Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose

Month: June 2021

  • Poem: On a Journey – 20/06/21

    Poem: On a Journey – 20/06/21

    I am in control of this life,
    my hours,
    seconds,
    my minutes,
    in increments
    I open my eyes wide,
    blinking languidly.

    Heavy sockets decide
    whether to carry on,
    hold onto the
    relics of former years,
    a light-worker’s mission is
    never done,
    belligerent calling,
    exhibited now:
    flashes brightening with split pictures.

    I absorb each moment
    as it dances before me,
    like eager cottonwool
    soaking up fresh, atmospheric bliss,
    away with old, dim, dank gloom.

    My head presently rings
    with glowing pains set into place,
    I trip, I smile,
    life’s somehow not gone to plan,
    sometimes time does go to waste.

    But I embrace how unknown music rings,
    turns itself out,
    the melodious harmonies
    growing richer, brighter, cast aside fears,
    no room for doubts,

    keep quiet promises near,
    begin to breathe intuitively,
    and wondering
    at the journey,
    amazingly devout,
    my soul is resonating
    with its yearning,
    from within, out.

    Incredible joys threaten to swell with
    personal pride,
    lingering,
    away with irreverence,
    I’ll smile,
    much left to gain,
    my truest moments are beginning,
    I’d tried so hard, in vain,

    now,

    listen to me, Universe,
    I’m finding my path at last,
    no roads, no avenues, no lanes,
    this highway is direct,
    it is introspective,
    is intuitive,
    barren of old, crusted negative pains
    away they’ve been cast,
    finding true direction at last.

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    Previous Post: ‘Pull Apart’ – 20/06/21

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  • Poem: Pull Apart – 20/06/21

    Poem: Pull Apart – 20/06/21

    Pull me apart,
    limb by limb,
    tear me arm from arm,
    I hope your curiosity bore me no
    purposeful, intended harm.

    You wanted to play,
    you wanted to see,
    what was lurking in my land here,
    within,

    Did you enjoy the games,
    find what you sought,
    how could you leave me with hurt
    strung so taut?

    How did you find me, love?
    Did your memories travel,
    so easily, back and then forth?

    Sifting through cobwebs,
    string in your fingers,
    wrapped up, falsified love?

    You prepared me for
    a circumstance
    and then carelessly flung me aside,
    I beg you, beseech you:
    begone! Leave!
    How can my sorrows be disguised?

    I pant erratically,
    extract myself from the
    chaotic scene,
    mortified,
    deceit effaces all traces of
    pleasure I’ve worn within,

    torn apart, tear away,
    though I’ll repair each day,
    sewn together,
    shamelessly adaptable mind,
    a rich tapestry:
    resilient, valiant heart,
    one-of-a-kind,

    I sing as I repair,
    once yours,
    now all on me:
    a triumphant work of art,
    dragged apart again?
    This, you’ll never see.

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    Previous Post: ‘Free-Spirited Heart’ – 19/06/21

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  • Poem: Free-Spirited Heart – 19/06/21

    Poem: Free-Spirited Heart – 19/06/21

    You, my spirit friend,
    are an armour.
    A shield against the
    Outside World.

    You guard so I can swell
    with inner light,
    shine forth,
    brightly shine,
    sparkle,
    and twirl.

    You accompany me
    as my life I attend,
    poppies growing higher,
    I sniff, bent head,
    behind your warmth,
    your barrier
    I can be,
    I am growing like little poppies,
    so delicate and free.

    You watch with pride
    as I explore the world,
    listen to my bubbling pearls,
    shared words of wisdom,
    windows of advice,
    entered my life
    at the point of thrice.

    This free-spirited heart,
    she is confident, yes,
    but with discourse,
    accompaniment,
    her heart grows bigger,
    but less

    is the moment
    when she needs
    many helping hands,
    yours is the one who
    clears past life’s memories,
    the ones which do not need to be saved.

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    Previous Post: ‘Trusting’ – 18/06/21

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  • Prose: Trusting – 18/06/21

    Prose: Trusting – 18/06/21

    I trust those little, impactful moments when my pride, it begins to swell. Borne not of arrogance but knowing the hard work I’ve put in has permitted future prose. Something I can be proud of, something I’ve placed my heart within, written with thoughtful pondering, becoming more as I work then rework certain wordings.

    I soften myself; I’d grown hardened over the years, now I don’t need to be defensive, I’ve spoken, am speaking of my fears. And when they fall beneath eyes so kind, and ears warm with empathy and intent, I know, I know, I have found my home, words to be shared, not just purged or spent.

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    Previous Post: ‘Purge’ – 17/06/21

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  • Prose: Purge – 17/06/21

    Prose: Purge – 17/06/21

    Who is the healer when I am alone? Thoughts rocking my boat, unease in my home. Who’s caring for me when as far as I see, the tunnel, the web, all ends so easily? Who’s wondering at the actions, the paths of my mind, without action, talk’s just rhetoric, best breathe stale air elsewhere, instead, quickened time. The sickening malady, the upset tummy, the turning guts at knowing I’m not so all-knowing, what is it about my path I seek? My journey, my enlightening of the darkness I keep? Breathe me, freely, let me weep, so many words I should not be allowed to speak. But, I am. I am, I am, I am. I will purge. Now let me be.
     
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    Previous Post: ‘Crumble’ – 16/06/21

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  • Poem: Crumble – 16/06/21

    Poem: Crumble – 16/06/21


    There are times when I crumble,
    rare they be, they’re there,
    can’t always be self-assured,
    my stomach turns,
    mind feels consumed,
    my carefree self, loaded with discomfiting airs.

