – 22/09/19
Bouncing here and
bouncing there,
With no degree or level of
concern or care.
Flying high into a welcoming sky,
Falling to a potentially grim reality below.
The creaking trampoline springs could catch him,
end his life as it is known.
But how does he do it?
Land completely on the ‘X’?
The perfect bouncing area
his aim is nothing amiss;
No disappointed ‘Oh’s’, nothing more or less.
Because this six-legged creature is just so nimble
and quick,
If he ever became stuck in the springs,
he’d wriggle his way out –
For that was just the way he is.
One particular bouncy evening,
this creature had been at it for hours,
He bounced and dived and flew and glided
His limbs guiding his particularly hairy and colourful form:
This rising and falling allowed him to feel completely empowered.
Because when he was a wee spider in the web,
barely breathing, unable to spin a thread,
He felt lost inside, in a tiny world that seemed to suck him up.
His presence was unwanted by his abysmal excuse for a mother,
He felt her unfeeling eyes were bone-dry,
with a heart full of ice.
She seemed intent on catching and wrapping her prey,
she spent no time with her children,
She forsook them due to her obsession with delectable food,
abandoning her kin's cries,
Their desire for attention.
So instead of hanging about,
in a stringent web that kept him in, and the interesting world out,
He simply jumped over the edge and bounced:
There was nothing left to lose.
He thankfully landed on a children’s trampoline,
Perfectly positioned below him,
Below the web of unwanted nightmarish dreams.
This was his escape,
his adrenaline rush,
And he made certain never to see his
viper of a life-giver again.
Bounce, bounce, bounce,
It cleared his head,
Made him smile,
Hitting the ‘X’ at every turn,
he would never be treated ill by another again.
This he would make certain of;
this would be his happy ending.© 2019 Alice Well Art, Lauren M. Hancock also known as Alice Well. All rights reserved.
Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose 
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