Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose

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  • Frustrated: 15/01/22

    Frustrated: 15/01/22

    I over the melodramatics
    The bullshit sycophantic
    the apparent rambling lunatics
    whom do not know how to please themselves without ease
    their problems can be ours
    But I’m sick of being helpful divine whose put down
    I will launch a grenade and set myself alight
    I will smile as I dance with the powder bees
    waxing with the moon and his counterpart Saturn with his stars
    up in arms we will feel as we counteract their charms
    for they have none they are not desired to be
    I will annihilate the circumstances if I really want to leave
    The power in their cracked skulls as I want to want to be
    sweet immolation directing the bees
    spread her thighs that desirous queen bee
    and watch her misogynistic demise in her nightmarish dreams.
    © 2022 Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose. All rights reserved.

  • 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 need to be wise enough to be taken with

    another’s flow

    I can co-exist and breathe for god knows how long, alone,

    and one day perhaps true love I’ll know

    but I don’t yearn for it call for it

    beg for it every second every hour

    back then

    time was cheap

    worth but a dime

    and sailing through those wretched hours I did not

    enjoy myself,

    oh how I pined,

    my rejected being often soured.

    but now, now dear one listen to my strong deep

    pulsating sentiment

    grasp my pounding heart in your palms

    feel the heavenly treasure within

    I can see you catch your breath

    at acknowledging now

    not visually me but how strong I can permanently internally

    be

    I am useful I am present

    I am here and now

    reality is spilling forth

    I feel the correct rightful temperament.

    love will come in many forms

    it always has, always will,

    and I, here I take that swill

    a fill of luscious liquid

    here’s the drill

    I am satiating myself not with food

    but with cool calming water of wise knowledge and

    wonderment

    life is perfection

    but with another?

    perhaps there’s the time I will know soon enough,

    vibrancy with theirs, is what may be experienced,

    a piece of heaven truly sent..

    (04/12/21)

    Copyright © 2022 Lauren M. Hancock. All rights reserved.

  • poem: cockleshells – 09/01/21

    inhale, exhale, that’s the price we pay for life,
    the sadness and the ecstasy and the purity of strife
    in which we live and breathe and write and see

    the beauty, the wonder, deep within me,
    I can finally acknowledge that what is within is Truth, is Wisdom,
    is blessing from the spiritual proof.

    The dove has arisen and landed deep within my chest

    I was a burning effigy and now I am blessed,
    the holy spirit flows through me and can you not feel the sunshine air I breathe

    The citrine upon my soul

    The angelite carries all,
    and then and then and thennnnnnnn
    One breath, energy spent.
    Copyright © 2022 Lauren M. Hancock. All rights reserved.

    Image care of Unsplash

  • Poem: friends forever? – 08/01/21

    Poem: friends forever? – 08/01/21

    Crazed night full of backstabs and bites
    and false sugar sweetness relax into this dream
    there is understanding there are laughs there is fight
    there is wit pomp and circumstance to cease this inner fight

    she shrieks about the hell beneath her world in which she lives
    she attempts to share her knowledge and more but
    the bunny rabbit only questions and sings

    annoying character is she but shields the devils face
    with deep, deep chagrin upon him

    Wonder not the times of treason of incorrect submission “
    or that Libra you are for searching
    you will find her deep within me.
    For I am your saviour within this life, within our dream.
    Friends together, if you’ll let it be
    so mote it be so mote it be.

    Copyright © 2022 Lauren M. Hancock. All rights reserved.

  • Fluidity is Mine – Published at Spillwords

    Fluidity is Mine – Published at Spillwords

    I am most honoured and delighted to share that I have been published at Spillwords as a featured poet. My sincerest gratitude to Dagmara K. and rest of the other editing department of Spillwords for this wonderful acceptance of my poem ‘Fluidity is Mine’.

    Please visit to read Spillwords here to read my poem. I hope you enjoy!

    Thank you kindly for reading.

  • Poem: whole again – 07/01/21

    Poem: whole again – 07/01/21

    my mind,
    my heart my body my soul
    three unite know my all
    to time I am like a raging river gushed by a future sea
    there is reverence, not irreverence, yearning, deep within me
    temper yet the strangeness the dictations and rhythms of time
    smile widely in the circumstances
    baby girl you’ll always remain mine

    there are times of course, when we are free from suffering and pain,
    the dire annihilation and surrender just the same.

