Month: December 2019

  • Poem: Shattered Pieces – 14/12/19

    Poem: Shattered Pieces – 14/12/19

     The shattered pieces of my heart 
     lay unnoticed at his feet,
     where broken, jagged edges of myself 
     lay all around, 
     puncturing my reality. 
      
     I take in the rejections, 
     the bold airy silences which once 
     swam with bloated promise and hope,
     and I tell myself
     he does not matter
     that I must take care of my heart and myself.
      
      It’s as though I’ve taken a stab to my spleen,
      an organ which I don’t need to survive
      but by goodness I can feel the disgusting pain 
      and dripping of blood into my internal cavities.
      
     You’re a delicious distraction
     You’re a self-inflicted wound
     You’re everything I’ve wanted
     My inhalation, exhalation
     My tainted poison 
      
     You cause my shattering
     and I further perpetuate the breakage 
     into smaller parts
     let’s make our very own mosaic 
     where we can always be reflected in 
     our own unique mirror surface
    
     together yet never completely,
     close enough, at last.   
     A picture-perfect image,
     A decisive work of art.
     
    © 2019 Lauren M. Hancock 
    also known as Alice Well. All rights reserved.

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  • Poem: The Game of Life – 12/12/19

    Poem: The Game of Life – 12/12/19

     Pinned to the game of life,
    spin it for a consolation prize,
    perhaps you’ll win
    something extraordinary,
    either way, relish the
    pillaging of history.
     
    The girl pinned on the wheel
    is there unwillingly,
    but she is there to provide smilingly,
    there is always something to
    gain from her presence.
     
    Around and around
    and upside down,
    you’ll always win from her,
    the game of life, this suits her.
     
    She’s unable to remove herself,
    free her stiffened limbs,
    but she is here and she is potent
    with her hidden mysteries.
     
    She can speak of them freely,
    but why bother,
    some would balk,
    others would make her a pariah
     
    Best she smiles away and
    preserves her words
    spin the wheel of life,
    there’s nothing of substance
    which she wants to share,
    nothing special which she’d rather say

    Her silencing is absurd.
     
    © 2019 Lauren M. Hancock
    also known as Alice Well. All rights reserved.

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  • Poem: Way Back When: The Snow Globe – 11/12/19

    Poem: Way Back When: The Snow Globe – 11/12/19


    Turn this snow globe upside down,
    shake it left to right,
    around and ‘round,
    watch the glitter settle,
    upon a now-glistening figure,
    upon her nose a mere flicker,
    a perfectly pretty picture.
     
    Way back when,
    things were simpler,
    her angst wasn’t as present,
    no sense of preoccupation,
     
    when she could slide into her bed,
    or curl up on a hill,
    and voraciously devour the life story of another,
    of their words she’d have her fill.
     
    How she ached at their poignant moments,
    suffered along with their harrowing experiences,
    and looked up to those brave enough,
    to detail the troubles and horrors of their lives,
    whether self-inflicted or because of another’s devices;
    strife is considered strife.
     
    So, she learned their tales,
    their pains, their sorrows
    and took on their experiences,
    wondering how some of them walked away unscathed,
    but in truth, she knew, that like her,
    they too likely still carried hidden scars of suffering,
    the snow globe’s shining glitter isn’t always as it seems.
     
    © 2019 Lauren M. Hancock
    also known as Alice Well. All rights reserved.

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  • Poem: Trysts Which Twisted My Heart – 09/12/19

    Poem: Trysts Which Twisted My Heart – 09/12/19

     Behind the bushes are where I can rest, 
    quietly, softly, my heart beats, still rushing,
    you were my object of interest,
    my complete obsession.
     
    I remember those moments as if they were yesterday,
    when I was there by your side
    gazing sideways at your face longingly
    and you failed to acknowledge my interior picture,
     
    my brokenness blown in a breath,
    up and away,
    dispersed in the ache of
    my blessed yet cursed day.
     
    Because when you arrived as your charming cheeky self,
    confident,
    self-assured,
    knowing you’d achieve what you hoped,
     
    I prayed that you’d treasure me for me,
    that I’d see you more often
    But, our trysts were simply that,
    nothing more meant to be.
     
