Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose

Month: June 2020

  • Poem: Home – 04/06/20

    Poem: Home – 04/06/20

    I feel most at home here,
within these welcoming walls,
but a house is only a house
until we make it a home.
 
What makes mine one?
Let me share with you,
what luck I’ve been blessed with,
what good fortune, too.
 
It has nothing to do with
the furnishings,
nothing to do with
material possessions,
 
naught to do with
items which bring comfort,
it has everything to do
with the love within.
 
I live with those
who I am close with,
their kind words,
warming hugs,
our family unit is a world of our own,
consideration and open hearts.
 
Those who listen,
share their wisdom,
I share my happiness,
my joy with them all, 
 
the times when we were
all under strain
is long gone,
why, we’ve practically forgotten that pain.
 
Instead we are together,
in every sense of the word,
living as one,
a stronger family we have become.
 
With my growing maturity,
I can be my best to them,
kind, loving and caring,
when upset or in pain,
I can attend to them.
 
I now listen to their words,
respectful in the home,
our house not just a house,
but somewhere we can rest quietly,
together or alone.
 
I am grateful for this world,
this space,
where I can be myself,
thank you to my family,
for making this my home.

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  • Poem: No More Beating Around The Bush – 04/06/20

    Poem: No More Beating Around The Bush – 04/06/20

    I stride around the bush,
beating it despite what I’ve been told,
wondering will it spite me,
or capture,
vice-like will it take hold?
 
There’s no magic in avoiding
a situation,
procrastination,
this method won’t become
the wisest choice,
 
I must take the bull by its horns,
my predicament,
I should not feel compromised.
 
Oh, how these troubles only came
when I put pen to paper,
I was a fool
for believing
such words were fit for others.
 
The raucous,
the tirades,
the untoward screams,
powerful potions,
ill behaviour,
am I unworthy of clemency?
 
But I have changed for the better,
I shan’t beat around the bush,
only reveal now what’s relevant,
not tired, unwholesome truths.
 
No longer to wallow in the
quagmire of self-regret,
the outspoken words
still plain to see if at discovery
one’s adept,
 
then again,
most pages are firmly closed,
no longer open books,
I’ll only reveal certain facts
if it’s necessary for you to peruse.
 
But, I’ve moved on long ago,
it’s for the best,
because I say so,
I’m sure you’ll all agree
no one needs to revolt that way,
haphazard, spiteful words to then fro.
 
Thousands upon thousands of words,
up and away,
they shall be thrown,
and I’ll hold no ounce of bitterness or dismay,
because some history does not need to be known.

© 2020 Lauren M. Hancock. All rights reserved.
Image by Susanne Jutzeler, suju-foto from Pixabay

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  • Poem: Our Many Layers – 03/06/20

    Poem: Our Many Layers – 03/06/20

    Layered like onions,
our personalities they become,
complex and full of depth,
our nuances, eccentricities conjoin as one.
 
Who says being different is incorrect?
Unique we live
loud and free,
our notions, our understandings,
united personalities.
 
Peel back a layer:
surprise!
What’s waiting within?
Another facet within our souls,
an accumulated sense of quiet knowing.
 
Do we possess the ability
to remove a layer day by day?
To reveal a new part of ourselves,
vulnerable we become?
We may.
 
But it is in the revelation
that helps us share with each other,
getting to know further,
understanding ourselves and others better.
 
And what say you when
you are down to your last skin,
the exhilarating moment,
when we reveal our truest,
our beating hearts within.
 
To be seen,
to be held,
to be accepted for who we are,
 
here we stand,
now light as feathers,
spirit wafting around our beings,
winding between our loose fingers.
 
We have possessed the courage
to share ourselves,
to allow our true beings to be seen,
 
so wonder not about hidden layers,
to remain cloaked,
fear, apprehension,
these emotions are unnecessary.
 
Be brave,
be strong,
and open widely your arms,
 
this is the method,
this is the practice,
the process,
 
shed your layers,
reveal all facets of your personality,
we will surely get along.

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  • Poem: Gratitude – 01/06/20

    Poem: Gratitude – 01/06/20

    Don’t force the moment,
it’s time for reflection,
a deep feeling of gratitude,
for who and what I have.
 
So many years spent pining
for this or that,
a love, more friends,
material possessions.
 
But what matters most are who
and what simple things we have,
such as that roof over our heads,
warm food,
a loving home.
 
Loyal friends,
kind words,
things to be grateful for,
our lives complete,
faith restored.
 
Of course, there can be
things for which we yearn,
but remember what we have,
hold those things
and others close,
 
Be gracious,
be thankful,
even if your words are whispered,
even if they’re barely heard.
 
For the warmth which will
flourish within your soul,
to love and to share,
to give and to hold,
 
It’s your story,
your life,
be ever thankful for the
small and precious things,
they’re what matter the most,
it’s what others have always told me.

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