    Fear not, youthful youngsters, fear more jealous, evil crones
    the effigy is part of this circumstance
    fight through medication together
    not alone.

    Copyright © 2022 Lauren M. Hancock. All rights reserved.

  • spoken word: united as one – 05/01/22

    united as one recording

    my mind,
    my heart my body my soul
    three unite know my all

    to time I am like a raging river gushed by a future sea
    there is reverence, not irreverence, yearning, deep within me
    temper yet the strangeness the dictations and rhythms of time
    smile widely in the circumstances
    baby girl you’ll always remain mine

    there are times of course, when we are free from suffering and pain,
    the dire annihilation and surrender just the same.

    Fear not, youthful youngsters, fear more jealous, evil crones
    the effigy is part of this circumstance
    fight through medication together
    not alone.

    Copyright © 2022 Lauren M. Hancock. All rights reserved.
    Photo by Matthew Montrone on Pexels.com

  • Poem: keys – 23/12/21

    Photo by George Becker on Pexels.com

    keys
    the blueprint of my life thus mapped
    formerly detailed and bent,
    corrected straightened
    light peaceful direct,
    and pointed, poignant, heaven sent….

    I don’t digress, live for moments
    for the poetess within now turns to justice
    I smile so widely and beam politely
    knowing that the blueprint is fine and dandy
     
    there’s no need for alterations
    no locks changed ill-communications
    the potion, portion, nay, patent is right, decidedly,
    traversing false justifications.

    who needs instructions ‘bout operation
    not a bent cupid’s doll to be explored nor teased
    there are no answers only keys
    keys upon my pristine skin,
    for in my skin this hope be in,
    within a rose oh, how I know
    unravelling some delightful prose
    irreverent reverence ultimately knows,
    I’ll feel the fierce scent of acidity flood my soul,
    intoxicating insignias wafting to my nose.

    there’s no danger any longer
    could not give a damn ‘bout spiteful strangers
    some negative others naysaying behind straightened hands
    I am pure I am truth I am goodness
    won’t you ask any chosen man?

    I speak from the heart
    dedicate my words through and through
    look to my spirit
    it shines with rugged proof
    that there is room for progress
    I’ve redesigned the blueprint
    there’s nothing dangerous, ill-fated nor elementary
    to it.
     
    so unravel their hints
    their cloying intent
    I don’t mind being spoken of,
    but I’d rather productivity, time well spent,
    no true inclination behind unkind cruelty
    whilst alongside mint green karma flows with ease   

    toward the heart the force of life
    tattooed key
    home chakra
    bursts with ease.
    Copyright © 2021 Lauren M. Hancock. All rights reserved.

  • dream

    perfection
    bliss
    amazingly saved
    unreasonable
    disarming
    corrections to a name
    the entwining of notions the screenplay the utter commotions
    we love to inflict the drama and bend a chink in your armour
    the truth is that we come with spells
    we come with magic we come with flighty yells
    the anonymity of the moment is shafted away because now, inclined toward the moon is where
    we
    shall
    stay.

    wander not in the desert, sweet hearts, understand that there are two to come undone,
    we reunite beneath the wanton burning sun,
    there’s nothing to see, nothing to do,
    nothing to rob, but broken hearts in heavy arms.

  • fiction, please: the thirteenth hour – excerpt – 01/01/21

    The television show blares to life. I cannot watch anymore; the irreverence is bugging me, sending my mind into strife. I watch the little lady mouth away and curl into a ball, is it all for show? No, no no.

    Her dear counterpart sits by her bedside, interrupting with ease whilst she tries to compose herself tap tapping the keys. The rhythmic data of his worded snipers are dot dot dotting the area at large and then he clasps his hands together shakes his head and sighs, gives her a smile and says, “Darling, please don’t whine…” She glares at him, insidiously, fire raging within her orbs. He clasps his hands together once more, he is confused by her delirium, perhaps she is just…. bored? Is she playing a game? Is she waltzing without a name? Is she bee-drilling just the same? Oh, darling, what’s in a name? These people think they can irreverently tame, kill, main, but the truth of the matter is, she is at one with peace, she is Spirituality, she is beauty and reverence, she is Lauren Maree,. Control Save.