Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose

Month: October 2021

  • Poem: Growth – 31/10/21

    Poem: Growth – 31/10/21

    sit and contemplate
    what is there to know
    what is there to share
    from what has been sown
    so much knowledge
    experience but they all
    lay in the past
    moving forward
    searching for more
    exploration, positive at last

    growing each day
    there’s no need to turn to dismay
    for moments of yesteryears are
    exactly that
    and improvement, well, what is there to fear?
    I can grow exponentially if I only desire to try
    and by God I am trying and succeeding
    each day, with every breath I reach and fly

    soaring for the moment
    it’s as though there is magic in my potions
    assisting me to becoming the best that I can be
    it didn’t happen immediately
    and not without great effort
    but once I put my mind to it, dedicated myself
    created positive habits
    then things fell into place
    results began to show
    any with any motivational action
    I felt my heart know
    that the path which I was, am, taking
    is the right one for me,
    to become better
    more
    improved
    the right version of little old me.
    (31/10/21)
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    Previous Post: A Fateful Meeting – 30/10/21

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  • Poem: A Fateful Meeting – 30/10/21

    Poem: A Fateful Meeting – 30/10/21

    she sat beside herself
    talked gently in her ear
    baby girl, you have nothing to fear
    there’s naught in the world that
    you cannot and will not take on
    fear not, my love
    fear not

    the little girl smiled with shyness
    tentatively the elder spoke with kindness
    you will achieve all you seek
    if only you work hard
    spread love and happiness too
    you’ll go far

    but mother, mother
    no I am not she
    I am you in your older years
    these wrinkles, smile lines, can’t you see?
    I’ve been happy
    content,
    everything I appreciate that God has sent
    because I know that every day is a blessing
    each minute, hour, I treasure,
    because one second we’ll wonder where they went.

    the youth’s eyes flickered
    realisation dawned
    so, all I have to do is be happy and a good person
    what about the other things I’ve heard?
    what other things, elder she asked, lowering her eyes
    the little girl said I heard I must be the best
    at everything I try

    personal bests are important, yes
    but be strong inside yourself
    resilience is a special word
    you’ll learn of when in your heart you delve
    be careful with who you let in
    but do not erect high walls
    in short be the perfect person you are,
    you’re an amazing little girl.

    she disappeared now
    into some ether
    one moment there
    the next vanished, no sight of her
    the little girl, somewhat perplexed
    but enlightened in a way
    she grins to herself
    and announces
    I met myself today!
    (30/10/21)
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    Previous Post: Trust Me Yet – 29/10/21

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  • Poem: Trust Me Yet – 29/10/21

    Poem: Trust Me Yet – 29/10/21

    Think not of the
    worries of our times,
    instead, be inspired by life,
    everything there is to gain,
    appreciation, let it soar,
    gratitude flow from within,
    it’s not so difficult to
    change perspective,
    from negative to positive.

    With practice, it’ll come
    with time,
    events to ponder,
    take your time,
    I understand sadness
    might linger within,
    but look for more
    than this papery feeling,
    if you try, you can
    begin certain healing.

    And when this occurs,
    feel the multitude of
    amazing emotions soar,
    uplifting be the memories
    you chose to pluck from the
    air of your hemisphere,
    personal, yet becoming
    comfortable public property,
    and then you will know
    the magic of true intent,
    the purpose of gaining wisdom
    about oneself, your mind,
    you’ll make it,
    trust me.
    (29/10/21)
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    Previous Post: Anomaly – 26/10/21

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  • Poem: Anomaly – 26/10/21

    Poem: Anomaly – 26/10/21

    Finally, the moment of truth has arrived
    where I will be revealed,
    take all things in my stride,
    it’s not as though
    all is done, but
    I exist, smilingly,
    holding my world together,
    nevermore shall I come undone.
    For I am too knowledgeable for that,
    my warning signs,
    traffic light symptoms,
    I’ve had enough of that,
    because I know,
    I know,
    that my healing,
    recovery, took place within,
    at home.
    Took the opportunity to shamelessly
    look after me,
    wrapped in a bubble,
    cocooning,
    and here I am,
    self-cotton-wooling with
    the ability to still breathe,
    I’ve worked on, working on me,
    the results, fruitful,
    now, where’s the anomaly?
    (22/10/21)
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    Previous Post: Welcome – 24/10/21

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  • Poem: Soulful Journey – 25/10/21

    Poem: Soulful Journey – 25/10/21

    Ride the carriage with ease,
    soulful journey,
    as pleasant as you please,
    the wind in my hair
    as I whistle and need
    fresh breath filling my lungs –
    joyous moments felt and seen.

