Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose

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  • Poem: A Sprite’s Memories – 10/05/21

    Poem: A Sprite’s Memories – 10/05/21

    Sprite-like eyes,
    rainbow glimmer,
    delighting,
    no need to try,

    the sunbeams stretch
    from there to evermore,
    a chest-full of memories stored,

    but I flitter them
    to the wind,
    like vagrant butterflies
    they linger
    and they gain height,
    they soar,

    on the breeze
    they carry,
    unwanted, lightening
    their loads,
    becoming less heavy,

    until light as burnt ash
    detailing what I don’t want,
    ignited beneath that full moon,
    under the delicate sky,

    and an internal sprite dances
    without an imp,
    mischievous was he,
    playfully devious,
    some might have seen or agreed.

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  • Poem: In Pieces, Yet Whole – 09/05/21

    Poem: In Pieces, Yet Whole – 09/05/21

    I try to be at peace
    but in aching pieces I’ve become,
    my time is my leisure,
    but transient will I be,
    like the searing sun,

    so beautiful it was to
    romanticise cold, bare reality,
    actions speak as loud as words,
    can you hear certain needs calling?

    I watch the alliance come undone,
    each spoke of a black widow’s web
    detaches, rips, tears,
    and then hand over heart,

    lip to cheek kiss,
    now steer clear,
    this has ceased to be fun.

    I know that I could be
    sympathetic and overly understanding,
    but I won’t continue to
    accept bad behaviour and words
    when they’re provided knowingly.

    And so here I am,
    detailing in a nightly haze,
    almost 2am,

    I could reach out,
    heal what damage has been done,
    but why should I?
    This rubbish is happening again,
    and again.

    If I decided to,
    I could claim being victim of cruel, cruel,
    hapless words,

    this time I’ll wait it out,
    I have self-love,
    and firm respect for myself.

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  • Poem: Dissatisfaction… – 08/05/21

    Poem: Dissatisfaction… – 08/05/21

    Providing them with
    more and more,
    but not enough to be satisfied,
    at those cruel, thoughtless words,
    envision the door.

    I give and give
    and it’s apparently well-received,
    only to find out
    it’s not enough,
    how much should I be
    expected to give?

    Bitter words escape
    loose fingers,
    realising error
    they hush and then leave,

    bereft, bereft,
    because there’s something hindered,
    unprovided,
    something, which if extended,
    would be so well-received.

    It’s not my role to
    fulfil a position,
    their slight disgusts me
    right now,

    after all that I’ve done,
    assisted,
    listened,
    been there for them,
    and now true thoughts
    are again taking control.

    Is this what they truly think of me?
    So little,
    their opinion, with frustration,
    comes out to demean,

    how dare they,
    how dare you,
    look what you’ve done,

    my role is not to solve your problem,
    lash out,
    I’ve had enough,
    retaliate?

    No,
    I’m completely done.

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  • Poem: Her Heart’s Art – 07/05/21

    Poem: Her Heart’s Art – 07/05/21

    She may not overly demonstrate
    the possession of a heart,
    undue compassion,
    that’s not her work of art,

    she’s tough,
    she’s staunch,
    but she’ll fight for you,
    straight down the line,
    she’ll give and give emotionally,
    more and more,
    despite it being to her detriment,
    this is the way she lives,
    her style.

    The presence of her tender emotions
    are oft’ hidden
    in a way,
    these days she’s calmer,
    her karma does not allow for
    uncomfortable, negative affray,
    she simply wants to live
    a fruitful life that
    welcomes her,
    and she’ll look after those
    who’ve proven to be there for her.

    It’s like a tug-o’-war
    except there is no
    winner takes all,
    no more dragging
    across the line,
    all grow together,
    those close-by,
    they enrich themselves,
    while they enjoy themselves,
    leisure then time to toil.

    The rope never slackens
    because their lifelines are so taut,
    breathe in, breathe out,
    power struggles are often naught.

    And if they arise,
    she will allow space
    for others to calm,
    she won’t humour vapour from
    false dragons,
    no more will she engage with this,
    no more.

    It is easy now to see
    the spaces, the shape of her heart,
    she’s power
    without denial,
    she won’t allow the upsets
    of others to tear her apart.

    She is a giver,
    a manifester,
    she creates prosperity for herself,
    long gone are the days
    when she had need to analyse,
    perform a scalpel’s catharsis,
    unnecessarily and unwarrantedly delve.

    The experiences she went through,
    they were eventually such a learning curve,
    because here she is,
    pleasurable experiences in her life,
    it turned out she did actually have much to learn.

    A kind human being is what she’s become,
    and her heart,
    it’s a quiet work of art,
    if she’ll only allow you to see it,
    open those doors,
    beg her to begin,
    beseech her to start.

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  • Poem: Serendipity – 05/05/21

    Poem: Serendipity – 05/05/21

    My eyes digest the scene before me,
    taking in every minute detail.
    I cannot fathom what is greeting me,
    but my appreciation,
    it will never cease nor fail.

    The Universe has sent this beauty and perfection,
    I am delighted by the colours,
    so bright,
    surging are my emotions,
    I have all the time I need
    in this life,
    a moment of delightful contemplation.

    I am permitted the pleasure of
    eyes being treated to richness and truth,
    the glowing sun,
    the blossoming daffodils,
    the beds of other flowers
    spread through and through.

    I trail my dress as I lithely
    walk the paths
    of the quiet garden where
    flora becomes anew,
    these delights help the world through their abundance,
    I create with them,
    pluck, pick, and arrange,
    trailing thoughts on an off-white page.

