Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose

Author: Lauren M. Hancock

  • Poem: Whispers – 24/06/21

    Poem: Whispers – 24/06/21

    The whispers that never end,
    quiet murmuring in the wind,
    heavy on circumstance and
    light on dividends,
    powerful words hissed
    just because the
    winter’s breath felt it right,
    due course, of course,
    syllables travel while wounding,
    into dimensional depth of night.

    Carry on, unknown figure,
    hell-raised being
    who creeps and crawls
    while I, unknowing of
    vile longing,
    soak in your visceral
    and vocal offerings.

    To your amazement,
    I enjoy the process,
    for I know not of paths of destiny
    which can be reversed.
    Clear up, Destiny,
    re-direct Fate.
    Do not succumb to deeply-laced hate.

    I wonder to myself what happens
    when meeting
    an archetype of sorts,
    a pendulum swings,
    my thought process it
    threatens to break,

    the song that does not end,
    reverberating inwards
    and out towards my
    ecstatic skin,
    goosebumps aroused into
    a state of flighty knowing,
    excitement as danger courses
    the situation;
    I become all-knowing.

    I must learn of the circumstance,
    its truest form,
    before I move on from the
    pleasure of the
    unknown,
    the uncertain,
    anything other than the darkened norm.

    A love, a love, seemingly so forlorn,
    I reach,
    let me experience
    your turmoil,
    inner hurricane,
    my headiness,
    your storm.

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  • Poem: Angelic Conversations – 23/06/21

    Poem: Angelic Conversations – 23/06/21

    Angels, open my eyes to your norm.
    Watch me pirouette with joy as
    mischievously, I crush away negativity
    with bright, sparkling charm.

    Allow me to clear my clouded mind,
    intentions wrought,
    systemic intent there to find,
    underscored,
    rightfully learning,
    warmth, embraces,
    until the waking morning.

    I pass aside complaints,
    they no longer serve me,
    convoluted,
    they are unnecessary,
    they shan’t fuel like a disease for me,

    for then,
    I can say that I have danced,
    an angel in my arms,
    decisively, decidedly so,
    the beings assist me to cast goodness
    up, away
    like flung seeds
    which will magically morph
    into hidden food sources underneath,
    quietly homegrown.

    In the darkness, they will flourish,
    they were cautiously then confidently thrown,
    reaping the beneficial nature
    of stardust angels have imparted,

    beautiful,
    I know,

    of their blessings,
    their benefits,
    beseech the angels I do,
    I will entreat myself to the
    celestial beings
    before me,
    softly speaking,
    they’ve addressed my need
    intuitively,
    divine nature so pure,
    comfort swims before my eyes,
    a rich splash of electrifying blue.

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    Previous Post: ‘Forever’ – 22/06/21

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  • Prose: Forever – 22/06/21

    Prose: Forever – 22/06/21

    If I could smile forever, would it be a blessing or torture? The relics of my past lay here, ready to plunder. Sort through the objects of murk, cast aside the intense, vile need to drink, the sunken images, the dishevelled bed, the catastrophic thoughts only I can see.

    If I smiled at you, day-in, day-out, would you believe me worthy, would your infatuation remain devout? If I trust my intuition, making wise, well-formed decisions, would I ride by without guilt and indecision, always smiling unto the morning?

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    Previous Post: ‘This Time of the Morning’ – 21/06/21

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  • Poem: This Time of the Morning – 21/06/21

    Poem: This Time of the Morning – 21/06/21

    Sudden apprehension as
    I stand at your earthly shell,
    instant regret as I knock,
    ring all bells,
    the nervous demeanour as I
    seek more of you within,
    knocking, rap, who is there?
    Could you become a
    future next of kin?

    Barrelling waves of desire
    as I dredge courage,
    haunting hour,
    expel from me
    what keeps me meek –
    hunting woman, be brave,
    elders have told me.

    But, you will not budge,
    protected, curled,
    defensive ball,
    like a slater-bug you could be rolled
    in any which direction one would
    want you to go,
    but healing you choose
    to be,
    eyes closed,
    breath shallow,
    yet thoughts so heavy,
    I can imagine tired eyes,
    red, raw and bleary.

    Heavenly is the state to reach,
    blessed be,
    enveloped, no more defences,
    arms carrying,
    a protector I can, I will be,

    if only you’ll open the door,
    allow me in to see,
    together, let’s introspect,
    find the solutions which
    will presently free.

    This time of the morning has always been
    good for me.

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    Previous Post: ‘On a Journey’ – 20/06/21

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  • 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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  • 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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