    I take this ride away
    from yesteryears,
    travel forth,
    there’s no need to fear,
    I have been here before,
    many eons ago,
    but I am well versed
    in these rules,
    there are none to relearn
    or know.

    A delicate pathway winds through
    the countryside,
    sights to see, sounds to hear and feel,
    I am buoyant in this life,
    it’s as though
    I’m not wandering anymore,
    enough was enough,
    I’ve transformed more,
    and more, then more.

    Physical and mindset
    adjusted for the better,
    keep myself in tow
    as I chase this delectable weather,
    the climate of my life,
    woven perfection, becoming more,
    what’s in store for my future?
    Even I’m not so sure.

    All I know is that
    I don’t need to know,
    for this journey, the pathway
    seem ready for paving,
    and its construction only
    I’ll know,
    where each little tile sits
    and where I’ll cement the
    blueprint plans of my dreams,

    and maybe I’ll find someone, or something
    who will join my searching and end it,
    though discovery,
    discovery, is not as important
    as certain other things.
    (23/10/21)

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    Previous Post: Welcome – 24/10/21

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  • Poem: Welcome – 24/10/21

    Poem: Welcome – 24/10/21

    I await the moment when we will meet,
    eyes mixed with perplexity and curiosity,
    unsure of what to expect, or what will be said,
    but a connection, there will be, and not only
    in my head.

    I will smile at you, shyly,
    you will beam with ease,
    making it easier for me to approach,
    or you to draw closer, indeed I will know,
    as will you,
    that this moment is pivotal,
    something refreshing, anew.

    In our lives, we will welcome
    laughter and delight
    and everything great that I could fathom,
    there’s something important that comes
    with realising the truth,
    knowing what will come,
    and dreaming is what I shall do.

    I will welcome you and this moment,
    whenever it is right,
    my walls are already lowered,
    I am not complicating life,
    there is no circumstance anymore that will
    stop our meeting day,
    listen to me, softly, World,
    the time seems almost right –
    this I will say.
    (24/10/21)
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    Previous Post: To Adjust – 20/10/21

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  • Poem: To Adjust – 20/10/21

    Poem: To Adjust – 20/10/21

    To isolate, but willingly,
    set aside myself from
    that once-hurried life,
    is something rightfully
    required, and
    I know this as such.

    To work on myself –
    self-improve,
    take the time to relax,
    not always be ‘at it’,
    the social butterfly,
    no longer me.

    I am repetitive, yes,
    but it’s to do with
    my training,
    the ability to wash over
    myself affirming words
    every morning.

    Others have done so too,
    taken their paths,
    months, years prior,
    I’m here at long last,
    watching, willing, no longer
    passively waiting,
    but performing all that
    needs doing,
    and more so,
    just so there’s no yearning.

    And pieces of me
    once scattered around
    the globe
    by uncaring hearts who took,
    each piece
    dropped, thrown,
    now I caress my gathered shards
    that make up my
    healing, healing heart,
    loving, warming self-care,

    I toss aside my long ebony hair
    and valiantly smile
    for I am here,
    grateful and alone,
    I sit atop my chair
    and feel contentment;
    this world is finally
    feeling like a home.

    Surrounded by everything
    once prized, now lacking meaning,
    because material possessions,
    what need have I for everything?
    Give my heart and soul to another when
    time deems it ready.

    Wondrous, this process
    of learning to turn thoughts around,
    look at the positive, hopefully always,
    feed myself with joyous messages,
    sounds, thoughts.

