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Artwork: seeking tranquility
poem: war of the worlds/calling to archangels – 25/01/22
Brother and SisterThe brothers come closerthey materialise into viewexpecting the expectant dame to cry ‘adieu adieu’but she will not falllike a tree in the quiet woods she will not be felled,not even by a dark witch doctor withmany alibis to tell.he holds the keys,swings with her melodies,he rhymes and rhymes,in unison in style,like youngest and [...]
The rise : today – 12/01/22
my heart, oh my heart, it fills my mouth spills onto my chest a plethora of liquid love well blessed because I expelled those demons those pains those sufferings those feeling of inadequacy of needing to be noticed and appreciated by the lot of them I don’t need to be understood any longer I don’t [...]
poem: she speaks – 04/07/22
She speaks of song and arpeggiated reach twittering ascension, her duty to self is to soar into a land of quiet achievement obtained with personal praise self-talk of encouragement no derision raised tones should have no home on a pathway of momentum gentle positivity will grow. © 2022 Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose. All [...]
poem: a quiet space – 29/06/22
There exists within, a quiet space Where I can gently rest I lay my head upon my pillows Feel downy tenderness I lose myself in unconscious flow Need not be concerned about those who won’t listen I am rising high and low And into a section of My mind A portion Where it’s comforting and [...]
poem: rising spirits – 29/06/22
Taint my skin with sweet molasses the sweetness a scourge overrides the senses a narrative spoken a tale long shared abstract metamorphosis the thick syrup clings to my hair. Do not wonder at the analysis of yesteryear it is long gone yet they all keep resurfacing is 2022 the year? The year for spirits rising [...]
poem: Your own universe – 26/06/22
Be your own universe make your eyes shine with wonder amazement sheer and utter delight do not allow the internal battles to steal away from the power of your crown speak your truths you have almighty hidden sight and you can envisage your future if you allow yourself to direct yourself with eloquence, charm and [...]
poem: it’s the intent to see – 21/06/22
When they try to diminish you stop you from expressing what is within you smile and be positive ignoring their jibes and obvious attack towards you there is no point in acknowledging the intent the internet is full of people like these there are many many others with hearts heaven sent focus on these beings [...]
poem: mysterious way – 20/06/22
This was written for the prompt “Wings of wonder” from @writersaroundtheworld, hosted by @whitepurplezainu. — Mysterious Way — My eyes scan the skies wings of wonder carry me away from demise after demise the positives multiply enriched with courage dismissed is fear and fright. Impending light then streams source reaches forth to me a calming [...]
poem: fifty shades of tears (Instagram prompt) – 16/06/22
Fifty shades of tears and sixty shades of fear a hundred thousand pounding heartbeats a million yearning fingers clawing dragging each another near. She does not understand nor accept the desire of theirs but her aching, manic thoughts so frantic convolutions near, and… defensively, besmirching names of otherswho strolled past or within her way, she [...]
poem: a sunrise of theories – 15/05/22
I walk a path surrounded by foliage shrubbery lines the endless mileage and encounter do I some things grand and fantastic many questions now come from this querent bold and bombastic
poem: breath of the wild – 14/05/22
breath of the wildintuitive is the meansin which life should be ledupheaval can distend tightened seamsand there is a certain understandingthat change can’t displaceone’s destinybut time, oh, my innocence,will neither aggravate nor alterFate’s true intensity. bulging at the middlea curious heapin the middle there’s an achingsomething wants to be seenit’s the beginnings of eye-watering trutha [...]
poem: envious ivy – 06/05/22
Envious ivy trails round rotten doors, entranceways metamorphic shapeshifting then reality restored, what lies behind the reckoning of Time, a conundrum, in fact, sheer scope, Divine. What cause cataclysmic chasms to collide, immediately doubling or tripling in size? Gargantuan are these sinkholes, blackholes laid in store as winding ivy bends and twists, collectively, more. Soon [...]
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