    Unfortunate is the moment
    when I can’t rejoice
    because of what’s occurring,
    the panic, nervous anxiety,
    peering eyes,
    curious crowds?
    Overactive minds.

    I need to acknowledge my value,
    what my presence means
    in the world,
    I may be one of billions,
    but I’m unique
    in my own ways,
    a special individual,
    like any and all others.

    Truth unfurls,
    fetal position,
    now uncurl,
    standing tall,
    spine erect,
    eyes facing, direct,
    gaze unwavering,
    confidence bursting,
    lost in a moment,
    powerful vision,
    striding ahead —
    being utterly daring.

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    Previous Post: ‘Flick’ – 15/06/21

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  • Poem: Flick – 15/06/21

    Poem: Flick – 15/06/21

    I toss my hair back,
    my mane flows,
    breathes with the life
    only the dubious have eternally felt,
    the ignorant have experienced,
    the naïve have known.

    Tossing, flicking,
    side to side,
    contact,
    contraction,
    the exploring butterflies
    want, they need to hide.

    My mane’s a weapon,
    an instrument of mass destruction,
    whip it, girl,
    some dancers would say,

    strands bunched as one,
    admirably thick,
    enviously strong,
    lengthily, lengthily,
    we all roll along,
    fingers drag through hair,
    I won’t ever be proven wrong.

    Mentioning, must be mentioned,
    what is this which
    permeates my list
    written beneath the brand new moon?

    Absent-minded flick,
    a smile,
    connections,
    as is,

    don’t burn this list,
    it’s meant to give,
    allow me to quietly receive,

    strand-by-strand,
    nothing, not a single hair
    is awry, nor amiss.

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    Previous Post: ‘Don’t Wanna Leave’ – 14/06/21

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  • Poem: Don’t Wanna Leave – 14/06/21

    Poem: Don’t Wanna Leave – 14/06/21

    Swimming in pools,
    whirling thoughts,
    like sediment,
    opportunities
    sink to the rocks,
    soggy, thick dirt.

    Submerged below
    the system,
    unexplored territory,
    pumped,
    crunched by pistons,
    enmity, harsh dichotomy.

    And the duality
    of both positive
    and negative systems
    overrides our ability for
    safe distances,

    from the beginning
    we will venture,
    from the middle,
    we will endure,
    all that exists
    beneath those shining surfaces.

    Fluidity of movement
    is so very important,
    though my false smile catches corners,
    galloping sounds pass by,
    whinnying, disagreeable sea horses,

    and to remember,
    to recall,
    those rides by the sea,
    they were magnificent,
    spectacular,
    the recollections I breathe.

    You and I, was it even you,
    or just singularly me?
    Horizon spans as far an
    eternally-felt rumination can see.

    Soggy underwood,
    underfoot,
    stormy-footed grip,
    envelope me,
    potent still,
    don’t you dare
    make a sound,

    hush, little baby,
    hold me in your arms,
    time is affective,
    I don’t wanna leave these charms.

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    Previous Post: ‘Release’ – 13/06/21

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  • Poem: Release – 13/06/21

    Poem: Release – 13/06/21

    Naturally, gently allowing
    the walls to crumble,
    down.

    Watching the open space
    bleeding into atmosphere’s
    righteous, wild unknown.

    Shreds of wisdom
    fall by the wayside,
    replaced by newer thoughts,
    the yarn, my thread of life,
    it is taut,
    so pleasantly, beautifully taut.

    Geraniums are laid by
    the broken, shattered walls,
    where once I wailed for more,
    for understanding,
    to be noticed,
    acknowledged,
    truth be told,

    yet here stands I,
    brimming with confidence,
    exuding inner success,
    it’s not about material possessions,
    no,
    I am truly, irrevocably blessed.

    I am dreaming
    of my purpose,
    what feels so right
    in the moment,
    barrelling through
    inconspicuous tirades
    of words formerly held,
    their refute against what I most admired,
    now their former plight.

    I am valuing my truth,
    I unwind,
    zig-zagging my way
    here and there,
    for in my mind
    I am now free of pain
    and this is
    truly a sight to see,
    I’ve tamed, released, and purged
    the demons from me,
    no more fear to bear.

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    Previous Post: ‘No Lamenting’ – 12/06/21

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  • Poem: No Lamenting – 12/06/21

    Poem: No Lamenting – 12/06/21

    Do not come here to lament,
    it is not eulogy time.
    This is cause for celebration,
    poignant moments of her life.

    Allow me to demonstrate
    why the need to weep
    has passed,
    maturity, acceptance, understanding,
    instead of mourning,
    she’d want us to
    leap, to dance.

    To gain favour
    to her memories,
    spin! she was strong
    with her words,
    the values of her heart,

    she speaks her mind,
    doesn’t allow thoughts to fester,
    knowing when and where
    they will grow,
    from an echoing room,
    negativity can depart.

    Into the depths
    where we can explore,
    no reasons to judge
    nor deplore,
    she’d tell me to
    live life to the full,
    without her I’d be empty,
    that is a certainty, for sure.

    Plutonian measures
    devastatingly linger in the gloom,
    take me back to that moment,
    that instance,
    when peace and love had
    already been, had grown, so pure.

    Do not come here to lament,
    for she is here,
    with us,
    precious time,
    lovingly ours and forevermore
    will our tales remain intertwined.

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    Previous Post: ‘The Essentials’ – 11/06/21

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