    I say yes,
    I affirm my existence
    within this bubble of a world,
    the scent, while maybe overwhelming,
    wraps its arms around me,
    Serendipity, Serendipity,
    my presence has a requirement,
    a gentle, humble need to tell.

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  • Poem: A Rapid Black Cat – 04/05/21

    Poem: A Rapid Black Cat – 04/05/21

    A black cat streaks before my path,
    I shriek,
    I’m afraid to ask!
    What is Superstitious Kitty doing
    running, flitting,
    my heartbeat skips,
    then won’t stop rapidly beating.

    I’m shocked out of my skin,
    does his or her appearance mean
    future bad luck for me?

    Should I avoid walking on cracks,
    be careful around mirrors,
    or am I simply being sad
    for caring about a jet black cat
    that happened to rush,
    to hurtle on past?

    Or, should I carry on my day
    with great confidence and aplomb,
    wondering not to myself whether
    the events of my day will come undone?

    I decide I should hold my head up high,
    cast aside superstition to the sky,
    believe in logic and truth,
    well, now I know what to do!

    ‘Twas a silly moment of fear in my mind,
    too many campfire stories
    and cabin tales to delve into from memories
    that were rather easy to find,

    and now I must move forward,
    remembering that there is no bad luck
    from a cat just because of its shade,

    I will carry on, carry on,
    be brave in your day,
    as my aunt would reassuringly say.

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  • Poem: Luminescent – 02/05/21

    Poem: Luminescent – 02/05/21

    The Moon in all his glory, 
    pale, craggy, yet luminescent, 
    he smiles down upon our Earth
    as though in a parody,
    a soft spot held for us, and meant. 

    The Sun, she tries to jostle with him
    for pride of place in the sky, 
    I laugh, shake my head to myself, 
    I don’t bother to ask her why. 

    They can and do co-exist, 
    but one’s more prominent
    than the other, 
    I don’t have to, 
    need to mention
    who begs for more or less power. 

    Demand much from the clouds
    and they may wink 
    before the Sun or Moon, 

    obscure them from our eyes, 
    us mere humans on this Earth, 
    here to appreciate the 
    glowing orbs hanging from the sky on high.

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  • Poem: Stagnated Time – 01/05/21

    The minutes seem so long,
    the second-hand drags like
    fingernails in sand and broken glass,
    I’m impatient to know the answer,
    but I’m terrified to even ask.

    Tell me, what point is there
    in waiting,
    in watching the vapour of my breath
    cloud my vision, obscure with fog?
    The truth we will discover yet.
    I refuse to beg or sob.

    Ache not for the present, but recall tremors from the past,
    patiently, patiently, 
    in due course, 
    is it right to ask?

    I shall not flounder in my need, 
    in my desire to know, 
    better still lay the questions down to rest,
    I have no right to request, 
    nor you any obligation to let me know. 

    Would functionality take over
    if the seconds were given a chance
    to catch up with each other, 
    suddenly, a minute seems too fast. 
    The seconds trip and fall on one another, 
    clumsily, then altogether.

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  • Poem: Moving on Out – 30/04/21

    Poem: Moving on Out – 30/04/21

    Image drawn by myself, 2019

    Things may seem unwarranted,
    like the Universe has delivered ‘unfair’,
    and mental aches pain you from knowing
    that from this place,
    you’ll soon have to vacate here.

    But know that while
    you’ve been dealt certain undesirable cards,
    feel the warmth and concern of others,
    you don’t need to trip, 
    nor fall hard. 

    How to escape a circumstance
    you particularly are loathe to leave?
    Much rather remain, would you, 
    I can see, feel this, 
    the worry on your face,
    the heartache worn on your sleeve. 

    Try not to yearn for something 
    which can no longer be,
    perhaps a new beginning
    is awaiting you, 
    maybe soon you will see. 

    All these material possessions
    which once held great import, 
    toss them aside, 
    it’s time to lighten yourself, 
    and stridently move forward. 

    And remember when you’re feeling sad,
    or particularly low, 
    I’ll always be here to listen, 
    provide kind words, support, 
    this you must already understand
    and know. 

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  • Poem: Beautiful Soul – 29/04/21

    Poem: Beautiful Soul – 29/04/21

    Sustaining the high energy 
    of the beautiful vitality within thy soul, 
    watch as it trickles through the gaps visible 
    in the aura that surrounds you whole. 

    You are wonderful just the way you are, 
    the courteous, gentle being who sings slightly off-key,
    it is permissible to be less than perfect, 
    because this is what I have to say freely:

    Imperfection is beauty, as a wise woman once had said, 
    your perfection lies in the moments when your heart is beating –
    that’s always… 

    You easily keep promises to yourself, 
    honouring what you call for, 
    what you beg for with a smile,
    more, and more, and more… 

    The grimaces are gone, 
    they are done for, done for, 
    that’s what I have to say, 
    and treasured is everything, partially, 
    of what I know,
    expressions of true friendship, always.

    It seems that specific people will always be there
    for me, 
    it appears that they aren’t the ones 
    who we expected them to be, 
    but I treasure the new alliances made, 
    I am safe to be safe, as are you.
     
    It is safe for us to live in these bodies, 
    it is acceptable and right to express ourselves,
    we should appreciate our splendid uniqueness, 
    and when the flight of our souls occurs, 
    we shall grasp our lives again whole.

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