    The tendrils behind the bushes
    grow and curl above my waist
    towards my face, they lengthen themselves
    as though they are meant to be there

    reminding me of the twisted nature of our arrangements
    which weren’t even there in concrete measures,
    only when you decided to return communication,
    my burning words of yearning fixation.

    © 2019 Lauren M. Hancock
    also known as Alice Well. All rights reserved.
  • Poem: I Seek – 08/12/19

    Poem: I Seek – 08/12/19

     I search high and low
    for someone to discover the truthful internal me.
    To connect and accept,
    a momentous moment to take hold.
     
    Because I have been searching,
    aching,
    crawling for so long,
    in order to achieve that state of bliss which we call
    “Love”.
     
    What does it feel like or mean to be truly accepted?
    To be considered as enough,
    more than enough so
    for another’s world?
     
    In which you would be their everything,
    amazing for them,
    nothing more would they want,
    their journey, their search
    would also be done.


    And link hands would we,
    together against the world,
    nothing will stop us from being our truthful identities,
    whatever we wish to become,
    together we will meld and ne’er come undone,
    because darling, let me say,
    you might really be the one.
     
    © 2019 Lauren M. Hancock
    also known as Alice Well. All rights reserved.

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  • Poem: Layla the Ladybug Returns for Christmas – Our Whimsical World – 07/12/19

    Poem: Layla the Ladybug Returns for Christmas – Our Whimsical World – 07/12/19

    We first met Layla the Ladybug in Our Whimsical World: Illustrated Stories, a cute little bug who unfortunately suffers from “Bugxiety” and receives relief from her condition by hugging trees. Nothing could quell her nerves faster than embracing a comforting trunk; it made her relaxed, less jittery, and allowed her to become herself at last.

    Here she returns for a little fanciful flight, beneath the Christmas tree.

     Layla the Ladybug was a cheery bug,
    she loved socialising and mixing with insects
    even wild hungry birds.
     
    They did not snap her up with their beaks
    because she was their close friend,
    they looked upon her with respect,
    a wondrous familiar, their confidant.
     
    But one day a nasty crow had had
    enough of her brightened mood,
    he chased her and gnashed his beak at her
    it frightened her betrayed heart!
     
    She was lucky to have escaped in one piece,
    her immediate reaction had been to fly away,
    once safe, she pondered how to
    save herself from this horrid “bugxiety” day.
     
    Now Layla the Ladybug trembled with displeasure,
    how could she rid herself of this nasty feeling?
    This apparent irreversible measure?
     
    There was nowhere she could see
    that offered a great oaky tree
    something to wrap her arms around
    and grow a mighty inner power.
     
    Because when she clutched a tree’s trunk
    she felt stronger, bolder, lighter,
    her condition would ease with great speed,
    and suddenly in the corner of her eye
    she spots a glistening Christmas tree!
     
    The anxiety at needing to reach the pine in time
    caused further palpitations in her chest
    her heart it beat irregularly,
    she could make it, if she dared!
     
    And finally, with breath escaping her mouth,
    winded, with a stitch on the right,
    she landed before the mighty Christmas tree
    and gleefully hugged it with all her might.
     
    © 2019 Lauren M. Hancock
    also known as Alice Well. All rights reserved.


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  • Poem: Swing High, Sweetheart – 06/12/19

    Poem: Swing High, Sweetheart – 06/12/19


    We swing high and swing low,
    exhilarating heights, devastating falls.
    Because what occurs where we
    play nice and then with fire?
    Our hearts are entwined,
    we are lost in rapture.
     
    Our love may seem innocent and sweet
    like child’s play,
    rising high and dipping low,
    smiling adoration.
     
    Yet painfully we part from one another,
    the very next day in each other’s company.
    There is little to see but dedication
    from our severed scene.
     
    Rising high then bop,
    falling down and thump,
    it’s like a never-ending cycle
    where we can’t decide
    who is the propellant and who is the flame?
     
    I surmise I would be the antagonist,
    it’s just how I am,
    the flame,
    the one to catch the stirring propellant
    is you,
    one and the same.
     
    We can fall apart as many times as we like,
    But in the end, we always conjoin.

    © 2019 Lauren M. Hancock also known as Alice Well. All rights reserved.

