Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose

Month: October 2021

  • Poem: An Abstract – 12/10/21

    Poem: An Abstract – 12/10/21

    Salient thoughts
    dangle from a thread.
    Sporadic, intermittent moments recalled,
    none I dread.
    I recount,
    with a sparkle in my eye,
    the times I was
    humoured, admired,
    entertained,
    and now I realise
    I didn’t need any of it –
    I am empowered.

    I can be on my own,
    not every hurried word
    or breath attended to,
    whether wise or nonsensical,
    every thought does not
    need tending to,
    I grew used to being humoured,
    admired, held in high esteem,
    but these were pieces of
    a puzzle I thought
    I truly did need.

    Certainly, initially,
    moments were bare, quiet,
    I wasn’t used to my
    lack of sound,
    but now I’m happy in
    my chosen silence,
    or with music, volumes, voices
    other than mine,
    they can abound,
    and really there is no
    peculiarity, nor need for
    perplexity to be
    revealed nor seen,
    the truth of the matter is
    I can be in complete solitude,
    alone but never lonely,
    occupied and ready
    and still feel like
    a queen.

    Need no suitors nor admirers
    to stroke, bolster the ego,
    what’s more –
    I will say,
    that this is my truth,
    and I must seek
    peacefulness more,
    I shall not allow it to go.

    For the inner peace
    which comes from
    true confidence grown from
    myself,
    not bred with another’s eyes, ears and words serving
    differing intents,
    themselves,
    why, this power is internal,
    amazing, borne of
    the truest of one’s entity,
    the inner strength,
    grown confidence,
    my own,
    fostered all by myself —
    independence is the true key.
    (06/10/21)

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    Previous Post: Springing Forth – 10/10/21

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  • Poem: Springing Forth – 10/10/21

    Poem: Springing Forth – 10/10/21

    I feel a sense of hope,
    of positivity and
    brightness,
    I need not want
    for anything
    because happiness,
    I already have it,
    it’s that glimmer of
    ostentatious gold
    which drips with
    wanton thread,
    grasping my eyes with its beauty,
    wonder to the skies to be had.
    This hope is already present,
    I finger it, golden beads,
    like rich fruit dripping from
    luscious mango trees,
    and here and now,
    with gentle abandon
    I will come undone,
    this superfluous yet entirely
    wanted feeling of joy
    springs forth,
    Hope, my friend, of you,
    I know.
    It’s not like anything I’ve
    experienced before,
    I cannot fathom this dire need
    that begged me to change, change, change
    for my outlook
    was pessimistic indeed,
    but with this glimmer,
    these shining drops of sparkling
    gold that I clutch
    tightly to my chest,
    I am happy,
    I am present,
    I smile without corners
    of my mouth trembling,
    I’m comfortable,
    and this is a fact.
    I can look each of you
    in the eye and tell you
    with conviction indeed
    that my heart is again
    beginning to blossom
    and I’m doing it,
    purposefully, on my own,
    with subtle ease,
    can’t deny myself from
    embracing happiness,
    joy,
    I won’t allow any to
    dampen my spirits,
    if you’ll let me,
    permit me to rise with you,
    together, discomfort,
    unease,
    we can conquer it.
    Bliss can only be
    but fingertips away,
    present, invisible in
    the moment,
    yet experiences waiting
    to be had
    day by day,
    it will only take
    introversion,
    delicacy,
    and confidence in myself,
    and telling myself
    I am worth it,
    there is always justification
    to further delve.
    (08/10/21)
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    Previous Post: Coagulate – 08/10/21

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  • Poem: Coagulate – 08/10/21

    Poem: Coagulate – 08/10/21

    Circumstances coagulate
    like thickened blood,
    platelets mingling
    when their conjoining is
    their undoing,
    iron-rich and ready,
    their presence tells a story,
    ultimately though, thin as water,
    a miserable plaintive memory.
    Nothing to recall,
    none to happily recount,
    for useless endings
    are visible
    from those once so-devout.
    Blinking, without shock,
    I take in what’s never been
    eye-to-eye,
    searing, the viewpoint,
    is ultimately something
    tiring.
    Even I have read this tale
    over and over,
    words, nonsensical,
    pass by me,
    rolling innocent thunder,
    I know the beginning,
    middle and end,
    here the tale dangles
    by a god-damned thread.
    Best to be kind,
    not allow the swing,
    indebted, it seems,
    by and to everything,
    shan’t allow it this way,
    both guilty in various claimed styles,
    I wander away,
    fairy-like feet,
    but never ashamed on my tippy-toes.
    (01/10/21)
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    Previous Post: Perhaps I’ll Change – 06/10/21

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  • Poem: Perhaps I’ll Change – 06/10/21

    Poem: Perhaps I’ll Change – 06/10/21

    Ordinarily,
    I’d change
    for the better,
    like I know I should.
    Glancing into a reflection,
    puddle, stigmatised mud,
    confounded,
    when shall I continue
    truthfully and good?
    I know,
    as I stare at myself
    that changes are to
    occur more often
    than not,
    but how hard
    will it be
    for us to move forward
    if certain thoughts
    cannot be wrought,
    or refashioned –
    remembering?
    I’d rather not.

    My heart pounds;
    is it caffeine or
    my fluctuations,
    my urge?
    A desire to rid myself,
    purge myself free
    from the scourge
    of daily intent,
    perfection in
    whatever forms
    must be revealed,
    must be seen,
    and I can only
    handle the odd,
    hollow feeling
    for a certain timed
    moment of what
    has already been.