    I need to do this
    not just for myself
    but for those closest to me,
    I, myself, them, deserve only
    the best version of me,
    and if this means isolation,
    temporarily from the world,
    people,
    friends,
    as much as I can,
    I’ll take this time,
    adjust myself accordingly,
    and allow my truest heart to shine.
    (15/10/21)
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    Previous Post: House of Cards – 18/10/21

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  • Poem: House of Cards – 18/10/21

    Poem: House of Cards – 18/10/21

    Contentious
    is this palace,
    full of melancholy
    dramatics,
    wondering at each other,
    whose arguments?
    Can you pick at it?
    Stoking the fire of
    ever-eternal gasps of
    hateful spasms, of
    vilely worded anomalies.
    And I wonder,
    what’s there for it,
    this atmospheric anger
    and gloom,
    that haughty, self-important feeling
    that encompasses the room,
    and I fight to slay
    the belligerence,
    away away away,
    but,
    until night turns to day
    the emanating of retorts
    groans under the weight
    of an expectation heavily
    homegrown,
    but in this house,
    with my deck of slyly worded cards,
    I’ll read the fortunes of others
    and rephrase them
    so they’re happier, the
    positivity more toward.
    I can change this climate
    but others here,
    why, they must
    want to too,
    exacerbate the ill feeling
    if you dare hope for
    sadness,
    I know I would rather
    whistle until brightness
    lifts their gloom.
    (18/10/21)
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    Previous Post: Seek – 16/10/21

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  • Poem: Seek – 16/10/21

    Poem: Seek – 16/10/21

    The territory is brave,
    I watch the illustrious gloom
    bloom in its cave,
    a cavern of intent,
    through darkness,
    plain to see,
    motives growing as
    we both live and breathe.

    What was meant for
    this cause?
    Shall I ponder deeply,
    for longer,
    as I struggle through doors,
    of questions, no answers,
    each pathway needs
    a potential ending which
    I shall never see.

    I know within that
    I shall not seek,
    for to do so opens
    the mind to those
    who want more and more,
    painful expectant weeks,
    I do not need a cataclysmic scene,
    batten down the hatches,
    history will cease to be.

    And, so what if I’ve decided
    that here and now will
    no longer exist,
    because echelons of future generations
    need,
    want to speak,
    I loll about in the
    moment and carry on
    without hope,
    but always, as ever,
    my heart refuses to go.

    Won’t I open to feelings
    once buried within?
    Those which lie there
    before me,
    as though an oyster
    bearing its tempting,
    sardonic grin?
    Announce yourself, Truth,
    I seek you as my own,
    I will never struggle
    because my company I treasure,
    myself, alone.  
    (03/10/21)
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    Previous Post: Serenity – 14/10/21

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  • Poem: Serenity – 14/10/21

    Poem: Serenity – 14/10/21

    Serenity is all around,
    waiting to be discovered,
    happened upon, found,
    mesmerising is the state
    when I reach it,
    enveloping me
    as of late.

    The beauty and wonder
    are present within me,
    I glance within,
    watch my being flower,
    I’ve not known this
    peace before,
    what an ultimate surrender.

    Envisioning now what it
    means to be at ease,
    truest feelings
    like calm breeze
    between hovering leaves,
    and admirable,
    amazing too, it is
    to finally see
    that which was told to me,
    serenity – I’ll be.

    No longer on edge,
    anger of yesteryears,
    this past is history
    even if there’s trepidation ahead,
    I’m feeling no fear
    because I am at peace,
    wonderful sensation,
    relaxation, a bubble as
    wide as my outstretched arms,
    precious heartbeats
    dictating this life
    of which I am now sure.

    I am living in wonder
    and knowing real happiness,
    this warbling feeling within,
    in my chest –
    oh, how I am blessed,
    I have nothing to yearn for,
    precious gratitude do I express,
    I am thankful,
    in my solitude, in company,
    I have had this joy expressed
    by close others,
    now I’m experiencing it,
    and here can I rest.
    (10/10/21)
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