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  • Poem: Here We Go Round the Merry-Go-Round – 06/12/19

    Poem: Here We Go Round the Merry-Go-Round – 06/12/19


    I picked the best horse,
    he looks to be a bright blue stallion,
    head thrown back
    as though caught in the height of action.
     
    His mane, tufty in appearance yet made of plastic,
    surrounded by two females, pink and purple
    whose eyes aren’t bothering to view him.
     
    My stallion isn’t distracted,
    he is here and he is present,
    in mind and body and soul
    I will ride him on this merry-go-round.
     
    He will always beat the females
    who appear there simply to preen,
    not for any horse other than themselves
    their attentions are for themselves, it seems.
     
    And as I win the race with my stallion in first place
    I know that I could have performed the task myself,
    with my human legs running upon the ride
    as a sprinter’s dream.
    But it’s nice to have something leading the way,
    and persisting in its dreams.
     
    So, I dismount from the stallion
    pat his mane gently all the way down his spine
    I thank him for his galloping ability
    and wish I could make this merry-go ride mine.
     
    Not because it caused me a thrill,
    not because I wish for eloquence or speed,
    but simply because it allowed me a break from my life,
    where I was in front, a forerunner, a winner,
    without needing to beg to be seen.
     
    © 2019 Lauren M. Hancock
    also known as Alice Well. All rights reserved.

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  • Poetry Collection Review: “Poems for Warriors” by Jason A. Muckley – reviewed by Lauren M. Hancock

    Poetry Collection Review: “Poems for Warriors” by Jason A. Muckley – reviewed by Lauren M. Hancock

    Poems for Warriors is a beautiful collection of poetry encapsulating Jason Muckley’s fervent and undulating faith in the Lord, despite occasional struggles, his loving experiences and special occasions with his family, and expressions of beauty in the often harsh and gorgeous world of nature. His collection is divided into four sections:

    • I. Struggle
    • II. Love
    • III. Change
    • IIII. Chestnut Hill, Mass. – October 19, 2015

    in which he sings his praises, his strengths, of his joyousness at life with Christ in his life, among other sprinklings of poems of love, strength, and personal measures.

    In this first section, Struggle, the poet’s gracious love, gratitude and acceptance of God through his faith shines through in a sparkling yet initially mysterious manner. Upon opening this book, I initially wondered at who the poet was directing his words to in Mercies:

    your mercies are new every morning

    you give freely to all

    and Afraid:

    Why do I indulge in distractions instead of pursuing you?

    and the ambiguity compelled me to continue forth in discovering the receiver of Muckley’s words. 

    I began to gather hints from his collective words from this opening section called “Struggle”. It seems that it is as though he is fighting an inner battle as to whether to accept the Lord into his life, or to push him and his assistance aside. Such a notion is shown in Fighting:

    I surrender

    You win 

    Why does it have to be this way?

    Things don’t have to be so hard

    Please can we have peace?

    Can we get free of these cycles?

    In this, I feel Muckley is voicing his angst at how it is difficult to keep the fight up against God, and how when life’s struggles and pitfalls are against him, he wants to be free of the merry-go-round.

    I found Psalm an incredibly beautiful piece, speaking of his conversations to the higher power who guides him: 

    You lead me through the valley to a place of rest 

    to a pasture – green, flowing with life

    and who ultimately listens to him:

    God you are a God who hears; God your ears are attentive to my voice 

    and a power who Muckley wholly reveres:

    I love your ways O God, 

    Teach me to trust you always, 

    Let me be completely yours.

    In Muckley’s second section, “Love”, I found such beautiful imagery and feeling that touched me. His poem Mama’s Bread, which speaks of a young child and her mother making bread dough together for family and friends has such a heart-warming touch to it that I had a continual smile on my face the whole reading of it. My favourite lines would have to be:

    Her toddler in tow squeezes in to get close to Mama

    She eyes the large round ball of dough Mama rolls.

    It brought back my pleasant childhood memories when I would bake cakes and cookies with my mother and the wonderful times we had together.

    Another warming family moment is covered in Christmas 2015. Here we are treated to images of

    the children’s eyes wide with delight”;

    joy and glee fill their faces as they see their presents”,

    and even more special:

    happiness fills the morning air”.

    I love how Muckley allows us a glimpse into his family life, and the love and warmth that is shared between each member, shown in his other poems also, especially in The Dance

    I find her and hold her

    Lips locked together 

    She is my chosen,

    My wife, my lover,

    Forever and ever.