    With my very own eyes,
    with that arresting gaze
    that meets mine,
    I can only understand
    the thought patterns if
    I were to purposefully
    put myself behind
    another’s guise,
    but is it warranted?
    To understand?
    Completely, wholly?
    My empty hands,
    fill them with
    useful knowledge so I can
    finally see?
    I don’t want to,
    need to know,
    no more shall I
    travel through pathways,
    neural journeys that
    I’ve already seen,
    done,
    gone,
    been.

    The past is a determiner for not
    resurrecting a future.
    I need no scenes.

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    Previous Post: Ignoring The Noises – 04/10/21

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  • Poem: Ignoring the Noises – 04/10/21

    Poem: Ignoring the Noises – 04/10/21

    Ignoring the noises all around isn’t so difficult
    when you pair yourself with courage,
    join with action,
    intensify intelligence,
    tell yourself that people who whistle and wheeze
    with their insulting methods are just a useless blustering breeze,
    worth nothing such words are,
    I watch them flow from afar,
    in various means, in various tones,
    disguised in pink and blue undertones,
    rainbow-like? They’ll never be heard as such,
    for thoughtless fervour is not worth celebration,
    I will carry on with pure intent and escape the
    ominous, childish tunes.
    The sing-song calls, the manipulatory sounds,
    angered me greatly, made me squirm all around,
    but now, my head is held high,
    I cannot hear a thing,
    I tune out the rubbish, their notions that they believe they’re entitled to
    everything.
    It’s easy enough to hide behind a screen, create attacks,
    little barbs, with tap-tapped words,
    I ignore these noises, I’ve better things to achieve,
    that making certain that the only task is for breathless whispers to leave.
    (13/09/21)

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  • Poem: Let Me Say – 03/10/21

    Poem: Let Me Say – 03/10/21

    Let me say
    the things I want
    to say

    the hazy prisms of
    the lustrous day
    envelope my cause,
    enlighten truth
    I know as yours.

    Wither down the
    inextricable feud,
    gasping for air,
    no need to brood,
    encapsulate thy intent,
    so plain to see,
    irrevocable, Heaven’s
    sentience surrounding me.

    I know the righteous
    never die,
    intentions living long,
    and alive,
    despite the inept moments
    when one sheds
    their oars,
    floundering then skills
    coming aboard.

    Do not fret, my friend,
    for you will succeed,
    I know this,
    amongst the blustering breeze,
    that when hearts combine,
    conjoin as yours,
    my throat closes,
    I’m shocked,
    but I’ll continue,
    truth toward.

    It’s just that little moment
    which annihilates
    the far-flung flings
    of rattling circumstance
    and tired feelings,
    there’s more to life than
    constant analysis
    I am sure,
    brighten the mindset,
    relax, welcome,
    never be bored.

    Automatic be the
    emotions coursing
    throughout me,
    I can control them,
    should you care to freely breathe,
    what is the point,
    the rhythm and the rhyme,
    take back those words,
    time beats time.

    Infiltrate my memories,
    surely make them yours,
    silence the circumstance
    that refuses to soar,
    and weigh it heavily down,
    a glass prism,
    surety yours,
    at least in this moment,
    you’ll come out as more.

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    Previous Post: Tepid – 01/10/21

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  • Poem: Tepid – 01/10/21

    Poem: Tepid – 01/10/21

    I remember when life was tepid, unenthusiastic,
    carried little warmth,
    I remember being feeling disconnected
    from the world in and of itself,
    that I was a victim of many circumstances,
    not one,
    that others were targeting me,
    I was unlucky or such or some,
    I remember feeling different,
    that I was never accepted that much,
    never right,
    never really enough.

    But today, I realise it’s taken a turnaround,
    life experiences, changes of thoughts and memories,
    interpretations of many instances,
    I’m not hung, nor swinging in the trees,
    feeling distress or like I am lacking
    in certain privileges or others,
    in fact, I’ve been blessed with much in this life,
    now that I can see, now that I’ve acknowledged,
    now that I’ve bothered.

    No longer feeling a victim of my thoughts,
    depression and sadness do not loom,
    they do not encompass my bedroom, my breath,
    do not taint as though a noxious gloom,
    in fact, I am grateful for so many things,
    friends, life, family, happiness, small things that others won’t,
    can neither personally feel nor see,
    for I am flying, free as a bird,
    in my emotions I am soaring high with my wings.

    The enormity of the understanding that I needed to
    change my thought patterns,
    that I just had to alter my wingspan to catch the wind
    of others’ perspectives, learnings to carry upon myself,
    to be absorbed by my ears, dutifully heard,
    and carried through to my heart,
    feel the beat-beating like a drum,
    reminding me I am alive,
    I have survived so much and now,
    I am here for the joyous ride.

    Tepid no longer is life to me,
    I am grateful, so gracious in accepting what is
    presented to me,
    I shall make the most of every opportunity,
    and learn from the mistakes I make,
    alter belief patterns if need be,
    and continue on being the change,
    that my life
    needed to inhale, exhale, with deep relaxation,
    I heavily sigh,
    freedom of choice,
    of living is awaiting me,
    wide wingspan so beautiful I want to weep,
    not a single eye shall remain dry,
    my spirit, finally it is free.

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