    It made me want to breathe a small gentle sigh and smile to myself.

    In Love One Another I felt an affinity with the poet in his belief that personal achievements and agendas are lesser in importance to the love for our fellow man, and “recognising the truth is all that matters”. It speaks of the need to acknowledge that not everything is about personal gain in life, and that loving wholly and caring for the well-being of others is a much nobler means of living.

    In his third section “Change”, rebellion and change of seasons are spoken of, nature alternating from the barrenness of winter to the newness of spring. It is in this section that the beauty of nature is showcased in several poems, such as Cloud Imagery, Into The Wild, and Of Winter. Each are very descriptive in their imagery, and left me with a warm feeling and sense that I was there experiencing the scene myself.

    The simplicity of the poem, Big Melt, which describes when the hardened snow of the winter finally must melt away, and with such an event only beauty could occur, 

    A white blanket covers the yard…

    Clouds break up

    Blue sky opens

    Brilliant light melts the dusting.

    Muckley’s way with words is very evident here, and assists with gorgeous word imagery. It seems he is quite possibly also speaking of not only a physical change here, but a metaphorical one also, a change within one’s being where we can move on from being hardened and cold to being more open and alive.  

    It is not only a physical world that has been shrouded in crisp white snow and hardened ice. This is a period when something is now coming to, back to how he was perhaps, or who he wants to be. Even the worship-themed poems have a sense of asking for help, of celebration and gratitude, of being resilient and freedom in the highest degree. The change and hope from his faith is what drives this section’s change.

    From reading the final section, “Chestnut Hill, Mass. – October 19, 2015 ”, I have the feeling this is a rather wonderful place to be. Here in this portion of his collection Muckley speaks of

    sun bathing ducks”,

    and

    a place of rest/a place of peace and quiet

    and

    receiving rest”.

    My favourite poem of this section would have to be Fall Leaves which describes how they change from fresh to old, to make way for the new, to me it is a clear link to Jesus’s resurrection, as well as how we, as mankind, can refresh ourselves, even everyday if we want to, to better ourselves, to become anew.

    Leaves turning colors, changing

    Dying and passing away

    Death opens up new possibilities

    New places to grow, to invite new life to spring up

    The new cannot arise without death.

    I enjoyed this collection and would recommend it to others to read themselves.

    “beautiful imagery, a collection which sings of the poet’s faith and praises”

    Reviewer: Lauren M. Hancock

    Check out Jason’s blog here: Poems for Warriors and purchase “Poems for Warriors” from Amazon as a paperback or Kindle e-book!

    Disclaimer: Jason and I traded copies of our books in exchange for fair and honest reviews.

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  • Poetry Collection Review: “Poems for Warriors” by Jason A. Muckley – reviewed by Lauren M. Hancock

    Poetry Collection Review: “Poems for Warriors” by Jason A. Muckley – reviewed by Lauren M. Hancock

    Poems for Warriors is a beautiful collection of poetry encapsulating Jason Muckley’s fervent and undulating faith in the Lord, despite occasional struggles, his loving experiences and special occasions with his family, and expressions of beauty in the often harsh and gorgeous world of nature. His collection is divided into four sections:

    • I. Struggle
    • II. Love
    • III. Change
    • IIII. Chestnut Hill, Mass. – October 19, 2015

    in which he sings his praises, his strengths, of his joyousness at life with Christ in his life, among other sprinklings of poems of love, strength, and personal measures.

    In this first section, Struggle, the poet’s gracious love, gratitude and acceptance of God through his faith shines through in a sparkling yet initially mysterious manner. Upon opening this book, I initially wondered at who the poet was directing his words to in Mercies:

    your mercies are new every morning

    you give freely to all

    and Afraid:

    Why do I indulge in distractions instead of pursuing you?

    and the ambiguity compelled me to continue forth in discovering the receiver of Muckley’s words. 

    I began to gather hints from his collective words from this opening section called “Struggle”. It seems that it is as though he is fighting an inner battle as to whether to accept the Lord into his life, or to push him and his assistance aside. Such a notion is shown in Fighting:

    I surrender

    You win 

    Why does it have to be this way?

    Things don’t have to be so hard

    Please can we have peace?

    Can we get free of these cycles?

    In this, I feel Muckley is voicing his angst at how it is difficult to keep the fight up against God, and how when life’s struggles and pitfalls are against him, he wants to be free of the merry-go-round.

    I found Psalm an incredibly beautiful piece, speaking of his conversations to the higher power who guides him: 

    You lead me through the valley to a place of rest 

    to a pasture – green, flowing with life

    and who ultimately listens to him:

    God you are a God who hears; God your ears are attentive to my voice 

    and a power who Muckley wholly reveres:

    I love your ways O God, 

    Teach me to trust you always, 

    Let me be completely yours.

    In Muckley’s second section, “Love”, I found such beautiful imagery and feeling that touched me. His poem Mama’s Bread, which speaks of a young child and her mother making bread dough together for family and friends has such a heart-warming touch to it that I had a continual smile on my face the whole reading of it. My favourite lines would have to be:

    Her toddler in tow squeezes in to get close to Mama

    She eyes the large round ball of dough Mama rolls.

    It brought back my pleasant childhood memories when I would bake cakes and cookies with my mother and the wonderful times we had together.

    Another warming family moment is covered in Christmas 2015. Here we are treated to images of

    the children’s eyes wide with delight”;

    joy and glee fill their faces as they see their presents”,

    and even more special:

    happiness fills the morning air”.

    I love how Muckley allows us a glimpse into his family life, and the love and warmth that is shared between each member, shown in his other poems also, especially in The Dance

    I find her and hold her

    Lips locked together 

    She is my chosen,

    My wife, my lover,

    Forever and ever.

    It made me want to breathe a small gentle sigh and smile to myself.

    In Love One Another I felt an affinity with the poet in his belief that personal achievements and agendas are lesser in importance to the love for our fellow man, and “recognising the truth is all that matters”. It speaks of the need to acknowledge that not everything is about personal gain in life, and that loving wholly and caring for the well-being of others is a much nobler means of living.

    In his third section “Change”, rebellion and change of seasons are spoken of, nature alternating from the barrenness of winter to the newness of spring. It is in this section that the beauty of nature is showcased in several poems, such as Cloud Imagery, Into The Wild, and Of Winter. Each are very descriptive in their imagery, and left me with a warm feeling and sense that I was there experiencing the scene myself.

    The simplicity of the poem, Big Melt, which describes when the hardened snow of the winter finally must melt away, and with such an event only beauty could occur, 

    A white blanket covers the yard…

    Clouds break up

    Blue sky opens

    Brilliant light melts the dusting.

    Muckley’s way with words is very evident here, and assists with gorgeous word imagery. It seems he is quite possibly also speaking of not only a physical change here, but a metaphorical one also, a change within one’s being where we can move on from being hardened and cold to being more open and alive.  

    It is not only a physical world that has been shrouded in crisp white snow and hardened ice. This is a period when something is now coming to, back to how he was perhaps, or who he wants to be. Even the worship-themed poems have a sense of asking for help, of celebration and gratitude, of being resilient and freedom in the highest degree. The change and hope from his faith is what drives this section’s change.

    From reading the final section, “Chestnut Hill, Mass. – October 19, 2015 ”, I have the feeling this is a rather wonderful place to be. Here in this portion of his collection Muckley speaks of

    sun bathing ducks”,

    and

    a place of rest/a place of peace and quiet

    and

    receiving rest”.

    My favourite poem of this section would have to be Fall Leaves which describes how they change from fresh to old, to make way for the new, to me it is a clear link to Jesus’s resurrection, as well as how we, as mankind, can refresh ourselves, even everyday if we want to, to better ourselves, to become anew.

    Leaves turning colors, changing

    Dying and passing away

    Death opens up new possibilities

    New places to grow, to invite new life to spring up

    The new cannot arise without death.

    I enjoyed this collection and would recommend it to others to read themselves.

    “beautiful imagery, a collection which sings of the poet’s faith and praises”

    Reviewer: Lauren M. Hancock

    Check out Jason’s blog here: Poems for Warriors and purchase “Poems for Warriors” from Amazon as a paperback or Kindle e-book!

    Disclaimer: Jason and I traded copies of our books in exchange for fair and honest reviews.

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